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<<widget "Doll">> <<if SugarCube.settings.artHD && _showDollBack>> <<set _firstArg = _args[0] || "body">> <<set _secondArg = _args[1] || "sidebar">> <<set _thirdArg = _args[2] || undefined>> <<DollBackHD _firstArg _secondArg _thirdArg>> <<else>> <<set _layout = $args[0] or "body">> <<set _id = $args[1] or "sidebar">> <<set _outfit = $args[2] or undefined>> <<set _hairClass = 'doll hair' + $Body.hair>> /* TODO: Remove this code once we have proper extralarge clothing assets */ <<set _shirtSize = $Body.tits == "extralarge" ? '_' + "large" : '_' + $Body.tits>> <<set _slimBody = $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs") ? "slim_" : "">> <<set _faceType = $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face") ? "" : "plain">> <<set _titType = $Stats.BodyTraits.includes('tits') ? '' : 'plain_'>> <<if ndef _doll>> <<set _doll = {}>> <</if>> <<set _currDoll = _id === "sidebar" ? $doll : (_doll[_id] || $doll)>> <<if _outfit>> <<set _currDoll = setup.Outfits[_outfit]>> <</if>> /* This placeholder prevents the missing image icon from showing up for both HD and non-HD art. */ <<set _onErr = "this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'" >> <<if $CC.showDoll || _tempShowDoll>> <div @id="'doll-' + _id" @class="'dollContainer ' + _layout"> /* Hair back*/ <<if _currDoll.hairback>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + _currDoll.hairback + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Doll base */ <img data-slot="body" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'body/body_' + _slimBody + $Body.skin + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> /* Doll face */ <<set _expression = _currDoll.expression ? _currDoll.expression : "normal">> <<set _eyeType = _currDoll.expression ? _currDoll.expression : "normal">> <img data-slot="face" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'face/' + $Body.skin + '/' + _faceType + '/' + _expression + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <img data-slot="eyes" @class="'doll eye' + $Body.eyes" @src="$dollPath + 'face/eyes/eyes_' + _eyeType + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<if _currDoll.faceMakeup>> <img data-slot="faceMakeup" class="doll faceMakeup" @src="$dollPath + 'face/makeup/' + _currDoll.faceMakeup + '_' + _currDoll.expression + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Doll breasts */ <<if !_currDoll.bra and !_currDoll.upper>> <img data-slot="tits" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'body/topless_' + $Body.tits + '_' + _titType + $Body.skin + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<else>> <img data-slot="tits" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'body/boobs_' + $Body.tits + '_' + _titType + $Body.skin + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<if _currDoll.bra>> <img data-slot="bra" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.bra + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <</if>> /* Tattoos */ /* Currently have pictures of ankle, wrist, mound, sleeve, thigh, foot */ /* Remaining list: [ "Nape", "Arm", "LowerBack" ] */ <<set _tatArr = $Body.tattooStyle ? Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item) : []>> <<if _tatArr.length > 0>> <<for _tattoo range _tatArr>> <<if ["Ankle", "Wrist", "Mound", "Sleeve", "Thigh", "Foot"].includes(_tattoo)>> <<capture _tattoo>> <img data-slot="tattoo" class="doll tattoos" @src="$dollPath + 'tattoos/tat_' + _tattoo.toLowerCase() + '.png'"> <</capture>> <</if>> <</for>> <</if>> /* Am I wearing panties? if not show pubes*/ <<if $Body.pubes neq "bald">> <img data-slot="panties" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/pubes_' + $Body.pubes + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.panties>> <img data-slot="panties" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/panties_' + _currDoll.panties + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Am I wearing socks or shoes? */ <<if _currDoll.socks>> <img data-slot="feet" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.socks + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.feet>> <img data-slot="feet" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.feet + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Bodysuits go UNDER as oppossed to over our shorts. */ <<if Array("modellingerie", "bodysuit").includes(_currDoll.upper)>> <img data-slot="upper" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.upper + _shirtSize + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Am I wearing a skirt or pants? */ <<if _currDoll.lower>> <img data-slot="lower" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.lower + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Am I wearing a shirt or dress? */ <<if _currDoll.upper && !Array("modellingerie", "bodysuit").includes(_currDoll.upper)>> /* Dirty check for one_size_only_shirts if needed. */ <<if _currDoll.upper === "shirt_africantribaltraditional" || _currDoll.upper === "shirt_africantribalmakeshift">> <<set _shirtSize = "">> <</if>> <img data-slot="upper" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.upper + _shirtSize + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Am I wearing accessory or jacket? */ <<if _currDoll.accessory>> <img data-slot="accessory" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.accessory + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.glasses>> <img data-slot="glasses" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.glasses + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> <<if _currDoll.jacket>> <img data-slot="jacket" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.jacket + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Make-up */ <<if _currDoll.makeup>> <img data-slot="makeup" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'makeup/' + _currDoll.makeup + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Hair */ <<if _currDoll.hair>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/' + _currDoll.hair + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<elseif _currDoll.hat == "gradcap" && $Body.style>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hathair_' + $Body.style + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<elseif _currDoll.hat == "hat_cowboyBrown" && $Body.style>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hatbangs_' + $Body.style + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <<elseif $Body.style neq "">> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + $Body.style + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <img data-slot="hair_rim" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + $Body.style + '_rim.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Hat */ <<if _currDoll.hat>> <img data-slot="hat" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.hat + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <</if>> /* Cum Sprays */ <<if _currDoll.overlay?.length > 0>> <<for _overlay range _currDoll.overlay>> <<capture _overlay>> <img data-slot="overlay" class="doll overlay" @src="$dollPath + 'cum/' + _overlay + '.png'"> <</capture>> <</for>> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> /*Socks subwidget*/ <<widget "socks">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.socks = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*Feet subwidget*/ <<widget "feet">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.feet = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*Hairback subwidget*/ <<widget "hairback">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.hairback = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*panties subwidget*/ <<widget "panties">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.panties = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*bra subwidget*/ <<widget "bra">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.bra = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*lower subwidget*/ <<widget "lower">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.lower = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*upper subwidget*/ <<widget "upper">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.upper = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*jacket subwidget*/ <<widget "jacket">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.jacket = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*accessory subwidget*/ <<widget "accessory">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.accessory = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*hat subwidget*/ <<widget "hair">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.hair = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*hat subwidget*/ <<widget "hat">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.hat = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> /*makeup subwidget*/ <<widget "makeup">> <<set _clothingtemp to "">> <<if def $args[0]>> <<set _clothingtemp to $args[0]>> <</if>> <<set $doll.makeup = _clothingtemp>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <</widget>> <<widget outfit>> <<set _outfitName = _args[0]>> <<set _tryon = _args[1] ? _args[1] : "">> <<set _outfitPlus = _args[2] ? _args[2] : "">> <<set _custom = false>> <<if _outfitName == "slinky">> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<set _outfitName = "slinkyshort">> <<else>> <<set _outfitName = "slinkylong">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _outfitName == "slinkywind">> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<set _outfitName = "slinkyshortwind">> <<else>> <<set _outfitName = "slinkylongwind">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _outfitPlus>> <<set _outfitName += _outfitPlus>> <</if>> <<set $currentOutfit = _outfitName>> /* Doesn't add outfit to Closet if only trying on. */ <<if _tryon !== "tryon">> <<if _outfitName == "promDress">> <<set _outfitWithNum = _outfitName + parseInt($HS.promDress)>> <<run $Closet.pushUnique(_outfitWithNum)>> <<else>> <<run $Closet.pushUnique(_outfitName)>> <</if>> <</if>> /* Custom outfits */ <<if _outfitName == "default" && Object.keys($OutfitSaves.default).length>> <<set _custom = true>> <<set _customFit = $OutfitSaves.default>> <<elseif _outfitName == "sleepwear" && Object.keys($OutfitSaves.sleepwear).length>> <<set _custom = true>> <<set _customFit = $OutfitSaves.sleepwear>> <<elseif _outfitName == "goingOut" && Object.keys($OutfitSaves.goingOut).length>> <<set _custom = true>> <<set _customFit = $OutfitSaves.goingOut>> <<elseif _outfitName == "prostitution" && Object.keys($OutfitSaves.prostitution).length>> <<set _custom = true>> <<set _customFit = $OutfitSaves.prostitution>> <<else>> <</if>> /* Reset doll to base outfit */ <<set $doll = Object.assign({}, _custom ? _customFit : setup.Outfits[_outfitName])>> /* Update bra / panties depending on fit / character variables */ <<pantyAndBraCheck>> /* Add on hometown accessories */ /* Stops adding the hometown accessories for custom default fits */ <<if ( (_outfitName == "default" || _outfitName == "basic") && _custom == false ) && SugarCube.settings.hometownAcc>> <<switch $CC.hometown>> <<case AL>> <<set $doll.feet = "shoes_cowboyboots">> <<case NO>> <<set $doll.hat = "hat_cowboyBrown">> <<case NY>> <<set $doll.accessory = "accessory_choker">> <<case LA>> <<set $doll.accessory = "anklet_surfer">> <<case WA>> <<set $doll.glasses = "glasses_hipster">> <</switch>> <</if>> /* Lost clothing check: If anything on is in the lost section, remove it.*/ <<for _i, _item range $doll>> <<if $lostClothing && $lostClothing.includes(_item)>> <<set $doll[_i] = "">> <</if>> <</for>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</widget>> <<widget pantyAndBraCheck>> <<set _currentDoll = _args[0] ? (_doll[_args[0]] || $doll) : $doll>> <<set _pantiesStyles = { Commando : "", "Bikini-style" : "bikini", Thongs : "thong", }>> <<if _currentDoll.panties == undefined>> <<set _currentDoll.panties = _pantiesStyles[$Body.undies] || "">> <</if>> <<if !_currentDoll.bra>> <<set _currentDoll.bra = $Body.braless || _currentDoll.bra == false ? "" : "bra">> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget cumSpray>> <<if !$doll.overlay>> <<set $doll.overlay = []>> <</if>> <<set _remainingSprays = setup.cumSprays.filter((spray) => !$doll.overlay.includes(spray))>> /* removes chance of duplicates */ <<if _args[0] == "reset">> <<set $doll.overlay = []>> <<else>> <<for _input range _args>> <<run _sprays = _remainingSprays.filter((spray) => spray.includes(_input.slice(0,-1)))>> /* narrows arr to one position */ <<set _numOfSpraysToApply = Number.isInteger(_input.last()) ? _input.last() : 1>> /* lets widget work even for args without a number. */ <<run _maxRange = _numOfSpraysToApply > _sprays.length ? _sprays.length : _numOfSpraysToApply>> <<set _randomSprays = _sprays.pluckMany(_maxRange)>> <<set $doll.overlay = $doll.overlay.concat(_randomSprays)>> <</for>> <</if>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</widget>> /* TODO: (Fict) Rewrite this && confirm it works */ <<widget restoreLook>> <<set $doll = {}>> <<set $doll = _initialLook>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</widget>> <<widget face>> <<set _expr = _args[0]>> <<set _faceMakeup = _args[1]>> <<set $doll.expression = _expr>> <<set $doll.faceMakeup = _faceMakeup>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</widget>> <<widget fullOutfit>> <<set _outfitName = _args[0]>> <<set _fullOutfit = setup.Outfits[_outfitName]>> /* TODO: (Fict) Update HD Doll art to display properly in shopping mall and then replace this with $dollPath */ <<set _dollPath = "img/doll/">> /* TODO: (Fict) Memoize this for faster reloads */ <<for _slot range Object.keys(_fullOutfit)>> <<capture _slot>> /* TODO: @Fict? Some outfit Items have "" as their value which causes unexpected visuals to appear, we should probably fix that in init.tw instead of doing a check here. */ <<if _fullOutfit[_slot]>> <<switch _slot>> <<case hat>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<case glasses>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<case jacket>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'"> <<case upper>> <<if _fullOutfit[_slot] === "shirt_africantribaltraditional" || _fullOutfit[_slot] === "shirt_africantribalmakeshift">> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<else>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'"> <</if>> <<case bra>> <<if _fullOutfit.bra>> /*Ignore when outfit.bra is false */ <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'"> <</if>> <<case lower>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<case panties>> <<if _fullOutfit.panties>> /*Ignore outfits where panties = false */ <<if _fullOutfit[_slot].toString().contains("panties")>> /* Some outfits like bikini are named panties_<item> and others are not */ <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<else>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/panties_' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <</if>> <</if>> <<case socks>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<case feet>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <<case accessory>> <img class="mallSlot" @src="_dollPath + 'clothing/' + _fullOutfit[_slot] + '.png'"> <</switch>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</widget>> <<widget liftUpDress>> <<if $doll.upper is "promdress_thrift">><<upper "promdress_thriftup">> <<elseif $doll.upper is "promdress_regular">><<upper "promdress_regularup">> <<elseif $doll.upper is "promdress_classy">><<upper "promdress_classyup">> <<elseif $doll.upper is "promdress_risky">><<upper "promdress_riskyup">> <<elseif $doll.upper is "promdress_prude">><<upper "promdress_prudeup">> <<elseif $doll.lower is "denimSkirt">><<lower "denimSkirt_up">> <<elseif $doll.upper is "dress_littleblack">><<upper "dress_littleblack_up">> <<elseif $doll.lower is "dress_silver_skirt_short">><<lower "dress_silver_skirt_short_windy">> <<elseif $doll.lower is "dress_silver_skirt_long">><<lower "dress_silver_skirt_long_windy">> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget loseDefaultOutfit>> <<if $lostClothing == undefined>> <<set $lostClothing = []>> <</if>> /* Check if the player has set a default fit. Target that custom fit if so. */ <<if Object.keys($OutfitSaves.default).length>> <<set _fit = $OutfitSaves.default>> <<for _i, _item range setup.Outfits>> <<if _item.upper == _fit.upper>> <<set _fitName = _i>> <</if>> <</for>> <<else>> <<set _fit = setup.Outfits['basic']>> <<set _fitName = "basic">> <</if>> /* Remove the fit from our Closet so it's buyable again. */ <<run $Closet.delete(_fitName)>> /* Add the fit into our lost clothing section so if it's put on in any way, it is not shown. */ <<for _item range _fit>> <<run $lostClothing.pushUnique(_item)>> <</for>> <<NotificationPopup "Default Outfit has been lost...">> <</widget>> <<widget dollRearView>> <<set _showDollBack = true>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</widget>>
<<widget "DollBackHD">> <<set _layout = $args[0] or "body">> <<set _id = $args[1] or "sidebar">> <<set _outfit = $args[2] or undefined>> <<set _dollPath = "img/dollHD/">> <<set _hairClass = 'doll hair' + $Body.hair>> <<if ndef _doll>> <<set _doll = {}>> <</if>> <<set _currDoll = _id === "sidebar" ? $doll : (_doll[_id] || $doll)>> <<if _outfit>> <<set _currDoll = setup.Outfits[_outfit]>> <</if>> <<if $CC.showDoll || _tempShowDoll>> <div @id="'doll-' + _id" @class="'dollContainer ' + _layout"> /* DollHD base */ <img data-slot="body" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'body/body_' + $Body.skin + '_back' + '.png'" onerror="this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'"> /* DollHD Hair */ <<if _currDoll.hair>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="_dollPath + 'hair/' + _currDoll.hair + '_back' + '.png'" onerror="this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'"> <<elseif $Body.style neq "">> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="_dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + $Body.style + '_back' + '.png'" onerror="this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'"> <img data-slot="hair_rim" class="doll" @src="_dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + $Body.style + '_rim' + '_back' +'.png'" onerror="this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'"> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <</widget>>
<<set _isInit = previous() is "CC000 - Open">> <<set _exitLinkLabel = _isInit ? "Continue to Origin Story" : `Back to ${previous()}`>> <header> <h1>Help</h1> <h2>Secret Agent<br>Starter Kit™</h2> </header> Blue Swallow is the story of a young woman who had no intention of becoming a spy and so has to rely on the person she has become with the skills she already has at hand to overcome obstacles and succeed at her mission. <br><br> Primarily, the game utilized a number of statistics that will be raised and lowered through choices she makes during her character creation, and can be improved through use during the main gameplay. <br><br><br> <h2>🙋♀️ Her Traits:</h2> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand items-grid-help"> <div> ''Suggestible'' How susceptible she is to peer pressure and the situation around her? Is she motivated by an external or internal locus of control? </div> <div> ''Stable'' How grounded is she? Have her experiences and life made her expect and, maybe at a subconscious level, //want// upheaval? </div> <div> ''Sophisticated'' Does she like and expect the better things in life? This is both a good thing in high-class situations and a bad thing when she might have to rough it. </div> <div> ''Confident'' How much does she believe in herself? Will she vacillate or stay convicted? </div> <div> ''Easy'' How little does she value sexual interaction? This is not necessarily a bad thing, but defines both the level of her standards for who she sleeps with and how often she does it with someone brand new. </div> <div> ''Risky'' How little does she value her personal well-being? This could be a bad thing if there is threat to herself, but also allows her to eschew the worries of self-preservation to do the 'right' thing in the situation. </div> <div> ''Excitable'' How much does she value novelty and fun? Is she bored easily and chafe under the mundane? </div> <div> ''Attractiveness'' How good looking is she? This is both an objective quality and takes into consideration the intangible 'it' factor that some people have. </div> </div> <br><br> <h2> 🕵️♀️ Her Skills </h2> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand items-grid-help"> <div> ''Social'' How adept is she at social interactions? Does she have a bevvy of friends and contacts or is she more of a wallflower? </div> <div> ''Athletics'' How athletic is she? Can she exert herself and ask more from her body than other people? </div> <div> ''Learning'' How smart is she? Does she soak up knowledge easily and how much does she retain? </div> <div> ''Deception'' How good is she at misdirecting and fooling others? Do people see through her easily? </div> <div> ''Wiles'' Does she know how to affect her feminine charms to her benefit? Irrespective of her beauty, can she make people do things because, simply, she's a woman? </div> <div> ''Investigation'' Is she facile at deduction? Can she dig in and connect the dots between facts or understand subtext and physical tics? </div> <div> ''Coordination'' How deft is she? Will she stumble or remain upright? Can she do multiple things at once? </div> <div> ''Discipline'' How able is she to power through duress? How much can she overcome her own personality and innate qualities to do something that she might not 'want' to? </div> <div> ''Perception'' How keen is she at noticing things? This is both an active ability if she's trying to pay attention, and her intrinsic ability to pick up on subtleties around her. </div> <div> ''Performance'' Can she put on a show? This could be a distinct and actual performance or it could be a personality she's trying to affect. </div> </div> <br><br><br> As you can tell, certain situations may cause for two (or more) skills or traits to conflict -- or enhance -- each other, and so their interaction might lead to unexpected outcomes. (Example: Deception and Coordination both being tested for a slight-of-hand check to do a magic trick!) What kind of outcomes? Failure. Success. Inability to go down certain options and routes. There are many results in Blue Swallow and each playthrough will likely be unique. <br><br> Unlike other games, her stats will not be available to see, nor will you definitely know when they are changing. There //will// be opportunities in the game to uncover (UN-REDACT) portions of her Dossier (WIP) that might give clues to these statistics, but they will never be numerically defined. <br><br> <<if _isInit>> Now! Let's get to character creation! <</if>> <br><br> <div class="sticky bottom to-right"> <<button _exitLinkLabel>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<if _isInit>> <<run Engine.play("CC001 - Origin")>> <<else>> <<run Engine.play(previous())>> <</if>> <</button>> </div>
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/* All Rights Reserved 2024 by CTJ */ <<set $version = "v0.9.1.1">> <<set $bodies = []>> /* Unchanged for now */ <<set $bodiesDetails = new Map([[]])>> /* Unchanged for now */ /* $sexcount + $kinkNum + $num need to all be looked at with these */ <<set $Inventory = []>> <<set $Memories = []>> <<set $Legend = []>> <<set $Closet = []>> <<set $OutfitSaves = { default : {}, goingOut : {}, prostitution : {}, sleepwear : {}, }>> <<set $lostClothing = []>> <<set $currentOutfit = "default">> <<set $doll = {}>> <<set $dollPath = "img/doll/">> <<set $statCap = 6>> <<set $statCapHit = false>> <<set $statCapPassedUni = false>> <<set $statCapPassedGY = false>> <<set $Stats = { Traits : { 'Attractiveness' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Confident' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Easy' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Excitable' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Risky' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Sophisticated' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Stable' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, 'Suggestible' : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, }, Skills : { "Athletics" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Coordination" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Deception" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Discipline" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Investigation" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Learning" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Perception" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Performance" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Social" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, "Wiles" : { value: 0, exp: 0, base: 0, temp: 0 }, }, Kinks : [], BodyTraits : [], SexSkills : [], SexSkillLvls: { anal : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, arousal : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, oral : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, flexibility : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, handjob : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, pussy : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, orgasm : { level: 0, experience: 0, }, intercourse : { level: 0, experience: 0, } } }>> <<set $Body = { age : 0, abortions : 0, bust : 0, braless : false, cesarean : false, cheatCount : 0, cycleTracker : 0, eyes : "", daysUntilOvulation : 0, dayImpregnated : 0, fertile : true, fertility : 0, hair : "", hips : 0, implants : false, isBarefoot : false, isBraless : false, isTopless : false, isWearingDress : false, isWearingHeels : false, maxFertility : 0, ovulation : 0, piercings : [], piercingStyle : {}, pregnant : false, pregnantBy : [], pubes : "", realHeight : "", sexuality : "", skin : "", state : ['healthy'], style : "", tattooStyle : {}, tits: "", undies : [], /* array and string */ vCard : {}, virgin : true, virginityLostIn : "", waist : 0, }>> <<set $People = { "CC" : { Drew : { name: "Drew", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Ethan : { name: "Ethan", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Parents : { name: "Parents", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, M : { name: "M", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, F : { name: "F", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "HS" : {}, "GY" : { Alina: { name: 'Alina', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Lily: { name: 'Lily', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Masenna: { name: 'Masenna', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Sofia: { name: 'Sofia', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Bekkah: { name: 'Bekkah', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Rian: { name: 'Rian', title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "UN" : { Roommate : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, SoroSister : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Boyfriend : { name: "", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "AI" : { Angelo : { name: "Angelo", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Bona : { name: "Bona", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, DancerGroup : { name: "DancerGroup", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Sakura : { name: "Sakura", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Euji : { name: "Euji", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Lori : { name: "Lori", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Anika : { name: "Anika", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Daxa : { name: "Daxa", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Luz : { name: "Luz", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Nino : { name: "Nino", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Tara : { name: "Tara", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Peaches : { name: "Peaches", title: "", gender: 'F', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Callum : { name: "Callum", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, DJDJ : { name: "DJDJ", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Datu : { name: "Datu", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Nestor : { name: "Nestor", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, Karl : { name: "Karl", title: "", gender: 'M', rel: 0, caption: ""}, }, "UNBodies" : {}, "ArgBodies" : {}, }>> /* TODO: Break up CC even further. Looking at Clothes, and maybe Family? */ <<set $CC = { actPath : 0, adoptive : "", activity : "", attempt : false, attemptBig : false, APtaken : false, bank : 0, barnTime : 0, barnDrink : false, barnDrugs : false, barnLocation : false, barnMusic : false, barnPeople : false, barnSurprise : false, BC : "", bodies : [], /* ?? */ clique : "", codeName : "", chellaDirect : false, chellaDetect : false, chellaSneak : false, conception : 0, dad : 0, danceStyles : [], day : 0, DName : "", earlyGrad : false, EDName : "", father : "", firstDay : "", friend1 : "", freetime : "", Feyes : "", Fhair : "", FhairStyle : "", Fheight : 0, Fname : "", Ftrait : 0, Fskin : "", FFName : "", FFsex : "", FFpeople : 0, FFlocation : 0, FFmusic : 0, FFdrink : 0, FFdrugs : 0, FFsurprise : 0, grooming : 0, gymScore : 0, hometown : "", hometownName : "", height : 0, inherited : [], HSBC : 0, hsv : "", kinknum : 0, /* Didn't update */ labelReaction : 0, maleAttention : 0, maleReaction : 0, makeIt : 0, MName : "", Mhair : "", Mheight : 0, Mtrait : 0, Meyes : "", Mskin : "", mom : 0, month : 0, mother : "", name : "", num : 0, /* Didn't update */ opening : "", parents : "", position : 0, schoolinterest : "", sextivity : "", showDoll: false, spoiled : false, spy : "", surname : "", traits: [], wealth : 3, year : 0 }>> <<set $HS = { acceptance : 0, ava : 0, addictionLv : 0, baby : "", bandWin : 0, bandName : "", bandCohesion : false, chair : "", college: 0, compHungover : false, compWin : 0, cosplay : false, costume : "", dates : 0, dropOut : false, fidelity : "", firstOptions : {}, firstRelationship : {}, gapYear : 0, grad : "", label : false, LDR : false, leftoverBodies : [], media : 0, modelHire : 0, musicOriginal : false, /* set but not used */ paddyHU : "", popularity : 0, postGrad : "", preg : false, preggedBy : {}, pregAttempts : 0, promDate : "", promWin : 0, promDress : 0, Risky : 0, sales : 0, sigOther : {}, SMfollowers : 0, soloist : false, soloSuccess : 0, Stable : 0, Sugg : 0, testScore : 0, twitchChap : false, twitchWin : 0, twitchOpenLoss : false, twitchCosWin : 0, twitchFifth : "", vol : 0, }>> <<set $GY = { baseBodies : 0, bodies : 0, explore : "", friend : "", goal : 0, hookup : "", jerimieh : 0, job : false, joinedIn : false, Jordan : false, kids : 0, knows : false, location : 0, maude : 0, native : false, nativeStyle : "", repatriated : false, swissTrysts : 0, tiktok : false, topless : false, wife : false, }>> <<set $PG = { boysSex : false, oops : false, }>> <<set $ACTI = { cheatCount : 0, followed : false, goOut : "", oops : false, search : 0, Tallinn : 0, target : "", ticket : 0, }>> /* TODO: Put all the Soros and their scores into a map maybe lol. Like people. */ <<set $UN = { ADP : 0, baby : "", badEnd : false, CBC : 0, clothes : "", DDD : 0, DZ : 0, extracurricular : "", GDI : false, GPA : 0, hookupEnd : false, job : "", greek : "", KKG : 0, KD : 0, major : "", maxBodies : 0, newFirst : "", notFirst : false, preg : false, preggedBy : {}, pregAttempts : 0, present : "", professor : false, rush : false, rushed : [], sex : "", sexCat : [], /* set but not used */ sorSlut : false, test : 0, XO : 0, bodiesNum : 0, }>> <<set $HomeBase = { visits : 1, days : 0, Mission1Cleared : false }>> <<set $M1 = { eval1 : 0, eval2 : 0, eval3 : 0, eval4 : 0, eval5 : 0, }>> <<set $M2 = { visitedClubJobDay1 : false, }>> <<set $Dossier = { dossierCheck : false, knowsDossier : false, showWardrobe: false, showEval: false, showSexSkills: false, testedAth : false, testedCoo : false, testedDec : false, testedSugg : false, testedDis : false, testedPer : false, testedInv : false, testedSta : false, testedSop : false, testedCon : false, testedEas : false, testedRis : false, testedExc : false, /* These are never turned true */ testedPrf : false, testedWil : false, testedAtt : false, testedSoc : false, testedLea : false, testedStb : false, }>> /* Constant Variables */ <<set setup.rushOptions = ['XO', 'DDD', 'KKG', 'KD', 'DZ', 'ADP']>> <<set setup.heights = { 2 : ["6'", "6' 2", "6' 4"], 1 : ["5' 7", "5' 9'", "5' 11"], 0 : ["5' 3", "5' 5", "5' 6"], "-1" : ["5' 0", "5' 1", "5' 2"], "-2" : ["4' 9", "4' 10", "4'11"], }>> <<set setup.piercings = ["Navel", "Right Eyebrow", "Left Eyebrow", "Nostril"]>> <<set setup.tattoos = ["Nape", "Wrist", "Ankle", "Arm", "Thigh", "Foot"]>> <<set setup.ethnicityOpts = { "black" : [ "Caribbean", "West African", "Central African", "Arabic", "Jewish", "Australian", "East African" ], "golden" : [ "Slavic", "Italian", "Greek", "South American", "Iberian", "Caribbean", "Central American", "Korean", "Japanese", "Chinese", "Indian", "Pakistani", "Thai", "Vietnamese", "Filipino", "Pacific Islander", "Native American", "Arabic", "Jewish" ], "fair" : [ "British", "Irish", "Scottish", "Scandinavian", "Slavic", "German", "French", "Italian", "Greek", "South American", "Iberian", "Caribbean", "Central American", "Korean", "Japanese", "Chinese", "Indian", "Pakistani", "Thai", "Vietnamese", "Filipino", "Pacific Islander", "Native American", "Arabic", "Jewish" ], "olive" : [ "Slavic", "Italian", "Greek", "South American", "Iberian", "Caribbean", "Central American", "Pacific Islander", "Native American", "Arabic", "Jewish" ], "white" : [ "British", "Irish", "Scottish", "Scandinavian", "Slavic", "Italian", "Greek", "German", "French", "South American", "Iberian", "Caribbean", "Central American", "Arabic", "Jewish" ], }>> <<set setup.sexSkills = { anal : { 1 : "Good Anal", 2 : "Great Anal", 3 : "Anal Queen", }, arousal : { 1 : "Easy Arousal", 2 : "High Libido", 3 : "Constantly Horny", }, oral : { 1 : "Good Head", 2 : "Deepthroater", 3 : "No Gag Reflex", }, flexibility : { 1 : "Pliant Limbs", 2 : "Incredible Flexibility", }, handjob : { 1 : "Good Handjobs", 2 : "Skilled Hands and Feet", 3 : "Master Manipulator", }, pussy : { 1 : "Tight Pussy", 2 : "Tiny Pussy", 3 : "Crazy-Small Pussy", }, orgasm : { 1 : "Easy Orgasms", 2 : "Quick Orgasms", 3 : "Hair-Trigger Orgasms", }, intercourse : { 1 : "Good Intercourse", 2 : "Great Intercourse", 3 : "Sex God", }, }>> <<set setup.LezFlavor = [ "was decent.", "was a great lay.", "was barely a blip.", "was mostly focused on me cumming.", "asked permission to cum.", "did amazing things with her fingers.", "was incredibly vocal.", "never made a sound until her came.", "was a mistake, but we had fun.", "loved to watch in the mirror.", "liked being tied up.", "loved pulling my hair.", "just kinda...happened?", "was incredible with her tongue.", "came so quick, made me feel like a god.", "preferred cuddling.", "used a strap-on.", "had a gorgeous pussy.", "had an incredible set of tits.", "had eyes I could swim in.", "had incredible hair.", "left me with pubes in my teeth.", "tasted awful.", "breath smelled like eggs.", "only liked to fuck drunk.", "got horny when she was high.", ]>> <<set setup.FuckFlavor = [ "was decent.", "was a great lay.", "was barely a blip.", "came quick.", "couldn't really get it up.", "breath smelled like eggs.", "only liked to fuck drunk.", "got horny when he was high.", "was mostly focused on me cumming.", "treated me like a fleshlight.", "went multiple rounds, multiple times.", "lasted til it hurt.", "preferred doggy.", "wanted me on top.", "asked permission to cum.", "enjoyed fucking my tits.", "had a giant dick.", "had a tiny dick.", "did amazing things with his fingers.", "was incredible with his tongue.", "was incredibly vocal.", "never made a sound until he came.", "was a mistake, but we had fun.", "loved to watch in the mirror.", "liked being tied up.", "loved pulling my hair.", "just kinda...happened?", "never cleaned his cock.", ]>> <<set setup.FuckFlavorOld = [ "Back at home on Spring Break, ", "Back at home...a Summer Fling, ", "On a surprise visit from back home, ", "During a random quick weekend visit home, ", ]>> <<set setup.cumSprays = [ 'facial_0','facial_1','facial_2','facial_3','facial_4','facial_5','facial_6', 'mouth_0', 'breasts_0','breasts_1','breasts_2','breasts_3', 'body_0','body_1','body_2', 'mound_0','mound_1','mound_2','mound_3','mound_4', 'pussy_0','pussy_1', 'thighs_0','thighs_1', ]>> /* Used to check if doll is wearing Hells -- $Body.isWearingHeels */ <<set setup.Heels = [ "expensivedress_shoes", "going-out-shoes", "heels_yellow", "shoes_blackheels", "shoes_blackhighheels", "shoes_laquer", "shoes_popular", "shoes_promblue", "shoes_promdark", "shoes_promred", "shoes_prude", "shoes_boots_70bond", "shoes_cowboyboots", "shoes_silverheels" ]>> /* Used to check if doll is wearing a dress -- $Body.isWearingDress */ <<set setup.Dresses = [ "promdress_thrift", "promdress_regular", "promdress_classy", "promdress_risky", "promdress_prude", "cheerskirt", "cheerskirt_college", "denimSkirt", "dress_elegant", "dress_hippie", "dress_littleblack", "dress_sororitysundress", "expensivedress", "punkdress", "skirt_africantribaltraditional", "skirt_ahriacademy", "skirt_ahridefault", "skirt_ahrielderwood", "skirt_popular", "skirt_office", "skirt_ahrikda", "skirt_prude", "dress_silver_skirt", "camisole", ]>> /* outfits can disable bras and panties by passing { ..., bra: false, panties: false } */ <<set setup.Outfits = { default: { upper: `shirtSparrow`, lower: "denimSkirt", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, sleepwear : { bra: false, panties: false }, goingOut : { upper: `shirtSparrow`, lower: "denimSkirt", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, prostitution : { upper: `shirtSparrow`, lower: "denimSkirt", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, naked: { bra: false, panties: false }, underwear: {}, basic: { upper: `shirtSparrow`, lower: "denimSkirt", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, loser: { upper: "hoodie", lower: "pants_flannel", feet: "shoes_uggslips", socks: false, /* TODO (Fict/Lewd): this has a back portion of the hoodie, not sure how to code it */ }, towel: { upper: "towel", bra: false, }, prude: { upper: "shirt_prude", feet: "shoes_prude", socks: "socks_pantyhose", lower: "skirt_prude", }, choir: { upper: "shirt_choir", feet: "shoes_prude", socks: "socks_pantyhose", }, nerd: { upper: "shirt_nerd", lower: "pants_nerd", feet: "shoes_nerd", glasses: "glasses_nerd", }, gym: { upper: "leotard_gym", bra: false, panties: false, }, club: { upper: "dress_littleblack", feet: "shoes_blackheels", }, gang: { jacket: "jacket_gang", upper: `tanktop_bound`, lower: "jeans_lowcut", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, ballerina: { upper: "leotard_ballerina", socks: "stockings_ballerina", feet: "shoes_ballerina", bra: false, }, soccer: { upper: "shirtSports", lower: "sportshorts", feet: "shoes_cleats", }, track: { upper: "tracktop", lower: "trackshorts", feet: "shoes_cleats", }, baseball: { upper: "shirtSports", lower: "pants_baseball", feet: "shoes_cleats", }, lifeguard: { upper: "bathingsuit", bra: false, panties: false, }, HScheer: { upper: "cheertop", lower: "cheerskirt", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, UNcheer: { upper: "cheertop_college", lower: "cheerskirt_college", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, hiphop: { upper: "tanktop", lower: "pants_sweats", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, ahri: { lower: "short_ahriprechoice", upper: "shirt_ahridefault", feet: "shoes_ahridefault", hairback: "back_ahridefault", hair: "hair_front_ahridefault", }, ahriElder: { upper: "shirt_ahrielderwood", lower: "skirt_ahrielderwood", socks: "socks_ahrielderwood", makeup: "makeup_ahrielderwood", hair: "hair_front_ahrielderwood", hairback: "back_ahrielderwood", }, ahriAcademy: { upper: "shirt_ahriacademy", lower: "skirt_ahriacademy", feet: "shoes_ahriacademy", socks: "socks_ahriacademy", makeup: "makeup_ahriacademy", hair: "hair_front_ahriacademy", hairback: "back_ahriacademy", }, ahriPrestige: { upper: "shirt_ahrikda", lower: "skirt_ahrikda", feet: "shoes_ahrikda", makeup: "makeup_ahrikda", hair: "hair_front_ahrikda", accessory: "bracelet_ahrikda", }, juliet: { upper: "dress_juliet", bra: false, }, volunteer: { upper: `top_volunteer`, lower: "khakishorts", socks: "socks_whiteshort", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, sports: { upper: "yellowsportsshirt", lower: "tightsportsshorts", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, popular: { feet: "shoes_popular", socks: "socks_popular", lower: "skirt_popular", upper: "shirt_popular", }, bikini: { bra: "bra_popularmodest", panties: "popularmodest", }, smallbikini: { bra: "bra_popularrisky", panties: "popularrisky", }, redbikini: { bra: "bikinired", panties: "redtied", }, bikinibandeau: { bra: "bikini_bandeau", panties: "hiwaist", }, modelbikini: { bra: "modelbikini", panties: "modelbikini", }, bodysuit: { upper: "bodysuit", bra: false, panties: false, lower: "shorts_sororityjeanshorts", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, teddy: { upper: "teddy", panties: "thong_lingerie", }, modellingerie: { bra: false, upper: "modellingerie", panties: false, }, bwshoot: { panties: false, bra: false, upper: "camisole", }, basejeans: { upper: "shirt_plainwhite", lower: "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, rocker: { feet: "leatherboots", socks: "blackfishnetgarters", upper: "punkdress", panties: "blacklace", bra: "blackbralace", }, africa: { feet: "hikingboots", upper: "top_volunteer", lower: "khakishorts", socks: "socks_whiteshort", }, native: { upper: "shirt_africantribaltraditional", lower: "skirt_africantribaltraditional", feet: "shoes_africantribal", accessory: "bracelet_africantribal", }, tatters: { upper: "shirt_africantribalmakeshift", lower: "skirt_africantribalmakeshift", }, sundress: { upper: "dress_sororitysundress", feet: "heels_yellow", }, soroslut: { upper: "top_sororityslutty", lower: "shorts_sororityjeanshorts", feet: "heels_yellow", }, ADP: { upper: "shirt_sororityalphadeltapi", lower: "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans", feet: "heels_yellow", }, KD: { upper: "shirt_sororitykappadelta", lower: "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans", feet: "heels_yellow", }, KKG: { upper: "shirt_sororitykappakappagamma", lower: "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans", feet: "heels_yellow", }, DDD: { upper: "shirt_sororitytridelta", lower: "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans", feet: "heels_yellow", }, DZ: { upper: "shirt_sororitydeltazeta", lower: "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans", feet: "heels_yellow", }, XO: { upper: "shirt_sororitychiomega", lower: "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans", feet: "heels_yellow", }, GDI: { upper: "shirt_sororitygammadeltaiota", lower: "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans", feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, hippie: { upper: "dress_hippie", feet: "leatherboots", }, backpacker: { upper: "top_backpacker", lower: "khakishorts", feet: "shoes_backpacker", }, elegantdress: { upper: "dress_elegant", feet: "shoes_blackhighheels", }, yoga: { upper: "yogashirt", lower: "yogapants", feet: "", }, gym: { upper: "yogashirt", lower: "sportshorts", feet: "shoes_cleats", }, promDress1: { bra: false, upper: "promdress_thrift", feet: "shoes_nerd", }, promDress2: { bra: false, upper: "promdress_regular", feet: "shoes_blackhighheels", }, promDress3: { bra: false, upper: "promdress_classy", feet: "shoes_promblue", }, promDress4: { bra: false, upper: "promdress_risky", feet: "shoes_promred", }, promDress5: { upper: "promdress_prude", feet: "shoes_promdark", }, grad: { hat: "gradcap", upper: "gradgown", feet: "shoes_blackhighheels", }, soaked: { upper: `wet_shirtSparrow`, lower: "denimSkirt_wet", }, Auburn: { upper: "auburn-shirt", }, Yankees: { upper: "yankees-shirt", bra: false, }, Euro: { upper: "euro-shirt", lower: "euro-shorts", feet: "euro-shoes", bra: "euro-bra", }, fashion: { upper: "sweater_fashion", lower: "miniskirt_fashion", socks: false, feet: "shoes_chunkysneakers", }, EuroNight: { upper: "going-out", feet: "going-out-shoes", bra: false, }, office: { lower: "skirt_office", upper: "blousewhite", feet: "shoes_laquer", }, KimP: { hair: "KpWig", upper: "KpTop", feet: "KpShoes", lower: "KpPants", accessory: "KpAccessory", }, apron: { upper: "apron", }, sugarDress: { upper: "expensivedress", feet: "expensivedress_shoes", }, techie: { upper: "techtshirt", lower: "tech_pants", feet: "tech_vans", socks: "socks_whiteshort", }, bargirl: { upper: "bargirl_top", lower: "bargirl_panties", socks: "socks_whiteshort", feet: "bargirl_shoes", }, gogo: { upper: "gogo_dancer_top", panties: false, bra: false, socks: "gogo_dancer_socks", feet: "gogo_dancer_shoes", }, slinkyshort: { upper: "dress_silver", lower: "dress_silver_skirt_short", bra: false, feet: "shoes_silverheels", }, slinkylong: { upper: "dress_silver", lower: "dress_silver_skirt_long", bra: false, feet: "shoes_silverheels", }, slinkylongwind: { upper: "dress_silver_windy", lower: "dress_silver_skirt_long_windy", bra: false, feet: "shoes_silverheels", }, slinkyshortwind: { upper: "dress_silver_windy", lower: "dress_silver_skirt_short_windy", bra: false, feet: "shoes_silverheels", }, bond: { upper: "shirt_70bond", lower: "pants_70bond", accessory: "choker_70bond", feet: "shoes_boots_70bond", }, AL : { feet: "shoes_cowboyboots", }, NO : { hat: "hat_cowboyBrown", }, NY : { accessory: "accessory_choker", }, LA : { accessory: "anklet_surfer", }, WA : { glasses: "glasses_hipster", }, }>>
<<set _ears = ["Right"]>> <div class="row"> <<for _index, _ear range _ears>> /*RIGHT EAR*/ <<set _lcEar = _ear.toLowerCase()>> <<capture _ear, _lcEar>> <div @class="'ear-piercing-' + _lcEar" style="display: inline-block; width:128px; margin: auto;"> <div style="position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/head.png'"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/ear_earflip.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/earhair_tat_' + $Body.style + '.png'"> /* Added conditional checks for $Body.piercingStyle to solve console errors */ <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/tattoo_ear.png'"> </div> <br/> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> </div>
<u>Other piercings</u> <br><br> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand"> <<for _addPiercing range _piercingOpts>> <<if !$Body.piercings.includes(_addPiercing)>> <<capture _addPiercing>> <<button _addPiercing>> <<run $Body.piercings.push(_addPiercing)>> <<replace #piercings>> <<include addPiercings>> <</replace>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</if>> <</for>> </div> <br><br> <<if $Body.piercings.includesAny("Left Ear", "Right Ear", "Left Cartilage", "Right Cartilage", "Navel", "Right Eyebrow", "Left Eyebrow", "Nostril", "Left Nipple", "Right Nipple", "Tongue")>> And I had <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Left Ear")>> a couple in my left lobe;<</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Right Ear")>> a few in my right lobe;<</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Left Cartilage")>> pierced my left cartilage;<</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Right Cartilage")>> put one in my right cartilage;<</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Navel")>> gotten my bellybutton pierced;<</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Right Eyebrow") || $Body.piercings.includes("Left Eyebrow")>> pierced an eyebrow;<</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Nostril")>> pierced my nose;<</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Left Nipple") || $Body.piercings.includes("Right Nipple")>><<if $Body.piercings.includes("Right Nipple") && $Body.piercings.includes("Left Nipple")>><<else>> got one of my nipples pierced;<</if>><</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Right Nipple") && $Body.piercings.includes("Left Nipple")>> got barbells through both my nips;<</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Tongue")>> got one in my tongue;<</if>> <br><br> <</if>> /*Not currently used */
/* Doll face */ <<set _faceType = $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face") ? "" : "plain">> <<set _expression = _currDoll.expression ? _currDoll.expression : "normal">> <<set _eyeType = _currDoll.expression ? _currDoll.expression : "normal">> /* <div class="headshot"> */ <<Doll small-portrait>>
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<div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <<link "<img @src=\"$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'\" style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "bald">> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> </div> <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pubes_strip.png'"> <<link "<img @src=\"$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'\" style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "strip">> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pubes_strip.png'"> </div> <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pubes_sparse.png'"> <<link "<img @src=\"$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'\" style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "bikini">> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pubes_sparse.png'"> </div> <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pubes_trimmed.png'"> <<link "<img @src=\"$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'\" style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "trimmed">> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pubes_trimmed.png'"> </div> <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pubes_natural.png'"> <<link "<img @src=\"$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'\" style='filter:opacity(0%);' class='closeup'>">> <<set $Body.pubes to "bush">> <<replace "#pubicbuttons">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <div style="display: inline-block; position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pussy.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/pubes_natural.png'"> </div> <</replace>> <</link>> </div>
<<if visited("CC013 - FinalForm2") && $RPGCharacter && SugarCube.settings.showStatsPanel>> <div id="overlay"> <div id="overlay-top" class="vert"> <<statSheet>> </div> </div> <br><br> <<done>> <<addclass ".passage" "passagePadding">> <</done>> <</if>> <<silently>> <<if $doll>> <<set _initialLook = $doll>> <<set $doll.expression = "">> <<set $doll.faceMakeup = "">> <</if>> <<if $doll && (setup.Dresses.includes($doll.upper) || setup.Dresses.includes($doll.lower))>> <<set $Body.isWearingDress = true>> <<else>> <<set $Body.isWearingDress = false>> <</if>> <<if $doll && setup.Heels.includes($doll.feet)>> <<set $Body.isWearingHeels = true>> <<else>> <<set $Body.isWearingHeels = false>> <</if>> <<if $doll && ($doll.feet == "shoes_africantribal" || $doll.feet == "" || $doll.feet == undefined)>> <<set $Body.isBarefoot = true>> <<else>> <<set $Body.isBarefoot = false>> <</if>> <<if $doll && ($doll.bra == false || $doll.bra == "" || $doll.bra == undefined)>> <<set $Body.isBraless = true>> <<else>> <<set $Body.isBraless = false>> <</if>> <<if $doll && $Body.isBraless && ($doll.upper == "" || $doll.upper == undefined || $doll.upper == "shirt_africantribalmakeshift")>> <<set $Body.isTopless = true>> <<else>> <<set $Body.isTopless = false>> <</if>> /* These fertility checks only start happening after visiting HomeBase */ <<if $HomeBase && $HomeBase.days > 0>> <<set $Body.cycleTracker = $HomeBase.days % 28>> /* Set daysUntilOvulation to be used in other places */ <<if $Body.cycleTracker <= $Body.ovulation>> <<set $Body.daysUntilOvulation = $Body.ovulation - $Body.cycleTracker>> <<else>> <<set $Body.daysUntilOvulation = ( 28 - $Body.cycleTracker ) + $Body.ovulation>> <</if>> /* Sets fertility. Based on your cycleTracker and your ovulation. */ <<switch $Body.daysUntilOvulation>> <<case 0>> <<set $Body.fertility = $Body.maxFertility>> <<case 1>> <<set $Body.fertility = $Body.maxFertility - 5>> <<case 2>> <<set $Body.fertility = $Body.maxFertility - 10>> <<case 3>> <<set $Body.fertility = $Body.maxFertility - 15>> <<default>> <<set $Body.fertility = 2>> <</switch>> /* Keeps fertility from going under 2. And over 999. I think. */ <<set $Body.fertility = Math.clamp($Body.fertility, 2, 999)>> <</if>> <</silently>> /* Back Button */ <<set _backButtonLabel = "">> /* If there is history, show back button */ <<if State.length>1 && UIBar.isStowed() >> <div class="transparent-sticky"> <div class='backButton'> <<link _backButtonLabel>> <<run Engine.backward()>> <</link>> </div> </div> <</if>>
<<if hasVisited('ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye')>> <<RunStatsLevelUpCheck>> <</if>> <<RunStatsValueCalculation>> <<set _location = passage()>> <<set _title = passage().replace(/.*\s\-\s/, '')>> <<run gtag('event', 'page_view', { page_title: _title, page_location: _location, })>> <<set $dollPath = SugarCube.settings.artHD ? "img/dollHD/" : "img/doll/">>
<<widget linkexpand container>> <span class="macro-link-expand"> <<linkreplace _args[0] t8n>> <<if _args[1] !== "noScroll">> <<scrollIntoView>> <</if>> _contents <</linkreplace>> </span> <</widget>> /* Used to Indicate a skill check to the player, accepts up to 3 stats <<skillCheckIcon "Easy">> <<skillCheckIcon "Easy" "Excitable">> <<skillCheckIcon "Easy" "Excitable" "Suggestible">> */ <<widget skillCheckIcon>> <<set _statsToTest = dataUtils.getTraitPopupLabel(_args[0])>> <<set _statsToTest = _args[1] ? _statsToTest + " and " + dataUtils.getTraitPopupLabel(_args[1]) : _statsToTest >> <<set _statsToTest = _args[2] ? _statsToTest.replace(" and ", ", ") + " and " + dataUtils.getTraitPopupLabel(_args[2]) : _statsToTest >> <<set _hoverText = _statsToTest + " will be tested">> <<hovertext _hoverText>> <img class="skillCheckIcon" src="./img/favicon.png"> <</hovertext>> <</widget>> <<widget hovertext container>> <span @title="_args[0]"> _contents </span> <</widget>> <<widget video>> <video autoplay muted loop @src="_args[0]" @poster="_args[1]" /> <</widget>> <<widget call container>> <<set _name = _args[0] or $CC.name>> <<set _class = 'call ' + (!_args[0] ? 'mc' : _args[0] === '?' ? 'unknown' : 'other') + ' ' + _name>> <div @class="_class"> <div class="avatar">_name</div> _contents </div> <</widget>> <<widget redacted container>> <<set _parsedContents = $(document.createDocumentFragment()).wiki(_contents).text() || _args[1]>> <<if !Scripting.evalTwineScript(_args[0])>> <span> _contents </span> <<else>> <span class="redacted"> <<=_parsedContents.replace(/./g, 'x')>> </span> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget addBody>> <<set _name = _args[0]>> <<set _gender = _args[1]>> <<set _title = _args[2] ? _args[2] : _name>> <<set _caption = _args[3] ? _args[3] : _title>> <<set _passage = passage()>> /* Notes on from: + Either adds the passage name that vCardCheck / addBody was called + Or if leftover during the bodycount lists, writes in HS/UN to those folks. */ <<run $bodies.push({ name: _name, gender: _gender, title: _title, caption: _caption, from: _passage, cheatedWith: _cheatedWith })>> <</widget>> <<widget vCardCheck>> /* Like this widget seperate from addBody bcuz Cassie uses them in different cases. Just keeps the code intent clear. */ <<set _name = _args[0]>> <<set _gender = _args[1]>> <<set _title = _args[2] ? _args[2] : _name>> <<set _caption = _title>> <<set _desc = _args[3] ? _args[3] : "And that's how I lost my virginity.">> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<set $Body.virgin = false>> <<set $Body.vCard = { name: _name, gender: _gender, title: _title, caption: _caption }>> _desc <</if>> /* Failsafe: Stops scenarios from double adding if they are the "same". Example: To ensure there is only one "xxx , my first" */ <<if !$bodies.find(body => body.title == _title)>> <<addBody _name _gender _title _caption>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget vCardCheckPreg>> <<set _name = _args[0]>> <<set _gender = _args[1]>> <<set _title = _args[2] ? _args[2] : _name>> <<set _caption = _title>> <<set _desc = _args[4] ? _args[4] : "And that's how I lost my virginity.">> <<vCardCheck _name _gender _title _caption _desc>> <<pregCheck _name _gender _title _caption>> <</widget>> <<widget GYvignTag>> <<if _args.includes("location")>> <<if _location === _args[0]>> <<done>><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</done>> <</if>> <<set _location = _args[0]>> <<else>> <<if _goal === _args[0]>> <<done>><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</done>> <</if>> <<set _goal = _args[0]>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget businessCard>> <<set _card = _args[0]>> /* <<run console.log(_args[0])>> */ <div class="businessCard"> <<if _card.image>><img @src="'img/' +_card.image"><</if>> <div class="card-basic"> <div class="card-basic-name"> <<= _card.name >> <<redacted !_card.surname>><<= _card.surname || "LongSurname">><</redacted>> </div> <<if _card.role>> <<= _card.role >> <</if>> <<if _card.branch>> <br> <<= _card.branch>> <</if>> </div> <div class="card-details"> <div> <<if _card.company>> <<=_card.company>> <</if>> <<if _card.parent>> <br> <<=_card.address>> <</if>> </div> <div> Tel: <<redacted true>>(212)-9876543<</redacted>> <br> E-mail: <<redacted true>>
[email protected]
<</redacted>> </div> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget IdentifyingFeatures>> /* Following If statemnet is temporary until peircings are ready */ <<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <<if _arrOfTats.length > 0 or $Body.piercings.length > 0>> <div class="Title"> <h3> Identifying Features </h3> /*Tattoos */ <<if _arrOfTats.length > 0 >> <<for _tatName range _arrOfTats>> <<capture _tatName, _pos>> <<set _pos = dataUtils.getTattooLocation(_tatName)>> <<print _pos>> tattoo <div style="position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <<if _pos == "Ear">> /*Add Head and Hair Images and set Ear-flip position to show tattoo */ <<set _pos = "ear_earflip">> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/head.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/earhair_tat_' + $Body.style + '.png'"> <</if>> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/' + _pos.toLowerCase() + '.png'"> <<if _arrOfTats.includes(_tatName)>> <img @id="_pos.toLowerCase() + '-tattoo'" class="closeup" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/tattoo_' + _tatName.toLowerCase() + '.png'"> <<else>> <img @id="_pos.toLowerCase() + '-tattoo'" class="closeup" @src=""> <</if>> </div> <br> <</capture>> <</for>> <</if>> /* Piercings */ <h4> Piercings </h4> <<if $Body.piercings.length > 0 >> <<if $Body.piercings.some(x=>x.contains("Ear") || x.contains("Cartilidge"))>> <<set _ears = ["Left", "Right"]>> <<for _index, _ear range _ears>> <<if $Body.piercings.contains(_ear+" "+"Ear") || $Body.piercings.contains(_ear+" "+"Cartilidge") >> <<set _lcEar = _ear.toLowerCase()>> <<capture _ear, _lcEar>> <div @class="'ear-piercing-' + _lcEar" style="display: inline-block; width:128px;"> <<print _ear>> Ear <div style="position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/ear.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/earhair_' + $Body.style + '.png'"> <<if $Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'ear'] !== 'none'>> <img @id="_lcEar + '-ear'" class="closeup" @src="$Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'ear'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/earpiercing_' + $Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'ear'] + '.png') : ''"> <</if>> <<if $Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'cartilage'] !== 'none'>> <img @id="_lcEar + '-cartilage'" class="closeup" @src="$Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'cartilage'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/earpiercing_' + $Body.piercingStyle[_lcEar + 'cartilage'] + '.png'): ''"> <</if>> </div> <br> <</capture>> <</if>> <</for>> <</if>> <br> <<for _piercing range $Body.piercings>> <<capture _piercing, _pos>> <<set _pos = _piercing>> <<if _piercing.indexOf("Ear") == -1 && _piercing.indexOf("Cartilidge") == -1>> <<print _pos>> Piercing <br> <</if>> /* Piercing Display Logic Goes here when images become available*/ <</capture>> <</for>> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget RunStatsLevelUpCheck>> /* Archaic brute force level up algorithm */ /* TODO: Please rewrite this so it doesn't take a century to finish and require other widgets need to use <<done>> hacks */ <<silently>> <<script>> $(document).ready(function (ev) { const traits = SugarCube.State.variables.Stats.Traits; const skills = SugarCube.State.variables.Stats.Skills; updateStats(); function updateStats() { for (const trait in traits) { const traitObj = traits[trait]; /* Handles exp into value for positive and negative values. */ if ( Math.sign(traitObj.base) > 0 ) { if ( traitObj.exp > traitObj.base ) { traitObj.base++; traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - traitObj.base; } else if ( traitObj.exp <= -traitObj.base ) { traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - -(traitObj.base); traitObj.base--; } } else if ( Math.sign(traitObj.base) < 0 ) { if ( traitObj.exp < traitObj.base ) { traitObj.base--; traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - traitObj.base; } else if ( traitObj.exp >= -traitObj.base ) { traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - -(traitObj.base); traitObj.base++; } } else { if ( traitObj.exp > traitObj.base ) { traitObj.base++; traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - traitObj.base; } else if ( traitObj.exp < traitObj.base ) { traitObj.base--; traitObj.exp = traitObj.exp - traitObj.base; } } } for (const skill in skills) { const skillObj = skills[skill]; /* Handles exp into value for positive and negative values. */ if ( Math.sign(skillObj.base) > 0 ) { if ( skillObj.exp > skillObj.base ) { skillObj.base++; skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - skillObj.base; } else if ( skillObj.exp <= -skillObj.base ) { skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - -(skillObj.base); skillObj.base--; } } else if ( Math.sign(skillObj.base) < 0 ) { if ( skillObj.exp < skillObj.base ) { skillObj.base--; skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - skillObj.base; } else if ( skillObj.exp >= -skillObj.base ) { skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - -(skillObj.base); skillObj.base++; } } else { if ( skillObj.exp > skillObj.base ) { skillObj.base++; skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - skillObj.base; } else if ( skillObj.exp < skillObj.base ) { skillObj.base--; skillObj.exp = skillObj.exp - skillObj.base; } } } } }); <</script>> <</silently>> <</widget>> <<widget RunStatsValueCalculation>> <<silently>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].value = $Stats.Traits[_trait].base + $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].value = $Stats.Skills[_skill].base + $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp>> <</for>> <</silently>> <</widget>> <<widget animation>> <<set _animation = _args[0]>> <<set _hairClass = 'hair' + $Body.hair>> <div id="Animation"> <<if _animation == "FirstSex">> <img src='img/anim/more/bed.png' class="animations" /> <img @src="'img/anim/missionary_' + $Body.skin + '.webp'" class="animations" /> <img @src="'img/anim/more/missionary_hair_' + $Body.style + '.webp'" @class="'animations ' + _hairClass" /> <img @src="'img/anim/boobs/missionary_boobs_' + $Body.tits + '_' + $Body.skin + '.webp'" class="animations" /> <img src='img/anim/more/missionary_he.webp' class="animations" /> <<elseif _animation == "LesbianFirstSex">> <img @src="'img/anim/Lesbian_' + $Body.skin + '.webp'" class="animations" /> <img @src="'img/anim/more/Lesbian_hair_' + $Body.style + '.webp'" @class="'animations ' + _hairClass" /> <img @src="'img/anim/boobs/Lesbian_boobs_' + $Body.tits + '_' + $Body.skin + '.webp'" class="animations" /> <img src='img/anim/more/Lesbian_she.webp' class="animations" /> <</if>> </div> <</widget>> <<widget Stats>> /* <<Stats Risky>> = Just increments */ /* <<Stats Deception ++>> = Add to Value / Exp automatically depending on if user is passed Act I or not */ /* <<Stats Deception -->> = Subtract from Value / Exp automatically depending on if user is passed Act I or not */ /* <<Stats Coordination += 5>> = This and -= as well. */ <<set _stat = _args[0]>> <<set _increment = _args[1] || "">> <<set _num = Util.isNumeric(_args[2]) ? _args[2] : "" >> <<set _notificationMessage = "Stat change occurred">> <<if Object.keys($Stats.Traits).includes(_stat)>> <<set _section = "Traits">> <<else>> <<set _section = "Skills">> <</if>> /* Grab the variable we working on */ <<set _base = "$Stats." + _section + "." + _stat + "">> <<set _newBase = $Stats[_section]>> <<set _currVal = _newBase[_stat].value>> <<set _statIsCapped = _currVal >= $statCap>> /* Need this to know whether to operate on exp or value */ <<if hasVisited('ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye') || _statIsCapped>> <<set _baseOrExp = "exp">> <<else>> <<set _baseOrExp = "base">> <</if>> /* Decides what operation to do on said variable */ /* OG Print Trick: <<print '<<set ' + $args[0] + ' to "something complicated">>'>> */ /* Include Hack: <<include `_type + "Slider"`>> */ <<set _base += "." + _baseOrExp>> <<if _increment>> <<set _increment = Util.isNumeric(_num) ? _increment + ' ' + _num : _increment>> <<set _incrementLabel = _increment.indexOf('-') >= 0 ? 'Decreased!' : "Increased!">> <<set _notificationMessage = dataUtils.getTraitPopupLabel(_stat) + " " + _incrementLabel>> <<silently>> <<print '<<set ' + _base + ' ' + _increment + '>>'>> <</silently>> <<else>> /* Default: Increment value by one. */ /* TODO: (Fict) Delete this use case? Pretty sure NEVER used <<Stats nameAlone>> */ <<set _notificationMessage = "Experience Increased!">> <<silently>> <<print '<<set ' + _base + ' ++>>'>> <</silently>> <</if>> <<if _statIsCapped && !hasVisited('ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye')>> <<if $statCapHit == false>> <<dialogHint "Stat Caps" 'popup'>> <<include "CC000 - StatCapHit">> <</dialogHint>> <<set $statCapHit = true>> <</if>> <<set _notificationMessage = dataUtils.getTraitPopupLabel(_stat) + " is Maxed Out!">> <</if>> <<if !_quietMode>> <<NotificationPopup _notificationMessage>> <</if>> <<RunStatsValueCalculation>> <<if visited("CC013 - FinalForm2") && $RPGCharacter && SugarCube.settings.showStatsPanel>> <<done>> <<replace "#overlay-top">><<statSheet>><</replace>> <</done>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget StatsSilentReverse>> <<set _quietMode = true>> <<set _stat = _args[0]>> <<set _increment = _args[1] || "">> <<set _num = Util.isNumeric(_args[2]) ? _args[2] : "" >> <<switch _increment>> <<case "++">> <<set _increment = "--">> <<case "--">> <<set _increment = "++">> <<case "+=">> <<set _increment = "-=">> <<case "-=">> <<set _increment = "+=">> <</switch>> <<Stats _stat _increment _num>> <<set _quietMode = false>> <</widget>> <<widget skillChecked>> <<set _traitsTested = _args.map(x => dataUtils.getTraitPopupLabel(x))>> <<set _message = _traitsTested[0] + ` ${["SexSkills", "Many traits", "Univeristy jobs", "Blowjob skills", "Previous Johns", "Anal skills", "Handjob skills"].indexOf(_args[0])>=0 ? 'were' : 'was'} tested.`>> <<if _traitsTested.length >= 2 >> <<set _message = _traitsTested.slice(0, _traitsTested.length-1).join(', ')>> <<set _message += ", and " + _traitsTested[_traitsTested.length-1] + " were tested.">> <</if>> <<NotificationPopup _message "skill-check">> <</widget>> <<widget NotificationPopup>> <<set _ToastMessage = _args[0]>> <<set _mode = _args[1]>> <<run let duration = 12000; let allToastTypes = ["info", "skill-check", "decrease"]; let toastType = "info"; /*Default Type */ /* Determine the mode and adjust styles accordingly */ if (_mode === "skill-check") { toastType = "skill-check"; } if(_ToastMessage.includes("Decreased")){ toastType = "decrease"; } let availableIcons = [ "Anal", "Athletics", "Attractiveness", "Blowjob", "Confidence", "Coordination", "Deception", "Discipline", "Easiness", "Excitability", "Handjob", "Intercourse", "Investigation", "Learning", "Oral", "Perception", "Performance", "Riskiness", "SexSkills", "Social", "Sophistication", "Stability", "Suggestibility", "Wiles" ]; if (!window.activeToasts) { window.activeToasts = []; } let showIcon = availableIcons.some(skill => _ToastMessage.includes(skill)); let skillIcon = showIcon ? availableIcons.find(skill => _ToastMessage.includes(skill)).replace("Oral", "Blowjob").replace("SexSkills", "Intercourse") : ''; let existingToast = window.activeToasts[toastType]; if (existingToast && existingToast.element) { /* If the message already exists, increase counter */ if(existingToast.messages[_ToastMessage]){ let messageList = existingToast.element.querySelector("#toast-list"); let temp = _ToastMessage + " "; let toastMessageId = temp.replace('!','').replace('.','').split(" ").join('-'); existingToast.messages[_ToastMessage].count=existingToast.messages[_ToastMessage].count+1; let textElement = messageList.querySelector(`#${toastMessageId} h3`); if(textElement){ textElement.textContent = `${_ToastMessage} x${existingToast.messages[_ToastMessage].count}`; } } else { /* Append new message onto this Toast-type */ existingToast.messages[_ToastMessage] = { message: _ToastMessage, count: 1 }; existingToast.count++; /* Append message to existing toast */ let temp = _ToastMessage + " "; let toastMessageId = temp.replace('!','').replace('.','').split(" ").join('-'); let newMessage = document.createElement("div"); newMessage.id = _ToastMessage; newMessage.classList.add("toast-content-wrapper"); newMessage.innerHTML = ` ${showIcon ? `<img alt="${skillIcon} gif" class="toast-image" src="./img/icons/skills/${skillIcon}.gif">` : ''} <div id="${toastMessageId}" class="toast-message"><h3>${_ToastMessage}</h3></div>`; let messageList = existingToast.element.querySelector("#toast-list"); messageList.append(newMessage); existingToast.messages[_ToastMessage]= { message: _ToastMessage, count:1, }; } /* Recalculate top positions */ existingToast.element.style.top = 15 + 'px'; let otherTypes = allToastTypes.filter(type => type !== toastType); var toastCount = existingToast.count; var typeCount = 1; for(let typeName of otherTypes){ if(window.activeToasts[typeName]){ window.activeToasts[typeName].element.style.top = (toastCount * 60 + (typeCount * 30)) + 'px'; /* Recalculate top positions */ toastCount += window.activeToasts[typeName].count; typeCount++; } } /* Ensure timeout exists before clearing */ if (existingToast.timeout) { window.clearTimeout(existingToast.timeout); } /* Disable fadeout animation */ existingToast.element.style.animation = "none"; /* Force reflow (triggers re-application) */ existingToast.element.offsetHeight; /* Reapply animation */ existingToast.element.style.animation = `slideInRight 0.3s ease-in-out forwards, fadeOut 0.5s ease-in-out forwards ${duration / 1000}s`; /* Assign a new timeout and store its reference */ const newTimeout = setTimeout(() => { existingToast.element.remove(); delete window.activeToasts[toastType]; }, duration); existingToast.timeout = newTimeout; /* Reset animation timer */ let progressBar = existingToast.element.querySelector(".toast-progress"); /* Clone the element to remove and reset animation */ let newProgressBar = progressBar.cloneNode(true); progressBar.parentNode.replaceChild(newProgressBar, progressBar); /* Reapply animation duration */ newProgressBar.style.animationDuration = `${duration / 1000}s`; } else { var toastCount = 0; var typeCount = 1; for(let typeName of allToastTypes){ if(window.activeToasts[typeName]){ toastCount += window.activeToasts[typeName].count; typeCount++; } } let temp = _ToastMessage + " "; let toastMessageId = temp.replace('!','').replace('.','').split(" ").join('-'); /* Create new toast */ let box = document.createElement("div"); box.classList.add("toast", `toast-${toastType}`); box.style.top = (toastCount * 60 + (typeCount * 25) + 'px'); /* Adjust top position */ box.innerHTML = ` <div> <div id="toast-list"> <div id="${_ToastMessage}-wrapper" class="toast-content-wrapper"> ${showIcon ? `<img alt="${skillIcon} gif" class="toast-image" src="./img/icons/skills/${skillIcon}.gif">` : ''} <div id="${toastMessageId}" class="toast-message"><h3>${_ToastMessage}</h3></div> </div> </div> <div class="toast-progress"></div> </div>`; box.querySelector(".toast-progress").style.animationDuration = `${duration / 1000}s`; document.body.appendChild(box); /*Clean up toasts after duration (So that positioning code above will work)*/ const newTimeout = setTimeout(() => { /* Ensure this is still the latest timeout before removing */ window.activeToasts[toastType].element.remove(); delete window.activeToasts[toastType]; let otherTypes = allToastTypes.filter(type => type !== toastType); var toastCount = 0; var typeCount = 0; for(let typeName of otherTypes){ if(window.activeToasts[typeName]){ window.activeToasts[typeName].element.style.top = (toastCount * 60 + (typeCount * 30)+15) + 'px'; /* Recalculate top positions */ toastCount += window.activeToasts[typeName].count; typeCount++; } } }, duration); window.activeToasts[toastType] = { element: box, messages: {}, count: 1, timeout: newTimeout }; window.activeToasts[toastType].messages[_ToastMessage] = { message: _ToastMessage, count: 1 }; } >> <</widget>> <<widget state>> <<set _state = _args[0]>> /* Restores state to default */ <<if _state == "reset" || _state == "restore">> <<set $Body.state = ["healthy"]>> <<SexSkillReset>> <<else>> /* Loops through to-be added states and adds 1 at a time */ <<for _state range _args>> /* Remove opposites of new state */ <<if _state == "sick">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "healthy")>> <</if>> <<if _state == "healthy">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => ["sick", "illness"].indexOf(word)==-1)>> <</if>> /* Stack states if duplicate */ <<if _state == "tired">> <<if $Body.state.includes("tired")>> <<set _state = "exhausted">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "tired")>> <</if>> /* Do nothing if already exhausted */ <<if $Body.state.includes("exhausted")>> <<set _state = ''>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _state == "sick">> <<if $Body.state.includes("sick")>> <<set _state = "illness">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "sick")>> <</if>> /* Do nothing if already illness */ <<if $Body.state.includes("illness")>> <<set _state = ''>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if _state == "aroused">> <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused")>> <<set _state = "horny">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => word !== "aroused")>> <<elseif $Body.state.includes("horny")>> <<set _state = "oversexed">> <<set $Body.state = $Body.state.filter(word => ["horny", "aroused"].indexOf(word)==-1)>> <</if>> /* Do nothing if already oversexed */ <<if $Body.state.includes("oversexed")>> <<set _state = ''>> <</if>> <</if>> /* Add new state to arr if it is valid (not blank)*/ <<if _state != ''>> <<run $Body.state.pushUnique(_state)>> <</if>> <</for>> <<changeState>> <</if>> /* AddIcons for State */ <<stateIcons>> <</widget>> <<widget improveState>> <<set _newStates = []>> <<for _state range $Body.state>> <<capture _newStates>> <<if _state == "exhausted">> <<set _newStates.push("tired")>> <</if>> <<if _state == "oversexed">> <<set _newStates.push("horny")>> <</if>> <<if _state == "horny">> <<set _newStates.push("aroused")>> <</if>> <<if _state == "illness">> <<set _newStates.push("sick")>> <</if>> /* Add new if block for each new state that stacks*/ <</capture>> <</for>> <<set $Body.state = _newStates>> <<changeState>> <<stateIcons>> <</widget>> <<widget stateRemove>> <<set _removeState = _args[0]>> <<set _stateIndex = $Body.state.indexOf(_removeState)>> <<if _stateIndex > -1 >> <<set $Body.state.splice(_stateIndex,1)>> <</if>> <<changeState>> <<stateIcons>> <</widget>> <<widget stateIcons>> <<run let old = document.getElementById('sidebar-state-icons'); if(old) { old.remove(); } const states = SugarCube.State.variables.Body.state; /* shallow copy states, because we dont want to mondify its contents */ const variables = states.length > 1 ? states.filter((status) => status != 'healthy') : states.filter(s=>s!=''); const iconDiv = document.createElement('div'); iconDiv.id = "sidebar-state-icons"; variables.forEach((variable) => { const imgDiv = document.createElement('div'); imgDiv.innerHTML = `<div class="sidebar-state-icons"> <img title=${variable} alt=${variable+ " emote"} class="sidebar-icon" src=${'./img/icons/states/'+variable+".png"} /> </div>`; iconDiv.appendChild(imgDiv); }); document.getElementById('ui-bar-body').prepend(iconDiv); >> <</widget>> <<widget changeState>> /* Reset temps */ <<for _trait range $Stats.Traits>> <<set _trait.temp = 0>> <</for>> <<for _skill range $Stats.Skills>> <<set _skill.temp = 0>> <</for>> <<SexSkillReset>> /* Loop through current State values and apply them to temps. */ <<for _state range $Body.state>> <<switch _state>> <<case sick>> <<for _trait range $Stats.Traits>> <<set _trait.temp -->> <</for>> <<for _skill range $Stats.Skills>> <<set _skill.temp -->> <</for>> <<StateSexSkillModifier -1>> <<case illness>> <<for _trait range $Stats.Traits>> <<set _trait.temp -= 2>> <</for>> <<for _skill range $Stats.Skills>> <<set _skill.temp -= 2>> <</for>> /* Debuff skills twice */ <<StateSexSkillModifier -1>> <<StateSexSkillModifier -1>> <<case tired>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if _trait == "Suggestible">> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp ++>> <<elseif ["Stable", "Excitable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -->> <<else>> /* no change */ <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if ["Discipline", "Social"].includes(_skill)>> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -->> <</if>> <</for>> <<StateSexSkillModifier -1>> <<case exhausted>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if _trait == "Suggestible">> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp += 2>> <<elseif ["Stable", "Excitable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -= 2>> <<else>> /* no change */ <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if ["Discipline", "Social"].includes(_skill)>> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -= 2>> <</if>> <</for>> <<StateSexSkillModifier -1>> <<case aroused>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if ["Sophisticated", "Stable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -->> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp ++>> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if ["Social", "Wiles"].includes(_skill)>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp ++>> <<elseif ["Athletics", "Coordination", "Discipline", "Performance"].includes(_skill)>> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -->> <</if>> <</for>> <<case horny>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if ["Sophisticated", "Stable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -= 2>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp += 2>> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if ["Social", "Wiles"].includes(_skill)>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp += 2>> <<elseif ["Athletics", "Coordination", "Discipline", "Performance"].includes(_skill)>> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -= 2>> <</if>> <</for>> <<case oversexed>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if ["Sophisticated", "Stable"].includes(_trait)>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -= 3>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp += 3>> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if ["Social", "Wiles"].includes(_skill)>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp += 3>> <<elseif ["Athletics", "Coordination", "Discipline", "Performance"].includes(_skill)>> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -= 3>> <</if>> <</for>> <<case hungover>> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <<if _trait == "Sophisticated">> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp ++>> <<elseif _trait == "Attractiveness">> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits[_trait].temp -->> <</if>> <</for>> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <<if _skill == "Discipline">> /* no change */ <<else>> <<set $Stats.Skills[_skill].temp -->> <</if>> <</for>> <<StateSexSkillModifier -1>> <</switch>> <</for>> <</widget>> <<widget shoppingMall>> <<set _placement = _args[0]>> <<set _allClothes = Object.keys(setup.Outfits).filter(item => item !== $CC.hometown)>> <<set _bought = []>> <<set _initCloset = Object.assign([], $Closet)>> <div id="shoppingMall"> <<shoppingMallInner _placement>> </div> <</widget>> <<widget shoppingMallInner>> <<set _placement = _args[0]>> <<for _idx, _fit range _allClothes>> <<set _isCustom = ["sleepwear", "default", "prostitution", "goingOut"].includes(_fit)>> <<if _placement && _placement.startsWith("dossier") ? _initCloset.includes(_fit) : !_initCloset.includes(_fit) && !_isCustom>> <<capture _idx, _fit>> <<set _customStyle = _isCustom ? "isCustomFit" : "">> <div class="mallBox"> <div @id="_idx" @class="'mallItem ' + _customStyle"> <img class="mallSlot" src="img/doll/body/doll_wardrobe_base.png"> <<fullOutfit _fit>> <span class="paper-scrap mallItemTooltip"> <<if ['NY', 'NO', 'LA', 'WA', 'AL'].includes(_fit)>> <<= dataUtils.getAccessoryName(_fit)>> <<else>> _fit <</if>> </span> </div> <<if _bought.includes(_fit)>> /* This button should be unclickable, also doesnt matter */ <<done>><<addclass `"#" + _idx` mallItemBought>><</done>> <<button "BOUGHT">> <</button>> <<else>> <<if _placement && _placement.startsWith("dossier")>> <<button "PUT ON">> <<outfit _allClothes[_idx] tryon>> <<if _placement == "dossier">> <<replace ".dossierPage #shoppingMall">> <<shoppingMallInner dossier>> <</replace>> <</if>> <</button>> <<else>> <<button "BUY IT">> <<run _bought.push(_fit)>> <<run $Closet.pushUnique(_fit)>> /* Remove clothings from lostClothing as bought back */ <<if $lostClothing && $lostClothing.length gt 0>> <<run _clothingPieces = Object.values(setup.Outfits[_fit])>> <<set $lostClothing = $lostClothing.filter(item => !_clothingPieces.includes(item))>> <</if>> <<set _buypower -= 2>> <<replace #shoppingMall>> <<shoppingMallInner>> <</replace>> <</button>> <</if>> <</if>> </div> <</capture>> <</if>> <</for>> /* Lets Claire try-on the outfit on click. */ <<run $(document).on("click", "div.mallItem", function (event) { const myId = event.target.id; $.wiki(`<<outfit ${_allClothes[myId]} tryon>>`); event.preventDefault(); }); >> /* TODO: Make this dynamic for future cases of usage ( 0 into a maxBuyPower var, etc etc) */ /* This section reloads the whole intial passage once buypower is out */ <<done>> <<if _buypower lte 0>> <<replace #mallStore>> <<include "M000 - Mall_Shopping">> <</replace>> <</if>> <</done>> <</widget>> /* Usage */ /* Display speech bubble with both Name and headshot: <<speech "FFriend.png" $CC.FName>> Hi Claire! <</speech>> Display Speech Bubble with just Image: <<speech "MFriend.png">> Hi Claire! <</speech>> Display Speech bubble with just a Name: <<speech $CC.friend1>> Hi Claire! <</speech>> Display Player Speech Bubble <<speechPC>> Hi $CC.FName <</speech>> */ <<widget speech container>> <<set _imgFormats = [".png", ".jpg", ".jpeg", ".gif"]>> <<set _isImg = _args[0] && _imgFormats.some(substring => _args[0].includes(substring))>> <<set _headshot = _isImg ? _args[0] : false>> <<set _name = _headshot ? _args[1] : _args[0]>> <div class="chatBubble"> <<if _headshot>> <<headshot _headshot>> <</if>> <div class="speechContent"> <<if _name>> <div class="speakerName">_name:</div> <</if>> <div class="speechText"> _contents </div> </div> </div> <br/> <</widget>> <<widget speechPC container>> <div class="chatBubble playerSpeech"> <div class="speechContent"> <div class="speechText"> _contents </div> </div> </div> <br/> <</widget>> <<widget headshot>> <<set _imgPath = _args[0].indexOf(".jpg") >=0 ? "img/headshots/pixels/" : "img/headshots/" >> <<set $imgSrc = _imgPath+_args[0]>> <img class="headshot" @src="$imgSrc"> <</widget>> <<widget EROSCornerStamp>> <div class="stamped"> <div style="--rotation: 1.15deg; z-index: 1;"> <img src="img/EROS_stamp.png"> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget SexSkill>> <<set _skillCategories = []>> <<set _tempXp = _args[_args.length-1]>> <<for _skillType range _args>> <<capture _skillType>> <<if typeof _skillType == 'string'>> <<run _skillCategories.push(_skillType)>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <<for _skillCategory range _skillCategories>> <<HandleSexSkill _skillCategory _tempXp>> <</for>> <</widget>> <<widget HandleSexSkill>> <<set _skillCategory = _args[0]>> <<set _xpToAdd = _args[1]> 0 ? _args[1] : 1>> <<set _skillOptions = setup.sexSkills[_skillCategory]>> /*<<run console.log("Skill up for '" + _skillCategory + "' Adding " + _xpToAdd + " Experience" )>>*/ <<set $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].experience+=_xpToAdd>> /* Default our skill level and Exp requirements */ <<set _currLvl = 0>> <<set _expNeeded = 30>> /* Find if we have a level in this category. */ <<if $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].level > 0>> <<set _currLvl = $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].level>> <<set _currSkill = _skillOptions[_currLvl]>> <<set _expNeeded = _currLvl*50>> /*Hacky way of generating XP requirements. Level 3 is hardcoded out */ <</if>> /* Check if we have the max skill already, if not; add level 1 ! */ <<set _maxLvl = _skillCategory == 'flexibility' ? 2 : 3>> <<set _maxSkill = $Stats.SexSkills.find((skill) => skill == _skillOptions[_maxLvl])>> /*Helpful for debugging */ /*<<run console.log(`currLvl: ${_currLvl}, currXp:${$Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].experience}, expNeeded:${_expNeeded}`)>>*/ <<if !_maxSkill>> <<if $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].experience >= _expNeeded>> <<set _currLvl++>> <<set $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].level = _currLvl>> <<set _levelUpMessage = _skillCategory.splice(0,1,_skillCategory[0].toUpperCase()) + " Skill Level Up!">> <<NotificationPopup _levelUpMessage>> /*Prevent Duplicates */ <<if $Stats.SexSkills.findIndex(existingSkill=> existingSkill === _skillOptions[_currLvl]) == -1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push(_skillOptions[_currLvl])>> <</if>> <<set $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_skillCategory].experience -= _expNeeded>> <<set _expNeeded = _currLvl*50>> <</if>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget retroAddSkillLvl>> <<set _skillToAdd = _args[0]>> <<set _skillSet = false>> <<set _tempSexSkillsList = setup.sexSkills>> <<for _category, _categoryObj range setup.sexSkills>> /*Loop over each skill in the Skills Object */ <<capture _category, _categoryObj, $Stats.SexSkills, $Stats.SexSkillLvls, setup.sexSkills, _categorySkillValues, _skillSet>> <<set _categorySkillValues = Object.values(_categoryObj);>> <<for _index, _skillString range _categorySkillValues >> <<capture _index, _skillString >> <<if _skillString == _skillToAdd>> /*<<run console.log("Found Skill Category:", _category)>>*/ /* Index starts at zero */ <<set $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_category] = { level: (parseInt(_index) +1), experience: 0, }>> /*<<run console.log("Setting Skill Level to:", $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_category])>>*/ <<set $Stats.SexSkills.push(_skillToAdd)>> <<set _skillSet = true>> <<break>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <<if _skillSet>> <<break>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</widget>> <<widget SexSkillLvlReset>> <<set $Stats.SexSkills = []>> <<for _name, _skillCategory range $Stats.SexSkillLvls>> <<capture _name, _skillCategory, $Stats.SexSkillLvls>> <<set _skillCategory = {level: 0, experience:0 }>> <<set $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_name] = _skillCategory>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</widget>> <<widget StateSexSkillModifier>> <<set _debuff = _args[0] == -1 >> <<set _skillsToModify = ["anal", "oral", "handjob", "orgasm", "intercourse"]>> <<if _debuff>> /*Loop through all the Modifible Skill Categories and remove 1 skill each if applicable */ <<for _name range _skillsToModify>> <<capture _name, _skillCategory, $Stats.SexSkillLvls, _skillOptions>> <<set _skillCategory = $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_name]>> <<set _skillOptions = setup.sexSkills[_name]>> <<for _i to 3; _i gt 0; _i-->> <<capture _i, _skillIndex>> <<set _skillIndex = $Stats.SexSkills.findIndex(existingSkill=> existingSkill === _skillOptions[_i])>> <<if _skillIndex > -1>> <<set $Stats.SexSkills.splice(_skillIndex, 1)>> <<break>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</capture>> <</for>> <<else>> /* Else Buff all Modifible Skill Categories by 1 level*/ <<for _name range _skillsToModify>> <<capture _name, _skillCategory, $Stats.SexSkillLvls, _skillOptions>> <<set _skillCategory = $Stats.SexSkillLvls[_name]>> <<set _skillOptions = setup.sexSkills[_name]>> <<for _i to 1; _i lt 4; _i++>> <<capture _i, _skillIndex>> <<set _skillIndex = $Stats.SexSkills.findIndex(existingSkill=> existingSkill === _skillOptions[_i])>> <<if _skillIndex == -1 && _skillOptions[_i]>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push(_skillOptions[_i])>> <<break>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</if>> /* Updates the sex Skills list on the Cheats menu only */ /* <<replace "#sexSkills">> <<include "sexSkillDisplay" true>> <</replace>> */ <</widget>> <<widget SexSkillReset>> /*<<run console.log("Removing all Skills: "+ $Stats.SexSkills)>>*/ <<set $Stats.SexSkills = []>> <<for _name, _skillCategory range $Stats.SexSkillLvls>> <<capture _name, _skillCategory, $Stats.SexSkillLvls, _skillOptions>> <<if _skillCategory.level > 0>> <<set _skillOptions = setup.sexSkills[_name]>> <<for _i to 1; _i lt 4; _i++>> <<capture _i>> <<if _skillCategory.level >= _i>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.findIndex(existingSkill=> existingSkill === _skillOptions[_i]) == -1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.push(_skillOptions[_i])>> /*<<run console.log(`Adding ${_skillOptions[_i]} to skills`)>>*/ <</if>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> /* Updates the sex Skills list on the Cheats menu only */ /* <<replace "#sexSkills">> <<include "sexSkillDisplay" true>> <</replace>> */ <</widget>> <<widget DisplaySexSkillLevels>> <<set _enableCheats = _args[0]>> <<set _skillNames = Object.keys(State.variables.Stats.SexSkillLvls)>> <div id="SexSkillLevels" style="margin-left:20px;"> <<include "sexSkillDisplay">> <h3> __Skill Levels__ </h3> <<if _enableCheats>> <<button "Add 10 XP to 3 Random skills">> <<SexSkill _skillNames.random() _skillNames.random() _skillNames.random() 10>> <<replace #SexSkillLevels>> <<DisplaySexSkillLevels true>> <</replace>> <</button>> <br/> <<button "Reset all sex skills">> <<SexSkillLvlReset>> <<replace #SexSkillLevels>> <<DisplaySexSkillLevels true>> <</replace>> <</button>> <</if>> <<for _skillCategory, _skillObj range $Stats.SexSkillLvls>> <<capture _skillCategory, _skillObj, _tempy>> <div @id="_skillCategory" class="SkillCard"> <<include "sexSkillLvlsDisplay">> </div> <br/> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <</widget>> <<widget abortion>> <<set $Body.pregnant = false>> <<set $ACTI.oops = false>> <<set $Body.dayImpregnated = 0>> <</widget>> <<widget pregCheck>> <<set _name = _args[0]>> <<set _gender = _args[1]>> <<set _title = _args[2] ? _args[2] : _name>> <<set _caption = _args[3] ? _args[3] : _title>> <<if random(1, 100) lte $Body.fertility>> <<set _pregSuccess = true>> <<set $Body.pregnant = true>> <<set $Body.dayImpregnated = $HomeBase.days>> <<set $Body.pregnantBy.push({ name: _name, gender: _gender, title: _title, caption: _caption, dayImpregnated: $Body.dayImpregnated})>> <<set $ACTI.oops = true>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget skinColorSelector>> <<set _skinOptions = {"White" : "white", "Golden" : "golden", "Black" : "black", "Fair" : "fair", "Olive" : "olive"}>> <div class="selector-group"> <label><b>Skin Color: </b> <<listbox "$Body.skin" autoselect>> <<optionsfrom _skinOptions>> <</listbox>> </label> <<include "ethnicitySelector" true>> </div> <</widget>> <<widget ovulationCheck>> /* ovulation check here against cycle? If its one of the three days prior to ovulation (highest risk), Claire starts the day <<aroused>> */ <<if $Body.daysUntilOvulation <= 3 >> <<state aroused>> <</if>> <</widget>> <<widget cycleTracker>> /* Cycle tracking. Claire should know where she is in her cycle. I think it'd be great to have a ref in this dossier page for what she thinks it is. For example, if she's on birth control it would just always say 'Safe'. If she's not on BC, then it would be dependent on her cycle and her Discipline trait. Meaning if she's highly disciplined, it would be preeeetty fucking accurate but as the Discipline is lower, it's more variable. This could read like: Highly Fertile, Fertile, Probably Safe depending on where she is in her cycle and then accounting for Discipline. Figure like, Discipline 10 would be fully accurate, 0 would have an inaccuracy variance of 10ish days? I dunno, something like that. */ <div class="cycle-tracker"> <<if $Body.fertile >> I've been tracking my ovulation cycle to know how fertile I am. <<else>> I've been pretty __Disciplined__ in taking my birthcontrol so... <</if>> <br> <label> <b>Today I should be: </b><<checkFertility>> </label> </div> <</widget>> <<widget checkFertility>> <<set _fertilityLevels = ['Safe', 'Probably Safe', 'Fertile', 'Highly Fertile'] >> <<if $Body.cycleTracker <= $Body.ovulation >> /*Refresh the daysUntilOvulation count just in case, using same calculation from Home base */ <<set $Body.daysUntilOvulation = $Body.ovulation - $Body.cycleTracker>> <<else>> <<set $Body.daysUntilOvulation = ( 28 - $Body.cycleTracker ) + $Body.ovulation>> <</if>> <<if !$Body.fertile>> /* If On Birth Control */ <<set _realFertilityLevel = 0>> <<set _consideredFertilityLevel = 0>> <<else>> /* Not On Birth Control */ <<set _realFertilityLevel = $Body.daysUntilOvulation <= 4 ? 3 : $Body.daysUntilOvulation <= 10 ? 2 : 1>> <<if $Stats.Skills.Discipline.value >= 10>> /* Discipline is good Claire is never wrong */ <<set _consideredFertilityLevel = _realFertilityLevel>> <<else>> /* Discipline is Bad Claire is varying levels of wrong */ <<set _variance = (10 - $Stats.Skills.Discipline.value)>> <<if _variance > 10>> /*Clamp Variance to a max of 10 to account for negative Discipline */ <<set _variance = 10>> <</if>> <<set _offByXDays = random(0, _variance)>> <<set _clairesCount = random(0,10) > 5 ? $Body.daysUntilOvulation + _offByXDays : $Body.daysUntilOvulation - _offByXDays>> <<if _clairesCount > 28 >> /* Clamp Claire's Incorrect Count to realistic numbers */ <<set _clairesCount = 28 - _clairesCount>> <</if>> <<if _clairesCount < 0 >> <<set _clairesCount = 0>> <</if>> <<set _consideredFertilityLevel = _clairesCount <= 4 ? 3 : _clairesCount <= 10 ? 2 : 1>> <</if>> <</if>> <<hovertext "Accuracy varies based on Discipline stat">> __<<print _fertilityLevels[_consideredFertilityLevel]>>__ <</hovertext>> <</widget>> /* TODO @Fict Is this needed anymore? I think its safe to delete */ /* Fict: Low-priority tech debt but yes it's still needed! I despise the existence of `W - FinalFormDoll`. Doll code should all be coming from the single source of truth! */ /* TODO: (Fict) Refactor this Quiz to use the normal Doll callout to save future headaches on updates */ <<widget finalFormQuizRefactor >> <<set _list = _args[0] >> <<set _maxSelections = $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value >> <<set _onComplete = _args[3] >> /* Randomize breast Size to show the doll */ <<set $Body.tits = either("small", "medium", "large", "extralarge","huge") >> <<set _tempShowDoll = true >> <<Doll body finalForm>> <<set _tempShowDoll = false >> <</widget>> /* RPG finalFormQuiz (No Doll) */ <<widget RPGfinalFormQuiz container>> <<set _list = _args[0] >> /* Players already chose their chest size so randomized sizes and chest size selection are not required */ /* <<include "W - ChestSelection">> /* let players change their breast size if they choose Fantastic tis */ <div class="quizNoDoll"> <span id="finalFormText"> _contents </span> <div class="quiz-group onecolumn"> <div class="quiz-group-inputs"> <<for _index, _item range _list>> <<capture $Stats.BodyTraits, _maxSelections, _myId, _disabled>> <<set _choiceId = "checkboxQuizChoice-" + _index>> <<set _myId = "checkboxChoice-" + _index>> <<set _disabled = $Stats.BodyTraits.indexOf(_item)>=0 ? 'disabled' : ''>> <div @id="_choiceId" @class="'quiz-choice ' + _disabled"> <label title class="checkbox" @id="_myId"> <input type="checkbox"/> <span> _item </span> </label> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> </div> </div> <<script>> $(document).ready(function (ev) { const list = State.temporary.list; const selected = State.variables.Stats.BodyTraits; const maxCount = State.variables.Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value; if(maxCount >1){ let textVar = "Top "+maxCount+" traits putting me in the spotlight:"; document.getElementById(`finalFormText`).textContent=textVar; } const traitMap = new Map([ ["Fantastic Tits", "tits"], ["Amazing Ass", "ass"], ["Striking Eyes", "eyes"], ["Perfect Smile", "smile"], ["Actor-level Bone Structure", "face"], ["Modelesque Legs", "legs"], ["An Ineffable Charm", "charm"], ["Smoky Voice", "voice"], ["Easy, Unwavering Fitness", "fit"] ]); for(let i=0; i<list.length;i++){ var hoverlist= ["Fantastic Tits","Modelesque Legs", "Actor-level Bone Structure"]; var beingHovered = []; jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("click", function(e){ let traitName = traitMap.get(list[i]); if(beingHovered.indexOf(traitName) >= -1 ){ if (selected.indexOf(traitName) == -1){ selected.push(traitName); } beingHovered = []; jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxQuizChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); if(list[i]=="Fantastic Tits"){ setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<run Doll.refresh()>>`), 330); } setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<run Doll.refresh()>>`), 330); if(selected.length >= maxCount){ for(let i=0; i<list.length;i++){ jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxQuizChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); } } } })); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("mouseover", function(e){ if(selected.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])) == -1 ){ beingHovered.push(traitMap.get(list[i])); selected.push(traitMap.get(list[i])); if(hoverlist.indexOf(list[i]) >=0){ setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<run Doll.refresh()>>`)); } } })); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("mouseout", function(e){ if(beingHovered.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])) >=0 ){ var idx =selected.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])); selected.splice(idx, 1); beingHovered=[]; setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<run Doll.refresh()>>`)); } })); } }); <</script>> <</widget>> /* Normal Final From Quiz (Doll Included) */ <<widget finalFormQuiz container>> <<set _list = _args[0] >> /* Randomize breast Size to show the doll */ <<set $Body.tits = either("small", "medium", "large", "extralarge", "huge") >> <<include "W - FinalFormDoll">> /* show the doll */ <<include "W - ChestSelection">> /* let players change their breast size if they choose Fantastic tis */ <div class="quizwDoll"> <span id="finalFormText"> _contents </span> <div class="quiz-group columns"> <div class="quiz-group-inputs"> <<for _index, _item range _list>> <<capture $Stats.BodyTraits, _maxSelections, _myId, _disabled>> <<set _choiceId = "checkboxQuizChoice-" + _index>> <<set _myId = "checkboxChoice-" + _index>> <<set _disabled = $Stats.BodyTraits.indexOf(_item)>=0 ? 'disabled' : ''>> <div @id="_choiceId" @class="'quiz-choice ' + _disabled"> <label title class="checkbox" @id="_myId"> <input type="checkbox"/> <span> _item </span> </label> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> </div> </div> <<script>> $(document).ready(function (ev) { const list = State.temporary.list; const selected = State.variables.Stats.BodyTraits; const maxCount = State.variables.Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value; if(maxCount >1){ let textVar = "Top "+maxCount+" traits putting me in the spotlight:"; document.getElementById(`finalFormText`).textContent=textVar; } const traitMap = new Map([ ["Fantastic Tits", "tits"], ["Amazing Ass", "ass"], ["Striking Eyes", "eyes"], ["Perfect Smile", "smile"], ["Actor-level Bone Structure", "face"], ["Modelesque Legs", "legs"], ["An Ineffable Charm", "charm"], ["Smoky Voice", "voice"], ["Easy, Unwavering Fitness", "fit"] ]); for(let i=0; i<list.length;i++){ var hoverlist= ["Fantastic Tits","Modelesque Legs", "Actor-level Bone Structure"]; var beingHovered = []; jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("click", function(e){ let traitName = traitMap.get(list[i]); if(beingHovered.indexOf(traitName) >= -1 ){ if (selected.indexOf(traitName) == -1){ selected.push(traitName); } beingHovered = []; jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxQuizChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); if(list[i]=="Fantastic Tits"){ setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<replace "#chestSelection">><<include "W - ChestSelection">><</replace>>`), 330); } setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<replace "#finalFormDoll">><<include "W - FinalFormDoll">><</replace>>`), 330); if(selected.length >= maxCount){ for(let i=0; i<list.length;i++){ jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxQuizChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); } } } })); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("mouseover", function(e){ if(selected.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])) == -1 ){ beingHovered.push(traitMap.get(list[i])); selected.push(traitMap.get(list[i])); if(hoverlist.indexOf(list[i]) >=0){ setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<replace "#finalFormDoll">><<include "W - FinalFormDoll">><</replace>>`)); } } })); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("mouseout", function(e){ if(beingHovered.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])) >=0 ){ var idx =selected.indexOf(traitMap.get(list[i])); selected.splice(idx, 1); beingHovered=[]; setTimeout(() => $.wiki(`<<replace "#finalFormDoll">><<include "W - FinalFormDoll">><</replace>>`)); } })); } }); <</script>> <</widget>> /* Usgage CheckboxQuiz <ListOptions> <{#} Max Selections> <OnSelect function> <OnComplete function>*/ <<widget checkboxQuiz container>> <<set _list = _args[0]>> <<set _maxSelections = _args[1]>> <<set _selectedValues = _args[2]>> <div class="quiz"> _contents <div class="quiz-group columns"> <div class="quiz-group-inputs"> <<for _index, _item range _list>> <<capture _selectedValues, _maxSelections, _myId, _disabled>> <<set _choiceId = "checkboxQuizChoice-" + _index>> <<set _myId = "checkboxChoice-" + _index>> <<set _disabled = _selectedValues.indexOf(_item)>=0 ? 'disabled' : ''>> <div @id="_choiceId" class="quiz-choice _disabled"> <label title class="checkbox" @id="_myId"> <input type="checkbox"/> <span> _item </span> </label> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> </div> </div> <<script>> $(document).ready(function (ev) { const list = State.temporary.list; const selected = State.temporary.selectedValues; const maxCount = State.temporary.maxSelections; const completeFunc = State.temporary.onComplete; for(let i=0; i<list.length;i++){ const choice = jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`)); document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`).addEventListener("click", function(e){ if(selected.indexOf(list[i]) == -1 ){ selected.push(list[i]); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); jQuery(document.getElementById(`checkboxQuizChoice-${i}`)).addClass("disabled"); if(selected.length == maxCount){ setTimeout(() => Scripting.evalTwineScript(completeFunc), 330); } } }); } }); <</script>> <</widget>> <<widget mixAndMatch>> <<set _dollEmptySlots = ["outfit", "hat", "glasses", "hair", "bra", "upper", "jacket", "accessory", "panties", "lower", "socks", "feet"]>> <<set _arrOfType = {}>> <div id="wardrobePage"> <div id="mixAndMatchBox"> <div id="mixAndMatchDoll"> <<Doll body mixAndMatch>> <<set _doll["mixAndMatch"] = $doll>> </div> <div id="mixAndMatchSelectors"> <<include mixAndMatchSelectors>> </div> <div id="mixAndMatchButtons"> <div class="mixAndMatchBtns"> <h4 class="mixAndMatchBtnTitle">Save outfit to:</h4> <<for _customLook range Object.keys($OutfitSaves)>> <<capture _customLook>> <<button _customLook>> <<set $OutfitSaves[_customLook] = _doll["mixAndMatch"]>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <div class="mixAndMatchBtns"> <h4 class="mixAndMatchBtnTitle">Put on outfit:</h4> <<for _customLook range Object.keys($OutfitSaves)>> <<capture _customLook>> <<button _customLook>> <<set _doll["mixAndMatch"] = $OutfitSaves[_customLook]>> <<set _currFit = _customLook>> <<replace #mixAndMatchSelectors>> <<include mixAndMatchSelectors>> <</replace>> <<run Doll.refresh('mixAndMatch', 'body')>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> </div> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget earPiercings>> <<set _ears = ["Left", "Right"]>> <div id="earBox"> <u>Ear piercings</u> <br><br> <div id="ears"> <<include ears>> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget tattoos>> /* Fullbody Tatto Reference: Ankle, Wrist, Mound, Sleeve, Thigh, Foot, "Nape", "Arm", "LowerBack" */ /* Closeup Tattos Reference: tat_ankle, tat_wrist, tat_mound, tat_arm, tat_thigh, tat_foot, tat_nape, (no Upper arm), tat_lowerback */ /* TODO: (Fict) Update the CSS clases here to be specific */ <<set _posArr = ["Neck", "Arm", "Hand", "Thigh", "Butt", "Foot", "Pussy"]>> <<if ndef $Body.tattooStyle['Neck']>> <<for _item range _posArr>> <<run $Body.tattooStyle[_item] = "">> <</for>> <</if>> /* Have 8 closeup tattoos... 7 positions. */ <div class="ear-piercings"> <u>Tattoos</u> <br> <br> <div id="tattooBox" class="row"> <<include tattoos>> </div> </div> <div id="tattoo-choices"> <<include tattooFollowUpText>> </div> <</widget>> <<widget updateDollPath>> <<set $dollPath = SugarCube.settings.artHD ? "img/dollHD/" : "img/doll/">> <</widget>> <<widget statSheet>> /* TODO: Add optional - and + around the value if the player has stat points available */ <div id="statSheet"> <div class="statTitle"> Skills </div> <div class="statTitle"> Traits </div> <div class="statCol"> <<for _skill range Object.keys($Stats.Skills)>> <div class="statDiv"> <div> _skill </div> <div> <<= $Stats.Skills[_skill].value>> </div> </div> <</for>> </div> <div class="statCol"> <<for _trait range Object.keys($Stats.Traits)>> <div class="statDiv"> <div> _trait </div> <div> <<= $Stats.Traits[_trait].value>> </div> </div> <</for>> </div> </div> <</widget>> <<widget layeredImage>> <<set _imgBasePath = "img/passage/"+_args[0]>> <<set _isFlat = ($Body.tits == "small") ? 'flat_' : '' >> <<set _onErr = "this.onerror=null;this.src='img/dollHD/BLANK_PLACEHOLDER.png'" >> <div @id="_args[0]" class="img framed"> <img @src="_imgBasePath + '/base.png'"> <img @class="'closeup skin'" @src="_imgBasePath + '/body_' + _isFlat + $Body.skin.toLowerCase() + '.png'"> <img @class="'doll eye' + $Body.eyes" @src="_imgBasePath + '/eyes.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="_imgBasePath + '/hair_' + $Body.style + '.png'" @onerror="_onErr"> </div> <</widget>> /* -------------------------- */ /* Do NOT add new widgets below this line */ /* -------------------------- */
<<for _index, _ear range _ears>> <<capture _ear>> <<set _earSrc = $Body.piercingStyle[_ear.toLowerCase() + 'ear'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/earpiercing_' + $Body.piercingStyle[_ear.toLowerCase() + 'ear'] + '.png') : ''>> <<set _cartilageSrc = $Body.piercingStyle[_ear.toLowerCase() + 'cartilage'] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/earpiercing_' + $Body.piercingStyle[_ear.toLowerCase() + 'cartilage'] + '.png') : ''>> <div @id="_ear + 'Ear'" class="earItem"> <div class="earPic"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/ear.png'"> <img @class="'closeup hair' + $Body.hair.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/earhair_' + $Body.style + '.png'"> <img @id="_ear + '-ear'" class="closeup" @src="_earSrc"> <img @id="_ear + '-cartilage'" class="closeup" @src="_cartilageSrc"> </div> <label> _ear Ear <br> <<set _earPiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['" + _ear.toLowerCase() + "ear']">> <span id="earListbox"> <<listbox _earPiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Single Hoop" "single">> <<option "Double Rings" "double">> <<option "Triple Studs" "triple">> <</listbox>> </span> </label> <label> _ear Cartilage <br> <<set _cartilagePiercing = "$Body.piercingStyle['" + _ear.toLowerCase() + "cartilage']">> <<listbox _cartilagePiercing autoselect>> <<option "None" "">> <<option "Industrial" "industrial">> <<option "Helix" "helix">> <<option "Tragus" "tragus">> <<option "Orbital Conch" "orbital">> <</listbox>> </label> </div> <</capture>> <</for>> <<run function bindOnChangeEvents() { $(document).ready(function (ev) { $("#listbox-bodypiercingstyleleftear").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#ears">><<include "ears">><</replace>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstyleleftcartilage").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#ears">><<include "ears">><</replace>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstylerightear").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#ears">><<include "ears">><</replace>>`); }); $("#listbox-bodypiercingstylerightcartilage").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#ears">><<include "ears">><</replace>>`); }); }); }; bindOnChangeEvents(); >>
<<for _index, _pos range _posArr>> <<set _tatNames = []>> <<capture _pos>> <<switch _pos>> <<case Butt>> <<run _tattooOpts.includes("LowerBack") ? _tatNames.push("LowerBack") : "">> <<case Neck>> <<run _tatNames.push("Nape")>> <<case Arm>> <<run _tattooOpts.includes("Sleeve") ? _tatNames.push("Sleeve") : "">> <<case Thigh>> <<run _tatNames.push("Thigh")>> <<case Pussy>> <<run _tattooOpts.includes("Mound") ? _tatNames.push("Mound") : "">> <<case Hand>> <<run _tatNames.push("Wrist")>> <<case Foot>> <<run _tatNames.push("Ankle")>> <<run _tatNames.push("Foot")>> <</switch>> <<if _tatNames.length > 0>> <<set _tatSrc = $Body.tattooStyle[_pos] ? ($dollPath + 'closeup/tattoo_' + $Body.tattooStyle[_pos].toLowerCase() + '.png') : "">> <div @class="'tattoo-' + _pos" style="display: inline-block; width:128px;"> /* Doll Display */ <div style="position: relative; width:128px; height:128px"> <img @class="'closeup skin' + $Body.skin.toLowerCase()" @src="$dollPath + 'closeup/' + _pos.toLowerCase() + '.png'"> <img @id="_pos.toLowerCase() + '-tattoo'" class="closeup" @src="_tatSrc"> </div> /* Dropdown below Doll */ <label> _pos <br> <<set _tatOpts = { None: "" }>> <<for _tatName range _tatNames>> <<run _tatOpts[_tatName] = _tatName>> <</for>> <<set _stringTat = "$Body.tattooStyle['" + _pos + "']">> <<listbox _stringTat autoselect>> <<optionsfrom _tatOpts>> <</listbox>> </label> </div> <<run function bindOnChangeEvents(pos) { $(document).ready(function (ev) { pos = pos.toLowerCase(); let tatID = "#listbox-bodytattoostyle" + pos; $(tatID).on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(` <<replace "#tattooBox">><<include "tattoos">><</replace>> <<replace "#tattoo-choices">><<include "tattooFollowUpText">><</replace>> <<run Doll.refresh()>> `); }); }); }; bindOnChangeEvents(_pos); >> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>>
<<set _tattArr = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <<if _tattArr.includesAny("Nape", "Wrist", "Ankle", "Arm", "Thigh", "Foot", "Mound", "LowerBack", "Sleeve")>> My ink? I had <<if _tattArr.includes("Sleeve")>>an awesome sleeve;<</if>> <<if _tattArr.includes("LowerBack")>>a 'tramp stamp';<</if>> <<if _tattArr.includes("Mound")>>an exciting surprise to guys who got in my pants;<</if>> <<if _tattArr.includes("Arm")>>a quote on my bicep;<</if>> <<if _tattArr.includes("Thigh")>>a beautiful design on my thigh;<</if>> <<if _tattArr.includes("Foot")>>stars on my foot;<</if>> <<if _tattArr.includes("Ankle")>>a little butterfly on my ankle;<</if>> <<if _tattArr.includes("Wrist")>>a dandelion on my inner wrist;<</if>> <<if _tattArr.includes("Nape")>>and dragonflies on the back of my neck.<</if>> <br><br><br> <</if>>
<<for _type range _dollEmptySlots>> <<capture _type>> <div class="mixAndMatchSliderTitle"> <<print _type.toUpperFirst()>> </div> <<include mixAndMatchSlider>> <</capture>> <</for>>
<div @id='_type + "Slider"' class="mixAndMatchSlider"> <<button "<">> <<set _clickForward = false>> <<include mixAndMatchClick>> <</button>> <div @id='_type + "Text"' class="mixAndMatchText"> <<switch _type>> <<case outfit>> <<print _currFit ? _currFit : $currentOutfit>> <<default>> <<print _doll["mixAndMatch"][_type] ? _doll["mixAndMatch"][_type] : "">> <</switch>> </div> <<button ">">> <<set _clickForward = true>> <<include mixAndMatchClick>> <</button>> </div>
<<if ndef _allClothesMixAndMatch>> /* Hack to see all options in mixAndMatch */ /* <<set _allClothesMixAndMatch = Object.keys(setup.Outfits)>> */ <<set _allClothesMixAndMatch = $Closet>> <</if>> <<set _outfitToCompare = _currFit || $currentOutfit>> /* Set the index based on where our current fit is in the array. */ <<if _type === "outfit">> <<set _currFitIdx = _allClothesMixAndMatch.indexOf(_outfitToCompare)>> <<else>> <<if ndef _arrOfType[_type]>> <<set _arrOfType[_type] = [...new Set(_allClothesMixAndMatch.map(item => setup.Outfits[item][_type]))] || []>> <</if>> <<set _currFitIdx = _arrOfType[_type].indexOf(_doll["mixAndMatch"][_type])>> /* Hacks that must remain until we figure out a better way to handle Braless and Panties overall */ <<if _type == "bra" || _type == "panties">> <<if _doll["mixAndMatch"][_type] == "bra" || ["bikini", "thong"].includes(_doll["mixAndMatch"][_type])>> <<set _currFitIdx = 0>> <<elseif _currFitIdx == -1>> <<set _currFitIdx = 1>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> /* Move to the next item, forwards or backwards */ /* Filter here so we can't see the hometown Accessory sets while scrolling through outfits */ <<set _targetArr = _type === "outfit" ? _allClothesMixAndMatch.filter(item => !['AL', 'NO', 'NY', 'LA', 'WA'].includes(item)) : _arrOfType[_type]>> <<if _clickForward>> <<set _currFitIdx ++>> <<set _currFitIdx %= _targetArr.length>> <<else>> <<set _currFitIdx -->> <<if _currFitIdx < 0>> <<set _currFitIdx = _targetArr.length - 1 >> <</if>> <</if>> /* Set our doll to the intended fit, could be a custom fit as well. */ <<if _type === "outfit">> <<set _targetFit = _allClothesMixAndMatch[_currFitIdx]>> <<if ["sleepwear", "default", "prostitution", "goingOut"].includes(_targetFit) && Object.keys($OutfitSaves[_targetFit]).length > 0>> <<set _doll['mixAndMatch'] = Object.assign({}, $OutfitSaves[_targetFit])>> <<else>> <<set _doll['mixAndMatch'] = Object.assign({}, setup.Outfits[_targetFit])>> <<pantyAndBraCheck mixAndMatch>> <</if>> <<set _currFit = _targetFit>> <<else>> <<if _type === "hair">> <<set _doll['mixAndMatch']['hairback'] = "">> <<if ["hair_front_ahridefault", "hair_front_ahrielderwood", "hair_front_ahriacademy"].includes(_arrOfType[_type][_currFitIdx])>> <<set _doll['mixAndMatch']['hairback'] = "back_" + _arrOfType[_type][_currFitIdx].slice(11)>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set _doll['mixAndMatch'][_type] = _arrOfType[_type][_currFitIdx]>> <<if _type == "bra" || _type == "panties">> <<pantyAndBraCheck mixAndMatch>> <</if>> <</if>> /* Reload all the sliders and Doll to reflect the new changes! */ <<replace #mixAndMatchSelectors>> <<include mixAndMatchSelectors>> <</replace>> <<run Doll.refresh('mixAndMatch', 'body')>>
<div class="finalFormBreasts" id='chestSelection'> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> When all was said and done, I had developed quite a pair, if I did say so myself. I was incredibly proud of my <<listbox "$Body.tits" autoselect>> <<option "tiny little A's" "small">> <<option "perky, nice B's" "medium">> <<option "tight but large C's" "large">> <<option "heavy, but bouncy D's" "extralarge">> <<option "bras all disagreed, but everyone agreed they were massive" "huge">> <</listbox>> <<run function bindOnChangeEvents() { $(document).ready(function (ev) { $("#listbox-bodytits").on("change", function (event) { $.wiki(`<<replace "#finalFormDoll">><<include "W - FinalFormDoll">><</replace>>`); }); }); }; bindOnChangeEvents(); >> <<else>> When the changes settled down, genetics had left me <<print $Body.tits>> chested. <</if>> </div>
<div id='finalFormDoll'> /*Start Doll */ <div class="finalFormDoll"> <<set _layout = "body">> <<set _hairClass = 'doll hair' + $Body.hair>> <<set _shirtSize = '_' + $Body.tits>> <<set _slimBody = $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs") ? "slim_" : "">> <<if ndef $doll>> <<set $doll = {}>> <</if>> <<if ndef _doll>> <<set _doll = {}>> <</if>> <<set _currDoll = _id === "sidebar" ? $doll : (_doll[_id] || $doll)>> <div @id="'doll-' + _id" @class="'dollContainer ' + _layout"> /* Hair back*/ <<if _currDoll.hairback>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + _currDoll.hairback + '.png'"> <</if>> /* Doll base */ <img data-slot="body" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'body/body_' + _slimBody + $Body.skin + '.png'"> /* Doll face */ <<set _faceType = $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face") ? "" : "plain">> <<set _expression = _currDoll.expression ? _currDoll.expression : "normal">> <<set _eyeType = _currDoll.expression ? _currDoll.expression : "normal">> <img data-slot="face" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'face/' + $Body.skin + '/' + _faceType + '/' + _expression + '.png'"> <img data-slot="eyes" @class="'doll eye' + $Body.eyes" @src="$dollPath + 'face/eyes/eyes_' + _eyeType + '.png'"> <<if _currDoll.faceMakeup>> <img data-slot="faceMakeup" class="doll faceMakeup" @src="$dollPath + 'face/makeup/' + _currDoll.faceMakeup + '_' + _currDoll.expression + '.png'"> <</if>> /* Doll breasts */ <<if !_currDoll.bra and !_currDoll.upper>> <img data-slot="tits" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'body/topless_' + $Body.tits + '_' + ($Stats.BodyTraits.includes('tits') ? '': 'plain_') + $Body.skin + '.png'"> <<else>> <img data-slot="tits" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'body/boobs_' + $Body.tits + '_' + ($Stats.BodyTraits.includes('tits') ? '': 'plain_') + $Body.skin + '.png'"> <<if _currDoll.bra>> <img data-slot="bra" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'clothing/' + _currDoll.bra + '_' + $Body.tits + '.png'"> <</if>> <</if>> /* Hair */ <<if _currDoll.hair>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/' + _currDoll.hair + '.png'"> <<elseif _currDoll.hat == "gradcap" && $Body.style>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hathair_' + $Body.style + '.png'"> <<elseif _currDoll.hat == "hat_cowboyBrown" && $Body.style>> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hatbangs_' + $Body.style + '.png'"> <<elseif $Body.style neq "">> <img data-slot="hair" @class="_hairClass" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + $Body.style + '.png'"> <img data-slot="hair_rim" class="doll" @src="$dollPath + 'hair/hair_' + $Body.style + '_rim.png'"> <</if>> </div> </div> /*End Doll */ </div>
<div id="sexSkills"> <h3>__Attained Skills__</h3> $Stats.SexSkills </div>
<div id="sexSkillLvls" style="margin-left:10px;"> <b> <<print _skillCategory.splice(0,1,_skillCategory[0].toUpperCase()) >></b> <br/> Level: <<if _skillObj.level > 0 >> <b> <<print _skillObj.level>> </b><<else>> 0 <</if>> <br/> Experience: <<if _skillObj.experience > 0 >> <b> <<print _skillObj.experience>> </b><<else>> 0 <</if>> <br/> <<if _enableCheats>> <<set _tempy = "#" + _skillCategory>> <<button "Add 10 XP">> <<SexSkill _skillCategory 10>> <<replace _tempy>> <<include "sexSkillLvlsDisplay" true>> <</replace>> <<replace "#sexSkills">> <<include "sexSkillDisplay" true>> <</replace>> <</button>> <</if>> </div>
<span id="ethnicitySelector"> <label> <<if visited("Skip Prologue - 00") || visited("CC001 - Origin Quick")>> <b>Ethnicity: </b> <<else>> Ethnicity: <</if>> <span id="ethnicity"> <<include "ethnicityListBox">> </span> </label> </span> <<run function bindOnChangeEvents() { $(document).one(":passagerender", function (event) { $(event.content).find("#listbox-bodyskin").on("change", function (event) { /* It should be fading in so players can tell that the options changed...but it's not working. Godspeed. */ $("#ethnicity").empty().wiki("<<include ethnicityListBox>>").fadeIn(500); }); }); }; bindOnChangeEvents(); >>
<<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <<listbox "$CC.ethnicity" autoselect>> <<optionsfrom setup.ethnicityOpts[$Body.skin]>> <</listbox>>
<<set $ACTI.followed = false>> <<set $ACTI.ticket = 0>> <<set $ACTI.search = 0>> /* TODO: (Fict) This should be in the preset files tbh, not here. */ <<set $CC.showDoll = true>> /* Fictionary TODO: Create negative reset macro Mira: should we create a setter that by default wouldn't allow going below 0? or allow for min/max based on variable name (logic hidden inside macro in a variable definition object), if we had something like this we could have more complex logic if needed ie. don't raise if something, or raise linked stat/trait every X of this etc. :) */ /* Can't use Stats widget here because it only targets exp post Act-I LOL */ /* Skill/Trait Limitations - Act I All Skill caps are removed. .xp is rendered as immediate skill-ups if they meet the requirements. */ <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Social'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Performance'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Learning'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base lt 0>><<set $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base = 0>><</if>> <<if $CC.BC == "Pill">> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Pills")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.BC == "Ring">> <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Ring")>> <</if>> <header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Act I<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>Spying for Dummies<</type>></h2> </header> <<timed 5s t8n>> <<if Array("HS013 - SexLeveling", "HS012 - LifeChoices", "GY010 - Home", "GY011 - Bacc", "PG003 - HomeVign4", "PG001 - Decisions").includes(previous()) || $Skip?.bond>> <<outfit bond>> It was time for daughter to emulate mother. Cue music! <br><br> <<else>> <<outfit default>> <</if>> I had given it lots of thought. I had fought the demons that came easily from within. But the fear of the unknown had quickly been outstripped by the fear of the known. I couldn't stand this bullshit anymore. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Deception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 1>> Not a word was spoken about what I was up to. I think that <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> was glad to see so much activity out of me. He was extremely careful around me, as if he expected me to break at any moment. Very few, selective words and interactions -- I wondered how much of this was guidance by Nate. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/act1.luggage.png">> My bags were packed. My room was clean. Everything was in order, and while the biggest decision had been made, I had left important ones until this moment. Nothing left to procrastinate with. <br><br> Where was I <<linkexpand "going?">> going? <div id="going"> <<crossroads #going>> <<path>> Take the cash I had on hand and drop by <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>'s travel agency and grab a ticket somewhere? They might even have ideas -- seemed like an easy option, but he could find out. He //would// find out, but maybe too late. <<contents>> <<image framed "passage/a1.street.png">> <<face shock>> <br><br> My bag rumbled behind me with all my worldly belongings. The back door was handy and I think I left home with him still blissfully unawares. <br><br> I wondered if that would make things easier on him or worse. Did I care? <br><br> It was a lot longer of a walk than I remembered, but I couldn't turn back now lest all my plans go for naught -- would I be able to keep my resolve? Would <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> convince me? <br><br> Wait... <div id="perception"> <<crossroads #perception>> <<path>> Was...that car moving especially slow? <<contents>> <br><br> That car was moving...very...slow. I felt like I was literally in some movie. The hairs raising on the back of my neck and my hand tightened on the handle of my bag. How long had it been behind me? Was that Nate? <br><br> What should I do? <div id="act"> <<crossroads #act>> <<path>> Duck down the next street <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Performance" "Deception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 2>> And...//now//. And...//now//. I could still get to my destination this way, but now I'd have more information. I slowed my steps and kept focused on the car. Their breaks squeaked just slightly, lurching after I made my move. <br><br> Yep. Wow. This shit really happened. And I was important enough for a tail. Well, now that I had that knowledge, that I had ''made'' my pursuer, I kept going. Guess I out-agented the agent, eh, Nate? <br><br><br> The bell jangled as I stepped in the door, wheels of my bag thumping over the [[entryway|ACTI001 - Travel Agency][$ACTI.followed = true]]. <<else>> And...//now//. I could still get to my destination this way, but now I'd have more information. I slowed my steps and kept focused on the car. It passed, same speed, as if nothing was wrong. Maybe just an old person. <br><br> That's just an overactive imagination. I'm on edge, my adrenaline's up and I needed to calm down. Everything had gone crazy, no need for __me__ to go crazy as well. <br><br><br> The bell jangled as I stepped in the door, wheels of my bag thumping over the [[entryway|ACTI001 - Travel Agency][$ACTI.followed = false]]. <</if>> <<path>> Keep going as if nothing was wrong? <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <br><br> No. That's just an overactive imagination. I'm on edge, my adrenaline's up and I needed to calm down. Everything had gone crazy, no need for __me__ to go crazy as well. <br><br><br> The bell jangled as I stepped in the door, wheels of my bag thumping over the [[entryway|ACTI001 - Travel Agency][$ACTI.followed = false]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> No. That's just an overactive imagination. <<contents>> <br><br> I'm on edge, my adrenaline's up and I needed to calm down. Everything had gone crazy, no need for __me__ to go crazy as well. <br><br><br> The bell jangled as I stepped in the door, wheels of my bag thumping over the [[entryway|ACTI001 - Travel Agency][$ACTI.followed = false]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Bite the bullet and tell him I was going? Make //him// decide: help or lose me forever. <<contents>> <<Stats Deception -->> <div id="dad"> <br><br> With my heart thudding in my chest, I headed to his room. A rap-rap-rap of my knuckles on the door. Like he would do, it was an announcement of entry. <br><br><br> "Yeah?" <br><br> "Hey--" I was caught short, he was trying to hide drying his eyes, "Uh. Sorry." <br><br> "No, no, no. What's up, <<print $CC.name>>?" <br><br> "I...uh--I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to go." <br><br> "You too?" <br><br> "It's different, Dad. Don't gimme that." <br><br> Right as I might have been, the moisture in his eyes still expressed the pain I had inflicted. "Okay." <br><br> "It's not like I'm going to //disappear//." <br><br> "I know." <br><br> "I just, can't do ''this'' anymore. So, I can either do this __with__ you or on my own." He nodded, not understanding, but not about to send me away. <br><br> "With me? How." <br><br> "Got anywhere that I could go?" He chuckled, looking down at his knees. He wiped his hands against them and stood. <br><br> "Sure. <<link "Come on">><<replace "#dad">> <br><br> The chair squeaked as he sat down, "I'm sure there's somewhere we haven't been able to sell." The computer booted and his messy desktop filled the screen. Practiced movements, he navigated the clutter with ease. A couple folders expanded, his email flipped up onto the monitor -- it was surprisingly organized. "Okay. How do you feel about: <<hover>>[[the Philippines|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]<<tip>>Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element.<</hover>>, <<hover>>[[Bangkok|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]]<<tip>>Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers.<</hover>>, or <<hover>>[[Tallinn|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]]<<tip>>Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations.<</hover>>?" <br><br> He leaned back in the chair, watching me as I decided. "Not the best places, but that's what we've got. Just be safe and...have fun." He squeezed my hand with a pained smile. <br> <</replace>><</link>>." </div> <<path>> Dig through my Mom's shit and see if I could find some clues? Go after her myself? Was that crazy? Some //agency// had told me she had disappeared. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <br><br> Into the office I went. My heart pounded in my chest, listening intently to ensure I didn't hear him coming. <br><br> Into the drawers. Travel agency bullshit. Itineraries. Medical records. Old finger paintings -- why did they keep these? They aren't even recognizable as...a turkey? <br><br> Nothing of hers. Nothing? No passport. No itinerary. Not even tax or medical records. And certainly not shitty childhood drawings. <br><br> I almost slammed the drawers shut in frustration. I dropped into the office chair with a squeak, spinning in it slowly as I looked around the room. I could tear the place apart, but probably when <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> wasn't here. And I didn't have //time//. <br><br> Then my eyes fell on his computer. She used it sometimes, even though it was mostly for his work. <br><br> The computer booted and his messy desktop filled the screen. Oof, the //clutter//. I pulled up his email - surprisingly organized. More travel bullshit. Searching some terms. <<print $CC.MName>>: nothing. Nate? Nothing. The date of Prom: nothing. <br><br> Closing out of that, I tried a search of the PC itself. <<linkexpand "Come on, Gen Z skills.">> Come on, Gen Z skills. <br><br><br> <<print $CC.MName>>: nothing. Guess she //is// a spy or something. Not a trace. Date of Prom. Nada. Nate...? <br><br> <<linkexpand "Using his business card...">> <<set _nate = { name: "Nate", image: "logo.agency-bw.webp", branch: "International Affairs", role: "Deputy Agent", company: "External Recon\n & Operations Service" }>> <<businessCard _nate>> <br> Using his business card: full name; phone number. <<shake 3s>>''BINGO''<</shake>> Files with your usual 'computer string' of random letters and numbers, but the contents told tales. <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2; $ACTI.search = 2]]>> <<hover>> Reference to Bangkok <<skillChecked "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> Dated a few months ago.<<else>>.<</if>> <<tip>> Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3; $ACTI.search = 1]] $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 0>> <<hover>> Another to Tallinn <<skillChecked "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> Dated last month.<<else>>.<</if>> <<tip>> Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have high enough investigation. <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1; $ACTI.search = 3]] $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 1>> <<hover>> And finally, from the week before Prom: the Philippines. <<tip>> Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have high enough investigation. <</crossroads>> <br> And a quick cross-reference with his email. Yep, I could nab some tickets surreptitiously through his login and password. He //certainly// wasn't an agent. <br><br> I just needed to decide, and quick, before he caught on to me. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Another tap-tap-tap of knuckles on my door. The announcement of entry. I tried to shield my open suitcase with my body as the door swung open. "What." I put as much threat into my voice as I could. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/act1.luggage.png">> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom looked at me puzzled, "You're...leaving too?" I felt bad for him. He'd stepped in to fill the massive void that had appeared in my life.<<else>>"You...just going to...leave, too?" There was a tightness in <<print $CC.DName>>'s' voice, restraint of the emotions that he was feeling.<</if>> Somehow the pain he was experiencing just offended me, rather than soften me. <br><br> "Looks like it, doesn't it." Flipping the case closed, I patted it with finality. Silent, he moved over and sat on my bed unbidden. <br><br> It had been so close: my room was clean, I had just finished packing and was resolving to head out. He wasn't stopping me, which was its own kind of infuriating, but...what was he doing? <br><br> "Hey. I feel like you've kept a fuck-ton from me. Like...how long has Nate been around? What has Mom been up to?" <br><br> He nodded at each one, "Fair. All fair." He sighed. "And...you're right. We were waiting to tell you until you had graduated. Adulthood and whatnot. But the real answers I don't really know. Nate would be the best one to ask." I let my dissatisfaction sit pregnant in the air. "Where are you going anyway?" <br><br> It was a fucking great question. I hadn't gotten that far. Your move, <<print $CC.name>>. <div id="caught"> <<crossroads #caught>> <<path>> Call the bluff and see what I can sus out from Nate? <<contents>> <br><br> Heading back to my room, I considered giving Nate a call. He did have all the answers. At least those that were to be had. I kicked the door shut and pulled out my cell, dialing. There was a tightness growing in my stomach as the tones rang in my ear. I didn't have a plan and I didn't have leverage. <<call Nate>>Hello, <<print $CC.name>><</call>> My throat clenched as I heard his voice. The flood of that moment after graduation returning to me. <<call>>H-hi.<</call>> <<call Nate>>How are you holding up?<</call>> No. I was not going to let him drive this conversation. <<call>>Look. Why did you give me your card? I'm not looking for a job, or a recommendation...or to //hire// you.<</call>> He chuckled. Okay, I had gotten him off-balance, or at least surprised him a little. <<call Nate>>That...is a good point. We don't really do work-for-hire.<</call>> <<call>>Right. So why.<</call>> Silence on the other end. <<call Nate>>You free now?<</call>> <<call>>You're the spy, don't you know?<</call>> <<call Nate>>Yes, we have a little satellite squarely on your position at all times.<</call>> I didn't like that he made jokes out of his superior position. <<call>>So, what do you think of what my hand is doing right now.<</call>> Silence. <br><br> A very different type this time. <<call Nate>>How about meet me outside in...<</call>> <br> I clicked the phone off. I got off the bed and headed outside, standing in the yard with my hands on my hips, looking back and forth down the street. <br><br><br><br> When he pulled up a few moments later I felt supremely uncomfortable. He had been parked just down the street the whole time. It skeeved me out. It made me supremely curious. What. The. Fuck? <br><br> I opened the door to his Volvo and dropped into the passenger-side, using the impact of my weight as a commentary for how I felt right now. He coughed. Mission accomplished. <br><br> "This really how the government spends its resources?" We sat, idling in front of my house. I wasn't looking at him. <br><br> "This is not...normal." <br><br> "No. It's //not//. You're behaving like I'm on suicide watch or something. Like I'm some vital US asset in danger, under witness protection or some bullshit--" I was using the fictions that I had seen as a way to put some sort of context to how I felt, even though I knew they were fictions. So I'd keep spouting them until I got the truth from him. Why were they treating me this way? Why did it seem like I was special? Or scary? Or weak? Because it felt like they were saying all of them at once. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. <<if $CC.mom == 0>>Emma<<else>><<print $CC.MName>><</if>> was working a critical case. Very dangerous people involved, and honestly, I'm hoping that her disappearing means she's close. Because of who it was, because of what's at stake there //is// the chance that you were in danger, though that would also mean her cover was blown and we're in worse straits than you can imagine." <br><br> "Witness protection. For real." I finally looked at him. Scowling. Incredulous. <br><br> He sighed and set his jaw, now switching roles to be the one looking out the windshield, "I told you I'm your Minder. But there's more to it than that. I've been waiting for the go-ahead for something else." <br><br> "And do you have it?" <br><br><br> More silence. I wondered if it was a spy tactic. Or maybe spies are just people and aren't some uncanny superhero like we make them out to be. Wordlessly, he dug into his jacket pocket and pulled a piece of heavy card stock out and slid it onto the console between us with the smallest of movements. <br><br> He didn't look at me. He reached over, keeping his hand below the dash and put it on mine. I fought the instinct to recoil. Gently, he pulled it onto the white paper and then let go of my hand. "No. I don't. That's all I can say." <br><br> I grasped the paper and tried to tuck it against my body as I jerked out of the car. Far from elegant or crafty, but I think I understood. He was sending me a message and it was in the thing I had folded in the palm of my hand. I might have an answer! <br><br> I slammed the door and rushed to my room, wary about where I looked at it. I peeked out the window and his Volvo was gone. I wondered if he just parked back on the street. I went and hid in my closet, knees and feet nudging the packed suitcase to make room for me. I didn't dare use my phone for light. With just the barest crack in the door, I unfolded the thick, slightly slick and weirdly-shaped paper. I frowned, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. <br><br><br> It was a airplane ticket to [[Manila|ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]. <<path>> Take the goodwill I had earned and ask <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> to help me go. Wherever. Just go. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> "I...honestly don't know. I just feel like, I need to...go." He nodded. <br><br> "Running doesn't solve everything -- or anything, in my experience." <br><br> "Didn't stop <<print $CC.MName>>, did it?" A wry smile. <br><br> "I understand." <br><br> "I made my decision." <br><br> "I understand." <br><br> "You aren't going to change my mind, <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>." <br><br> "I understand, <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "Got anywhere that I could go?" He chuckled, looking down at his knees. He wiped his hands against them and stood. <br><br> "Sure. The chair squeaked as he sat down, "I'm sure there's somewhere we haven't been able to sell." The computer booted and his messy desktop filled the screen. Practiced movements, he navigated the clutter with ease. A couple folders expanded, his email flipped up onto the monitor -- it was surprisingly organized. "Okay. How do you feel about: <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]>> <<hover>> the Philippines <<tip>> Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]]>> <<hover>> Bangkok <<tip>> Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]]>> <<hover>> or Tallinn? <<tip>> Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations. <</hover>> <</crossroads>> <br> He leaned back in the chair, watching me as I decided. "Not the best places, but that's what we've got. Just be safe and...have fun." He squeezed my hand with a pained smile. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</timed>>
<<image framed "passage/a1.travel.png">> Inside was exactly as it always was, people hunched over monitors, on headsets and clacking away intently. <br><br> <<if $ACTI.followed == true>> Yet there was a part of me that felt an urgency. If someone was keeping eyes on me than I needed to get a move on. And who knew if any of them were also watching for me. <br><br><br> I slid into the seat across from Livvy, who manned the front desk, "Hey." <br><br> "Oh, hey, <<print $CC.name>>." Okay, she seemed less than interested with my arrival. <br><br> "So, uh, weird request. Stuck with anything that I might be able to use? Ya know, extras--" <br><br> "Uh, sure, probably. For two of you, yeah?" <br><br> "Two? Yeah." I figured it was best to just ditch the other ticket than try and lie my way into a single ticket. <br><br> "How'd'ya feel about... <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]]>> <<hover>> Bangkok <<tip>> Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]]>> <<hover>> Tallinn <<tip>> Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]>> <<hover>> the Philippines <<tip>> Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element. <</hover>> <</crossroads>> <br> Well. That was easy. Now. Which one. Grab and go. <<else>> No one seemed to blink at my arrival. I wasn't a usual visitor, especially without <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>. They didn't want to be bothered and I needed to raise as little attention as possible, so...new girl. <br><br><br> I slid into the seat across from Livvy, who manned the front desk, "Hey." <br><br> "Oh, hey, <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "So, uh, weird request. Stuck with anything that I might be able to use? Ya know, extras--" <br><br> "Uh, sure, probably. For two of you, yeah?" <br><br> "Two? Yeah." I figured it was best to just ditch the other ticket than try and lie my way into a single ticket. <br><br> "How'd'ya feel about... <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 2]]>> <<hover>> Bangkok <<tip>> Incredibly inexpensive and fun destination, but one of the most dangerous criminal spots in the world and not easy to navigate for English-speakers. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 3]]>> <<hover>> Tallinn <<tip>> Europe, while typically a safe place to visit for Americans, Tallinn is only a hop-skip from Russia, Russian-affiliated countries and the largest land war in generations. <</hover>> <<path [[ACTI001 - The Boys][$ACTI.ticket = 1]]>> <<hover>> the Philippines <<tip>> Cheap and formerly US, so less of a language barrier, but known to have a massive criminal element. <</hover>> <</crossroads>> <br> Well. That was easy. Now. Which one. Grab and go. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI001-TheBoys-alt.png">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> Time for the goodbyes...Goodbye. Shit. <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>>, easy. A text would suffice. She'd be confused AF, but we had an easy thing between us like always. No questions. Just understanding. <br><br> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. Hm. I couldn't imagine trying to explain where I was going--why. They'd make me want to stay, whether they tried to or not. I needed to keep the distance so I could //get// the distance. <br><br> I'm sure they'd be pissed, but a text would have to do. Maybe a FaceTime later. <br><br> The Boys, though. Somehow, I //had// to say goodbye to them and I knew they'd get it. We had such history together. <br><br> <</if>> <<if visited("PG002 - BoysSex")>> <div id="ethan"> Me and The Boys had, of course, sent texts back and forth over the past year. The group chat had been frenzied at first while they became situated at schools, felt homesick and sought consistency. The personal texts to me -- with the exception of <<print $CC.friend1>> -- dropped off almost instantly. They mostly ignored the comments and emojis I added and I could tell that they either felt I abandoned them or just lost the thread of how to interact with me. I understood it because we'd been pushing along through life at the same pace, experiencing the same things at the same times until I had up and gone and done something different. Still, understanding it and not being hurt by it were two different things. <br><br> By the time the first quarter had passed, the communication had dropped to absolutely nothing. No matter how interesting, exciting, and different my year away had been, I still missed them. The people I was around were 'mine' for probably just a year...they'd been mine for what felt like //forever//. <br><br> I had returned home before they had by a number of weeks and it felt distinctly empty to be surrounded by such familiarity without them. And now the emptiness really pulled at my heart, knowing I was striking out and going away for...possibly forever. I //needed// to reconnect with them. So when I found out they were all getting together (and thank GOD!) before I left, I jumped at the chance to join in. <br><br> As I approached the garage, a flicker of the last time I'd been there was hard to ignore. The vivid feeling and sounds of our explosive 'goodbye' made me feel a clench in my lower abdomen. I felt another tightness in my throat as I considered if that had changed how they'd view me now. And another worry couldn't be ignored: I had been parting ways with them once and now I was going to drop a bigger rift in their laps. Would they reject me outright? <br><br> A part of me wanted to just turn and walk away, but I ducked under the half-open door anyway. <<speech>>"Hey, Boyyyys. How was college?"<</speech>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Oh, hey!"<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> brightened, turning away from the glow of the television screen and seeing me appear. The other two were in echo, though their reactions were much more placid and confused. "Ups and downs, to be honest." He continued, tossing the controller away and coming to give me a proper greeting and hug, "How was the world?" "Like a...commercial break? It was fun, and just like...completely different. So that was cool." It was crazy that a year ago we were all going at each other right here. Beyond the telling gaze of Ethan, it seemed like it was a dream. They'd definitely gotten laid then, or viewed it as a mistake, or just preferred consistency over really pushing the envelope into making it weird. Whatever the case, I was glad for it. <br><br> Soon we were all back on the couches like nothing had ever changed. They all had, though. Each had adopted little bits of fashion that shocked me: Ethan a goatee and long hair, Drew was rocking designer brands on his clothing and $CC.friend1 had started hitting the gym, clearly. And the staccato and pitch of their voices -- indelible on my mind -- now rumbled more in their chests with more control and reserve. I wonder if I had changed from their perspective and what they thought of it. <br><br> "So, 'nother commercial break for ya?" Drew jibed over his shoulder at me. <br><br> "Not so much a commercial. Might be like a prestige drama on HBO." <br><br> "What the fuck does //that// mean?" Drew actually turned to frown at me. <br><br> "She's leaving, leaving." Ethan squeaked from his corner. <br><br> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"No she isn't."<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> shooed the idea away. "He's right." The tightness in my throat made saying it harder, even though the cat was out of the bag, "I need to...find my Mom." <br><br> "Oh." Ethan dropped his controller. The clatter left the garage quiet except for the insipid game music. They stared at me. <br><br> "Yeah, so." <br><br> "But...like. Why?" Andrew was incredulous. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>"Dude. College is //amazing//! You gotta go."<<else>>"College is going to be a blast."<</if>> <br><br> I dropped down on the couch, the emotional weight and exhaustion of my decision suddenly hitting me like a brick. "Yeah, you should enjoy it. You ''will'' enjoy it. Look, this is going to sound absolutely //insane//--" <br><br> I filled them in. They were rapt. I was thankful that they knew me as well and as long as they had. They could fill in the blanks and understand the conclusion I had come to. <br><br> "So uh. Wow." "Crazy." <br><br> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Fucking. //''sucks''//."<</speech>> We sat on the couch together in silence. Then, Ethan -- always the one lacking decorum, "So, where you going?" <br><br> <<if $ACTI.ticket == 1>> "Call it synchronicity or coincidence, but...Manila? There's this part of my brain that won't let go of this fight ''years'' ago where she was going there. And it was an option...so." <<elseif $ACTI.ticket == 2>> "Thailand sounded fun, to be honest. Kinda like...fringe. The opposite of all of this," I made a hand motion at the life we lived, "Plus, I hear they've got some...//unique// clubs. So, the party scene's crazy." <<else>> "I didn't want to make //too// big of a change, to be honest. And I haven't seen like the Baltic...so Tallinn? Don't know anything about it, really, but it was a place to go in Europe." <</if>> <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> didn't seem to care anything about the where, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Will...you be coming back?"<</speech>> "Before August? Or like...ever?" I tried to make it into a joke, "I'm //not// my Mom." <br><br> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Kinda...feels like it, though?" That stung. "Oh. Not your Mom...the ever thing."<</speech>> "And the Mom thing too." Ethan. Fucking Ethan. <br><br> "It's a one-way. For now. We'll see. Okay?" I leaned over and gave <<print $CC.friend1>> a peck on the cheek. He pulled back and away before I made contact. I felt the coldness of the room and the lack of eye contact. <br><br> It was exactly what I feared. I backed up, nodding in affirmation and wondering if it would have been better to skip this entirely. Damage was done. Too late now. <br><br> I made my way back to the garage door, silence deafening. And then I realized that Ethan was getting off the couch and following. He hadn't turned away when I had told them my whys and wherefores. <br><br> Wordlessly, we both ducked out and away from the others, both subconsciously wanting to manifest the differences between us as distance. <br><br> He pulled me tight into a hug in the driveway. It made me laugh, especially as the closeness was extended longer and longer. He was really going to miss me. I couldn't help but clutch at his pudgy body a bit tighter too. <br><br> And then when he did let go, he patted the roof of his Honda, "Lemme give you a ride to the airport." <br><br> Oh, <<link "Ethan">><<replace "#ethan">> He shuddered with the sighing release, "I'm going to fucking miss you." <br><br> "God. Yeah. You can't imagine how fucking scared I am right now."" <br><br> "It was not cool them icing you like that. You're one of us." His hand dropped to my knee. <br><br> "No. But...I get it." I sighed, too. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>, I'm just going to be honest with you. It's been really hard these past couple months, fuck it, the whole //year// plus since you went away." There was a look in his eyes and tone in his voice that made it undeniable he was referencing the 'goodbye'. "You left. The guys disappeared during college. I couldn't make friends, couldn't seem to find where I belonged...and this summer's just been showing me how much I belong here with you guys. And..." He looked off, but his hand hadn't moved, "I think you've always known how I feel about you, in particular. And that's why when we...said goodbye...last year, something clicked. It felt...perfect. Like everything made sense, like it was supposed to be." <br><br> I didn't know if this was going to become a proposal, just a heart-opening session of honesty, or what. I was stunned and also felt that I should just let him keep going. No harm, no foul, yet. He was being sweet and open -- a far cry from his usual self. <br><br> "You've got a lot in front of you, but I figured...you might need some reciprocation..." He leaned over, offering an awkward kiss as he tried to pay attention to the road as well. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI001 - EthanSex]] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')>> Dive in. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't that easy. <<path [[ACTI001 - EthanDeny]]>> Whoah. Stop Mistake #2 before it happens. <<path [[ACTI001 - EthanSex]] $CC.maleReaction gt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 4>> Pity fuck? <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<else>> I hadn't quite thought this moment through before I arrived. Saying goodbye to the Boys. They were my rock, my youth and adolescence...and now I was deciding to leave it all behind. This was the kind of decision that, normally, would have involved their input. I would have heard their arguments. But not this time. I knew that would hurt...because it was already hurting me. But I felt that I owed it to them to not just disappear like certain...other...people. And that's why I had come here. Without an ounce of planning. <br><br><br> And as I had that revelation, I was standing in front of <<print $CC.friend1>> with my roller bag. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>"I don't think you understand the timing of semesters, $CC.name...I mean, we could teach you, since we're the experts now..." He laughed off his confusion with a joke, but I could tell he had no clue what was going on.<<else>>"College isn't for months, <<print $CC.name>>." He laughed off the confusion with a joke, but I could tell he had no idea what was going on.<</if>> <br><br> Moving past him, I saw the other two lounging as if they were on easy street. They were. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>Any fears of what to expect from college were now dispelled. They had the next three years laid out in front of them.<<else>>The stress of the past //thirteen// years was suddenly over. No one really knew what to expect next (except sex and alcohol).<</if>> It must have been easy to relax. For them. <br><br> "Yeah, well. That's cuz...I'm not going." <br><br> They all laughed. <br><br> Andrew rolled his eyes. Ethan waved me off like a fly. <<print $CC.friend1>> chuckled, but I could see our life-long bond had him starting to put the pieces together. I flashed my ticket, waving it back at Ethan with a bit more mockery than I had intended. <br><br> "Oh." Ethan dropped his controller. The clatter left the garage quiet except for the insipid game music. They stared at me. <br><br> "Yeah, so." <br><br> "But...like. Why?" Andrew was incredulous. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>"Dude. College is //amazing//! You gotta go."<<else>>"College is going to be a blast."<</if>> <br><br> I dropped down on the couch, the emotional weight and exhaustion of my decision suddenly hitting me like a brick. "Yeah, you should enjoy it. You ''will'' enjoy it. Look, this is going to sound absolutely //insane//--" <br><br> I filled them in. They were rapt. I was thankful that they knew me as well and as long as they had. They could fill in the blanks and understand the conclusion I had come to. <br><br> "So uh. Wow." <br><br> "Crazy." <br><br> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Fucking. //''sucks''//."<</speech>> We sat on the couch together in silence. Then, Ethan -- always the one lacking decorum, "So, where you going?" <br><br> <<if $ACTI.ticket == 1>> "Call it synchronicity or coincidence, but...Manila? There's this part of my brain that won't let go of this fight ''years'' ago where she was going there. And it was an option...so." <<elseif $ACTI.ticket == 2>> "Thailand sounded fun, to be honest. Kinda like...fringe. The opposite of all of this," I made a hand motion at the life we lived, "Plus, I hear they've got some...//unique// clubs. So, the party scene's crazy." <<else>> "I didn't want to make //too// big of a change, to be honest. And I haven't seen like the Baltic...so Tallinn? Don't know anything about it, really, but it was a place to go in Europe." <</if>> <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> didn't seem to care anything about the where, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Will...you be coming back?"<</speech>> "Before August? Or like...ever?" I tried to make it into a joke, "I'm //not// my Mom." <br><br> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Kinda...feels like it, though?" That stung. "Oh. Not your Mom...the ever thing."<</speech>> "And the Mom thing too." Ethan. Fucking Ethan. <br><br> "It's a one-way. For now. We'll see. Okay?" I leaned over and gave <<print $CC.friend1>> a peck on the cheek. <<if $HS.promDate == "Friend">> He turned and we were mouth to mouth. I kinda melted. My body was craving affection, touch, care. I could <<linkexpand "make out">> I started making out with him. <br><br> I wasn't paying attention to the room but I bet it was awkward as we were grabbing at each other with our tongues down each other's throats. I'm pretty sure he broke the kiss first, there were tears in his eyes. It was then that I read the room. Andrew was shocked. Ethan was rock hard and his eyes were devouring me. <br><br> "Uh, wow. I'll take one of those goodbyes." I could practically feel the heat coming off of him and the tension in his voice. <br><br> <div id="escalate"> <<set $PG.boysSex = true>> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<crossroads #escalate>> <<path>> Part of me said sure, <<contents>> <<face ahego runny>> I don't know what came over me, but he saw some look in my eyes and we were making out next. His hand pulled mine to his rock hard cock through his shorts while his other started to slide up my stomach to go under my top. <br><br> //Fuck//. He was really pushing things. <div id="sexy"> <<skillChecked "Excitable" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<crossroads #sexy>> <<path>> And it was turning me on? <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> I scooted closer, his hand pushing up to my chest with the shifting of position. I grunted into his mouth as my hand squeezed on his cock and he grunted back. I was confused as I felt a third hand on my thigh, pulling them open but my brain was occupied so it took me a few moments to realize that <<print $CC.friend1>> was the one fingering me all of a sudden. <br><br> <<shake 2s>>Ohhh.<</shake>> That felt good. <div id = "sex"> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>> <<crossroads #sex>> <<path>> Release right now would be...great. <<contents>> <<set $fuckedBoys = true>> <<Stats Risky ++>> My free hand reached over to Andrew -- it was getting to be like a game of Twister on the beat up couch -- and I started working open his shorts. Ethan was pushing my hand away so he could open his own. My underwear was being pulled down my legs and I spread my thighs eagerly. <br><br> Ethan didn't so much as stop kissing me as break the kiss with a firm push down on my head. And then I was sucking his cock. I lost the game of Twister but Andrew seemed content to finish getting himself out as I moved down onto my knees on the floor, head held and making me continue sucking as I moved. <br><br> I looked up at him and saw the triumph and long-term desire in his eyes and thanks to <<print $CC.friend1>> diving in to my pussy, my brain went: "Yes." And my head pushed down deeper, rewarding Ethan for <<print $CC.friend1>>'s tongue. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> Ethan's head dropped back against the couch cushion as he grunted loudly. I wondered what Andrew was doing and a quick look over, he was sitting there, jacking himself slowly and watching. "Cu-cumming." Came Ethan. And then he did. A surprisingly copious amount of slimy jism pumped again and again into my mouth. <<cumSpray mouth1 facial1>> I held still, giggling proudly at how fast I got him off, feeling his hand grabbing at my hair while his semen collected in my mouth. <br><br> "Fuck. You're //that// good?" Andrew chuckled. So did Ethan as he shuddered and nodded, finally done with the monster load that nearly was choking me. He pulled my head up firmly. <br><br> "Show me." He panted. I opened my mouth, feeling Andrew shifting over for his turn as Ethan grinned at the view and then patted my cheek with his free hand, "Swallow. Good girl." I was still gulping down the viscousness as he was putting my mouth on Andrew. <<else>> Ethan watched me intently, applying pressure and guiding my movements. I wondered what Andrew was doing and a quick look over, he was sitting there, jacking himself slowly as he watched. <br><br> "I got first." Announced Ethan and suddenly I wasn't being eaten out anymore. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Bullshit."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Throw you for it."<</speech>> "Fine." Ethan's hand keeping me out of the conversation easily. His chubby belly pushed up against my nose ridge and forehead as he leaned in to RPS above me. "Fine. Seconds." And he pulled my head up firmly and guided me to Andrew. <</if>> <br><br> <<include "ACTI001 - The Boys_Fertile">> <<path>> But not smart. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> I grabbed the hand and pulled it from between my thighs, sliding forward and off the couch. This had gotten out of control. I didn't know how to leave now, but I had to. So, I didn't make eye contact or say a word, just corrected my clothing as I grabbed my bag and [[left|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <</crossroads>> <<else>> Release right now would be...great. But not <<link "smart">><<replace "#sex">> <<Stats Stable ++>> I grabbed the hand and pulled it from between my thighs, sliding forward and off the couch. This had gotten out of control. I didn't know how to leave now, but I had to. So, I didn't make eye contact or say a word, just corrected my clothing as I grabbed my bag and [[left|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> </div> <<path>> Crazy? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> "Whoah, whoah, whoah. Fuck. Heh, uh. Awkward. Okay. Going now." I could feel the disappointment and frustration bubbling inside him, so I moved off the couch quickly. <br><br> "Kay. Hug?" They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>"It's okay. I'll be back before you know it." I had no idea if that was true.<<else>>"Enjoy college if I don't see you first."<</if>> <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Be safe."<</speech>> <br><br><br> A last hug for him. "I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]." <</crossroads>> <<else>> "Whoah, whoah, whoah. Fuck. Heh, uh. Awkward. Okay. Going now." I could feel the disappointment and frustration bubbling inside him, so I moved off the couch quickly. <br><br> "Kay. Hug?" They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>"It's okay. I'll be back before you know it." I had no idea if that was true.<<else>>"Enjoy college if I don't see you first."<</if>> <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Be safe."<</speech>> <br><br><br> A last hug for him. "I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]." <</if>> </div> <<path>> the rest was reasonable <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> "Ha, ha. Funny." I rolled my eyes. Andrew did too. I leaned over and gave him light one on the cheek, which he //tried// to accidentally get on my mouth. Then I quickly leaned over and did the same for Andrew before getting up. <br><br> "Kay. Hug?" They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>"It's okay. I'll be back before you know it." I had no idea if that was true.<<else>>"Enjoy college if I don't see you first."<</if>> <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Be safe."<</speech>> <br><br><br> A last hug for him. "I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]." <</crossroads>> <<else>> <br><br> "Kay. Hug?" They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>"It's okay. I'll be back before you know it." I had no idea if that was true.<<else>>"Enjoy college if I don't see you first."<</if>> <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Be safe."<</speech>> <br><br><br> A last hug for him. "I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]." <</if>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> "I'll take one of those, too." Laughed Ethan. I rolled my eyes and gave him light kiss, which he //tried// to accidentally get on my mouth. Then I quickly leaned over and did the same for Andrew before getting up. <br><br> "Kay. Hug?" They all got up and gave me a bear hug. It felt great. We all sighed. I felt some wetness on my shoulder, which -- surprisingly -- came from Andrew. My own cheeks were moist. <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>"It's okay. I'll be back before you know it." I had no idea if that was true.<<else>>"Enjoy college if I don't see you first."<</if>> <br><br> Andrew had turned away, but <<print $CC.friend1>> was holding me by the shoulders, <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Be safe."<</speech>> A last hug for him. "I [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]." <</if>> <</if>>
<<face ahego runny>> <<dollRearView>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> "You got some fucking condoms, right?" I panted out while licking slowly at Andrew's engorged meat. <br><br> "Uh. No. You're not...?" I shook my head, Ethan sighed. "<<print $CC.friend1>>?" <br><br> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"You want me to go //inside// right now? Just grab some condoms in front of my ''Mom''?"<</speech>> <br><br> "There's pullout game..." chuckled Ethan. <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Risky">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho")>> <<set $fuckedBoys = true>> <br><br> I didn't respond, starting to actually suck on Andrew's hot dick, hips rising as an offer to <<print $CC.friend1>>. He was inside me before I knew it. <<if $HS.PromDate == "Friend">> <<if !visited("HS008 - PromNightSex")>> <br><br> <<vCardCheck $CC.friend1 M "Best Guy Friend" "And that's how I lost my virginity...quick, suddenly and to my best guy friend.">> <<if $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "ACTI000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> <<vCardCheck $CC.friend1 M "Best Guy Friend" "And that's how I lost my virginity...quick, suddenly and to my best guy friend.">> <<if $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "ACTI000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> It's hard to suck a cock when you're being fucked at the same time. Hadn't really thought about it until that moment, but between the sensation of being stuffed, balls smacking against your clit, the push-pull heat and hardness of a bare cock inside you and the momentum of a body crashing against you urgently. It's very hard to concentrate and keep a good rhythm. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> But not too hard for me. Using the force from behind me to push down over Andrew's cock, nose to his pubic hair, lips against the base of his cock. Back and again, about once every couple thrusts. <<cumSpray mouth>> He came in my mouth and throat, gasping out in surprise. And then, thankfully I was breathing, head on Andrew's thighs, looking back and watching <<print $CC.friend1>> holding at my scrunched skirt and pumping vigorously. <<else>> Eventually, I just gave up, holding Andrew's cock and slowly stroking the moist cock as I lay my head on his thighs, looking back and watching <<print $CC.friend1>> holding at my scrunched skirt and pumping vigorously. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>><<set $ACTI.oops = true>><</if>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Sh-shit. S-sorry."<</speech>> He shook his head as his hips moved erratically a last couple times and then he was cumming inside me. <<cumSpray pussy1 mound2 thighs1>> <br><br> I started thinking about if I could swing by a pharmacy or if the airport had Plan B while he was pulling free. I hadn't cum, either. Ugh. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I held a wad of some tissues Andrew handed me between my legs. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> I had a bit more time though, working at my sticky self as I finished off Andrew. We came together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me. <<cumSpray mouth>> <br><br> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I held a wad of some tissues Andrew handed me between my legs. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <<else>> <<addBody "Ethan" M "Ethan, as a garage goodbye">> I had a bit more time though, working at my sticky self as I sucked on Andrew -- and Ethan was sliding up into my vacant pussy. He wasn't gentle or focused on me, but having him inside me helped me get off. The three of us came together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me and I felt Ethan eagerly driving home rather than giving any thought to his pullout game. <<cumSpray mouth1 pussy1 mound1 thighs2>> I smacked my lips after swallowing Andrew's swimmers, looking back in surprise as another blast of heat fired into me. That I could feel it spoke to the size and viscosity of what had to have been a half-dozen or so shots of spunk, "Jesus." I chuckled, my orgasm and this not being the first mistake made it easy to let him do his thing. Both of the other two Boys copied my impressed reaction too as his fingers dug at my hips and he was finally done. Edging him earlier plus what I knew was really good pussy probably just gave him the longest orgasm of his life and a monster load into me. <br><br> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I held a wad of some tissues Andrew handed me between my legs. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> I nodded and encouraged him, feeling the release that had started all of this building within me. And <<shake 3s>>there<</shake>> it was. When I came down, I felt the cooling stickiness on my ass and lower back. Good. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I wiped myself off with some tissues Andrew handed me. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <</if>> <<else>> The cock felt good, but I wasn't going to get there so I dropped my hand between my legs and began to strum...too late. He tugged out, spewing onto my ass and lower back -- good. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I wiped myself off with some tissues Andrew handed me. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> I had a bit more time though, working at myself as I finished off Andrew. We came together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me. <<cumSpray mouth>> <br><br> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I wiped myself off with some tissues Andrew handed me. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <<else>> <<addBody "Ethan" M "Ethan, as a garage goodbye">> I had a bit more time though, working at myself as I sucked on Andrew -- and Ethan was sliding up into my vacant pussy. He wasn't gentle or focused on me, but having him inside me helped me get off. The three of us came together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me and I felt Ethan's copious and viscous load spraying against my slit and mound -- close enough I hoped. <<cumSpray thighs2 mound2 mouth1>> <br><br> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I wiped myself off with some tissues Andrew handed me. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> "Ha. Right." I sat my ass down on the floor and reached back, nudging <<print $CC.friend1>>'s hand back between my legs as I blew <<link "Andrew">><<replace "#makeout">> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. Each of them had gotten me off -- Andrew was the best and easiest. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> <<else>> I didn't respond, starting to actually suck on Andrew's hot dick, hips rising as an offer to <<print $CC.friend1>>. He was inside me before I knew it. <<if $HS.PromDate == "Friend">> <<if !visited("HS008 - PromNightSex")>> <<vCardCheck $CC.friend1 M "Best Guy Friend" "And that's how I lost my virginity...quick, suddenly and to my best guy friend.">> <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "ACTI000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<vCardCheck $CC.friend1 M "Best Guy Friend" "And that's how I lost my virginity...quick, suddenly and to my best guy friend.">> <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true && $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $CC.friend1>> <<include "ACTI000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> They didn't ask about protection like the eager guys they were. Thank god I was on it, and maybe that's what they assumed. <br><br> It's hard to suck a cock when you're being fucked at the same time. Hadn't really thought about it until that moment, but between the sensation of being stuffed, balls smacking against your clit, the push-pull heat and hardness of a bare cock inside you and the momentum of a body crashing against you urgently. It's very hard to concentrate and keep a good rhythm. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> But not too hard for me. Using the force from behind me to push down over Andrew's cock, nose to his pubic hair, lips against the base of his cock. Back and again, about once every couple thrusts. He came in my mouth and throat, gasping out in surprise. <<cumSpray mouth>> And then, thankfully I was breathing, head on Andrew's thighs, looking back and watching <<print $CC.friend1>> holding at my scrunched skirt and pumping vigorously. <<else>> Eventually, I just gave up, holding Andrew's cock and slowly stroking the moist cock as I lay my head on his thighs, looking back and watching <<print $CC.friend1>> holding at my scrunched skirt and pumping vigorously. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Fuck! Too. Good. S-Sorry..."<</speech>> He shook his head as his hips moved erratically a last couple times and then he was cumming inside me. <<cumSpray pussy>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I held a wad of some tissues Andrew handed me between my legs. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> I had a bit more time though, working at my sticky self as I finished off Andrew. We came together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me. <<cumSpray mouth>> <br><br> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I held a wad of some tissues Andrew handed me between my legs. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<else>> <<addBody Ethan M "Ethan, as a garage goodbye">> I had a bit more time though, working at my sticky self as I sucked on Andrew -- and Ethan was sliding up into my vacant pussy. He wasn't gentle or focused on me, but having him inside me helped me get off. <br><br> The three of us came together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me <<cumSpray mouth>> and I felt Ethan eagerly driving home rather than giving any thought to his pullout game. <br><br> I smacked my lips after swallowing Andrew's swimmers, looking back in surprise as another blast of heat fired into me. <<cumSpray pussy1 mound1 thighs2>> <br><br> That I could feel it spoke to the size and viscosity of what had to have been a half-dozen or so shots of spunk, "Jesus." I chuckled, my orgasm allowing me to enjoy the sensation of his release. <br><br> Both of the other two Boys copied my impressed reaction too as his fingers dug at my hips and he was finally done. <br><br> Edging him earlier plus what I knew was really good pussy probably just gave him the longest orgasm of his life and a monster load into me. <br><br> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I held a wad of some tissues Andrew handed me between my legs. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> I nodded and encouraged him, feeling the release that had started all of this building within me. And <<shake 3s>>there<</shake>> it was. When I came down, gasped in surprise with an unceremonious tugging free from my pussy. He had finished, too. <<cumSpray pussy1 mound1 thighs2>> <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I wiped myself off with some tissues Andrew handed me. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> <</if>> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<else>> The cock felt good, but I wasn't going to get there so I dropped my hand between my legs and began to strum...too late. His sack rapped against my knuckles as he shoved deep inside me, "Take it," He declared as he got there before I did. <<cumSpray pussy1 mound1 thighs2>> <br><br> That I could feel it spoke to the size and viscosity of what had to have been a half-dozen or so shots of spunk and if I hadn't been so focused on peaking, I might have made a comment. I was simply hoping the load kept coming so that I could cum. But my attempt was cut short by his unceremonious withdrawal, making me wince sharply as he yanked out, cum meeting my fingers while they vainly tried to push back to how __close__ I had been. But no. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I wiped myself off with some tissues Andrew handed me. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> I had a bit more time though, working at myself as I finished off Andrew. We came together, my mouth being filled as the climax pulsed through me. <<cumSpray mouth>> <br><br> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I wiped myself off with some tissues Andrew handed me. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <<else>> I had a bit more time though, working at myself as I sucked on Andrew -- and Ethan was sliding up into my vacant pussy. He wasn't gentle or focused on me, but having him inside me helped me get off. The three of us came together, my mouth being filled as the climax <<cumSpray mouth>>pulsed through me and I felt Ethan's copious and viscous load spraying against my slit and mound -- close enough I hoped. <<cumSpray pussy1 mound1 thighs2>> <br><br> There was a moment of awkward laughs as we all were coming down from an explosion of sex and orgasms. I wiped myself off with some tissues Andrew handed me. I gave each of them a tongue and a smile on the way out. <br><br> My neck was sore, my lips swollen, my hair a mess and it seemed like the permanent tang of cum was going to be what I tasted for the rest of my life. <br><br> My legs were weak when I rolled out of the garage. And I was feeling ebullient. Ready to take on the world. <br><br><br> What a fucking [[goodbye|PG003 - HomeVign4]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): Legs up in the air in the backseat of a car */ <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Ethan")>> I had already hooked up with him once, it wouldn't be right to hold out now. <br><br> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Suggestible" "Easy" "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 4>> His words made me feel so wanted in that moment. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3>> He wasn't the worst person to fuck. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')>> And, can't lie. I loved to fuck. Here was another chance. <br><br> <</if>> <<face ahego>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<SexSkill oral>> Our lips met and hunger fueled the next few moments until the car swerved. I saw my life flash in front of my closed eyelids as the tires squealed, what might have happened if I got on that plane... <br><br> And then we weren't making out anymore. My heart was threatening to break my ribcage. "Shit, the road. S-sorry!" He was laughing and simply from looking at him I could tell he and I were experiencing the same things. "Let me just..." He nodded a couple times to himself, leaning forward into the wheel and focusing as he drove onward. The hand that had been at my slid up and in between them without any pretense, just another thing to focus on. <br><br> It nearly melted my frantically pounding heart when I heard his groan upon feeling my pussy. The lack of action. The amount of time he had imagined and thought about this. The //desperation//. <br><br> There was a momentary blip when a knuckle brushed my clit, but he dug into my hole with one digit and then quickly two. I winced and gasped, which he misread, at the sudden entry. My thighs spread to give him better access and I began to sit back in my chair, watching the traffic and road thunder along while his fingers jammed in and pulled back. I reached down to try and guide him and he misread my intentions again, withdrawing his fingers quickly and reaching his hand up to my head. The scent of my pussy invaded my nostrils, the stick of my juices wiped on my face as he pulled, guiding me towards his lap. His thigh bumped against my chin as he held me down while he drove with his knee and undid his jeans with the hand that should have been driving. <br><br> His dick freed, he grabbed the wheel again and used the insistence of his other, wet hand to get me going on him. <br><br> He was already stiff as steel, the heat and pulse of his cock reiterating his horniness as it pressed into my mouth. I began to apply rhythm and pressure, but almost instantly, he grunted, fingers digging into my hair to fight my efforts, "N-nuhuh. Too fast. Just...hold still." He guided me with his hand until he was as deep in my mouth as I could manage. I could feel him resisting the urge to thrust as I sucked and held his meat in there, but he just wanted me to 'warm' him. So I did, nose against his fly, a sticky palm tight against the back of my head and a dick deep between my lips while he drove me to the airport. <br><br> The centripetal force trying to pull me off his cock and against the dash, the dig of the seatbelt across my tits, told me that we were going up into a parking garage. Circling our way up. For privacy. <br><br> Moments later, the car squealed into a parking spot and he pulled up on my hair again, smiling broadly down at me, "God, you're gorgeous. Get back there." A head motion was all he offered as guidance. <br><br> I clambered back, <<skillChecked "Height">> <<if $CC.height gt 0>>thinking to myself -- fucking backseats...never built for people my size,<</if>> and he quickly followed. The adipose of his belly and chest squished up against me as we found one of the only positions that might work in the small car's backseat. He was already poking between my legs as his greedy hands yanked my <<link "top up">><<upper>><<bra>><</link>> to expose my tits. <br><br> My feet were trying for purchase against the back of a seat or headrest, squirming under his pinning weight to try and get some semblance of comfortable and before I was halfway there, he was the whole way //in//. <br><br> I gasped out. He grunted deeply, his stomach down against me as the cock stuck in me to <<linkreplace "the hilt">> <<cumSpray mound3 pussy3 thighs3>> the hilt. <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<set $ACTI.oops = true>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> He was going bare and I could feel every bit of his cock as it invaded me unprotected. <<else>> "F-fuck, condom, Ethan." I squeaked out. <br><br> He shook his head, already thrusting, "Don't. Have any. I'll try." He grunted, eyes half-closing. "to pull--" he stopped talking, thrusts driving down roughly. I doubted his words instantly. Fuck. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> He was urgent. Needy. And incredibly quick. My pussy had just begun to enjoy the feeling of being stuffed, the pull and push of the hard dick against my walls, and he was cumming. "Oh. F-fuck. $CC.name." If the last time he came a lot, he put that time to shame. He came far longer than the fuck lasted and so I watched my friend, Ethan shuddering and grunting as he reacted to the pleasure blasting through him as he blasted inside me. Maybe for the last time ever. <br><br> "God. I've waited so long for that." He laughed and gave a few more pushes between my thighs before he pulled out, looking at my slit and the thick filling he had given me. He smacked his dick against my mound and then leaned back, looking for something as I cocked my hips, trying not to mess up his seat with the rapidly exiting semen. "Uh shit, sorry...nothing to clean that up with." He made a little grimace and shrug, then leaned over me, cock wiping juice and jizz against my stomach and thigh as he popped the backdoor open. "Lemme get your bag." <br><br> He got out of the other door, coming around as I was awkwardly trying to get myself from being on my back and filled to out of the car. He pulled, freeing me from the backseat before too much of his load got anywhere except me. He pulled me close again for a tight hug and kiss, tongue swirling in my mouth. This time there was passion and emotion behind it. Post-coital he was being gentler and lovey. <br><br> He retrieved my bag and pulled me close again, like we were long-distance lovers who were traveling away from each other. He mistook my silence for emotion, "It's okay. It'll be okay. I'll see you soon." <br><br> And with that, he got back in his car and left me to wheel the bag through the parking garage to the terminal, sticking to myself and oozing him until I could get to a bathroom. I got more than enough looks on the way that I was //not// inconspicuous. <br><br> Well, another goodbye in the books. Time to leave that behind and get to my [[gate|ACTI002 - Departure]]. <br><br> <<vCardCheck Ethan M>> <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "ACTI000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkreplace>>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI001-EthanDeny.png">> I jerked back reflexively. While that probably //should// have been my reaction last time, Ethan hadn't been the precipitator but had garnered the benefit. Lucky once did not mean lucky twice. "Ethan. The r-road." A quick excuse. <br><br> "Oh, right. S-sorry." He laughed it off. <br><br> The car became quiet and I extricated my leg from his hand as normally as I could manage. Eventually, I broke the silence, seeing the airport coming into view, "I really appreciate what you said and you not...forming a cabal with them. I know this was hard for you, too. And it will be. But I'll be back." <br><br> "Yeah. You better." Another laugh. <br><br> "Promise." The car had pulled up to the terminal and, carefully, I gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you for the ride, it means a lot to me." <br><br> "Of course. You're one of us. I couldn't leave you stranded with what must feel like the weight of the world on your shoulders." <br><br> He squeezed me tight again and helped me with my bag. Then another hug. <br><br> I pulled free and gave him as ambiguous a smile and wave as I could manage. It was time for me to [[depart|ACTI002 - Departure]].
<<image framed "passage/gy.airport.png">> <<outfit default>> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> Not having to pay for my ticket freed a bit of money for the unexpected. That whole event had been unexpected and not the goodbye I had been seeking out. As distance and time from it grew, the less of a good idea it had seemed, especially as I was swallowing down the emergency contraceptive in the bathroom of the terminal. Well, what better way to avoid and ignore a problem besides put a few thousand miles between you and it? <br><br> <</if>> <<if $ACTI.followed == true>> <<skillChecked "Hometown">> Maybe Nate had other people working with him. Maybe it hadn't been Nate. But if it was -- and that's all I could bank on right now -- I hadn't seen anything of him on my way to <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>JFK<<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">>BHM<<elseif $CC.hometown == "LA">>LAX<<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">>SEA<<elseif $CC.hometown == "NO">>Denver International -- it was a trip, but I had time now.<</if>> And through security, nothing. I couldn't shake the feeling that it just wasn't my skill set, that maybe I was out of my depth and I was being ridiculous thinking I could slip whatever agency my Mom had worked for. I hadn't even known about them. <br><br> <</if>> I settled into my seat at the gate, taking stock of everything and just taking a deep breath. It looked like it was going to be a packed flight, the odd assortment of business travelers, and the rest seemed to be buzzing with the anticipation of an upcoming vacation. I wondered where I fell. I certainly didn't have any business to conduct. I //was// getting away -- maybe I could consider this a vacation. A hiatus. A sabbatical. <br><br> Pulling up my texts, I saw the ream that had come through from <<print $CC.FName>> -- I'd been leaving her on read and that was not fair, especially now. <br><br> I snapped a cute pic. <<call>> <<Doll portrait>> Hey girl, sorry. Grad present from <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>. Vacay! <</call>> <<if $HS.dropOut == true>> I received a quick response: <<call $CC.FName>> <big>😠</big> <br><br> You didn't grad. <</call>> <<else>> <<call $CC.FName>>Wow. That's a shitty reason for MIA.<</call>> <</if>> I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't. <br><br> Swiping my messages away, there was a pang of regret that this was so abrupt -- it would be <<if visited("GY001 - Departure")>>a massive leap into the unknown. Nothing like any trip I had taken before.<<else>>my first real big trip<</if>>. And alone. Resolving to have some fun when I got there, I popped earbuds in and scrolled through my playlist, nudged my roller bag between my knees and rested my head on the handlebar. Waiting for boarding to be called gave me some time to learn about my destination. Better now than never. <br><br> Last step was board. That was it. Then I'd be in <<if $ACTI.ticket == 1>> [[Manila|ACTI003 - Manila Arrival]]. <<elseif $ACTI.ticket == 2>> [[Bangkok|ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude]]. <<elseif $ACTI.ticket == 3>> [[Tallinn|ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude]]. <</if>>
<<if $ACTI.oops == true>> <<face hurt1>> The cramping on the plane was awful and I got well acquainted with the plane bathroom, but everything seemed to have settled by the time we landed in Estonia. <br><br> <<set $ACTI.oops = false>> <</if>> I was fucking //exhausted//. It's incredible to me how simply sitting, watching some movies, listening to music, reading a magazine or a book -- all could just knock you flat on your ass. I slept what I could, and maybe that was my mistake. <br><br> My eyes were bleary as we fell into our approach. The immigration cards were passed out for easy entry and I began to fill mine out as we bounced onto the tarmac, finally arriving in Tallinn. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/tallinn.airplane.png">> Yawning, I deplaned with the masses -- all scrabbling to get off the aluminum cigarette faster than anyone else. I was jostled and bumped, but I didn't care. I didn't really have anywhere to go besides where I was. I was...here. And...now what. <br><br><br> Pulling out my phone, I went to sign into the WiFi so I could plan my next steps...and saw a notification from my provider that there was no service. <<linkexpand "Fuck.">> Fuck. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Stability">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value is 0>> <<face hurt1 runny>> And that must have been the straw. Suddenly, I found myself in the bathroom, bawling my eyes out into my palms, hunched in a stall. The insanity of all of this hit me like a ton of bricks and I was //freaking// ''out''. It was probably a good fifteen minutes of irrational thought -- grab a return ''now''; I was going to die; sex slavery; I'd never see home again -- and then, I think my emotional batteries were simply drained. No more tears came, so I was able to get myself together with some semblance of resolve and clean up. Nothing to do but soldier on, I guess. <br><br><br> <</if>> I hadn't thought of changing my cell plan before leaving -- it's incredible what you forget when you're rushing these giant life choices. <<skillChecked "Inventory">> <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> Luckily, I had an extra phone on-hand that was more ready to accept a new provider, cash for time, so my burner became my main cell. <<else>> Moving through the Terminal I couldn't find anything beyond a Duty Free. I'd have to figure something out sooner rather than later, but who was I trying to call anyway? <</if>> <br><br> It was the largest airport in Estonia. But, that was Estonia. Walking through the terminal, I felt like I was in a midwestern airport in the States rather than a capital, international hub. <br><br> I was thankful to see the symbols of Euro, knowing that it'd be relatively easy here from a money standpoint, so I tugged my single roller bag behind me and made my way to the ground transportation. <br><br> As I walked, I considered -- where am I going? <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>> I had picked this place because it had been away, 'same'-ish and probably fun, so I guess downtown? Find some fun? Estonia had to have //something// interesting to do. <<else>>She had been here, but where had she been? Did I come here with designs of hunting down a spy? Run into her randomly on the street? Pick up the trail like she was Carmen Sandiego? It was a small country, but even in Providence, Rhode Island, there were innumerable places to go, things to do...places to hide. Hm. <</if>>So before getting too far from the gate, I dropped into a chair to consult my phone while I had WiFi access. The seat struck me as something out of the 60s or 70s: vibrant color stripes with the hint of padding. Better than simple hard plastic, though. <br><br><br> Something central. Oh. The map practically drew your idea right towards Old Town. Seemed like everything was there. Hotels, night life, business -- Old Town seemed pretty 'now'. I wanted my money to stretch, so I settled on a hostel on the northern side of Old Town and shrugged to myself. Better than nothing. <br><br> After seeing the map, I knew that I wasn't that far from where I needed to go so I kept the cost low and grabbed a bus to the city center. <br><br> No eye contact, not a word of English. Climbing onboard the driver said something to me that sounded vaguely Hebrew? I smiled and nodded. <br><br> I grabbed a seat and looked around as we pulled out of the airport, it was quiet and relatively empty. The day workers coming back from shifts at the airport. Beleaguered travelers like myself. <br><br> There was a tension in the air and I couldn't quite place why. <br><br><br> And twenty minutes or so later, we arrived in [[Old Town|ACTI003 - OldTown]]. <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI003-OldTown.png">> <div id ="old"> We passed within //walls// and deposited in what felt like another time and place. It was majestically maintained: parapets, brick and stonework buildings, cobblestone roads. My bag thumped along behind me as I navigated the narrow sidewalk, doing my best to remember which direction my hostel was in. The looks I got let me know that travelers were an unusual sight, both curious and critical. <br><br> I was pleasantly surprised to arrive at what looked less like a hostel and more like a church. Young people were milling about and smiling pleasantly to me as I came up the steps -- another welcome change from the walk over. The interior was clean and well-maintained, a common area with people working on laptops, and then the front desk, "Tere, kuidas ma saan sind aidata?" <br><br> With a broad smile and tight eyes, "Uh, hi?" <br><br> "Ah, American?" I nodded and chuckled it off, "Not many of you around nowadays." <br><br> "Oh?" <br><br> "Have you been to Pirita?" <br><br> "I just arrived." <br><br> "Well today it has a perfect view of Russian wargames." She said with an icy tone, sarcasm and displeasure as one. "Anyway. Name?" <br><br> "Oh, yeah. I just made a reservation, <<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>?" <br><br> She squared me away with a small room upstairs and I thanked her as I moved away from the desk, looking for where she had directed me. Wargames. That's fucking ominous. When I had decided on Tallinn, I figured that there being two to three //countries// between here and the war that there wouldn't be anything to worry about. <br><br> Suddenly, a bright and shining male face popped into view, "Welcome!" He didn't have the same accent that she did, but it was a hostel, people traveled. <br><br> "Uh, thanks." This was a lot. <br><br> "Pavel, and you are?" He extended his hand. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "So you just arrived, I heard. And American?" <br><br> "Accent gave me away?" <br><br> "Yes, and the stickers on your bag." There were airline tags, but given the text was small, I didn't even consider that they would be readable. <br><br> "Oh, well...yeah." I shrugged, "I should be getting to my room--" <br><br> "Oh, of course. I'll let you go, maybe I'll see you around?" It was a kind smile. <br><br> "Sure thing, Pavel. Nice to meet you." <br><br> He shook my hand and said something that sounded like Ciao, so I said Ciao back and headed up the stairs and to the hole in the wall that would be my room. I tore the labels off my bag and looked at them again. I guess that the American Airlines was an indicator, if you knew the logo, but the rest of it looked like gobbledygook. There was no way that any of the airline code said I was American. Whatever. I'm being too weird about it. They were just on high alert for people from the West. And for good reason. There were fucking boats in the water shooting at each other as a show of strength that the looming bear nearby could levy destruction and conquest their way if and when it decided to. <br><br> I needed a shower. Clean the travel off me, relax, and get a fresh start. I grabbed a towel and <<linkexpand "stripped down.">> <<outfit towel>> stripped down. I tied the towel around myself, feeling the cool air infiltrating the short length all up and down my thighs, pussy and ass as I stepped into the hall and <<linkexpand "headed to the communal showers.">> headed to the communal showers. <<outfit naked>> <br><br><br> The showers were pretty clean -- not the nightmare that you'd expect from a hostel. The water was warm and the water pressure decent. I cleaned off with a deep, body shuddering sigh, letting the water rush over me before drying off and heading back to my room. A little pep to my step and far less concerned with the length of the towel now that I felt refreshed. And seemed no one was on the floor at the moment. <br><br> Back in the room I threw on some <<linkexpand "clean clothes">> <<outfit default>> and headed back out, determined to make nice with <<link "Pavel">> <<replace "#old" t8n>> And there he was, a relatively non-descript, sinewy guy with brown hair, brown eyes and just a touch older than me, if I had to guess. "Hey, Pavel." I casually sat myself in a seat next to him -- he seemed alone and focused on his laptop. <br><br> "Oh, uh hey, <<print $CC.name>>. How's the room?" <<skillChecked "Perception" "Investigation">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> <<Stats Perception ++>> He shut the lid of his laptop quickly as soon as he registered me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 1>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> And it wasn't like he was watching porn. Seemed like he was in the midst of some Telegram-like chat. <<else>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <</if>> <</if>> "Fine, this is all surprisingly...nice?" <br><br> "Absolutely. So. what are you doing here? What brings you to this corner of the world? I'm doing a bit of startup work and this is kind of a startup hostel. Lots of blockchain things happen in Estonia." <br><br> "Oh, <<skillChecked "Learning">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 3>> <<Stats Learning ++>> cool! <<else>> <<Stats Learning ++>> cool? <</if>> Uh, would it be weird if I said it was kind of a dartboard thing?" <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>>Because, essentially, that's what it was.<<else>>The lie was not quite a full lie, but would serve me for now.<</if>> <br><br> "Huh. Should have ended up in the water then, got lucky landing on water." <br><br> "Well, I was close to dropping into the Baltic, right?" I joked back. I noticed that he didn't seem gay, but despite being in a miniskirt, his eyes hadn't once dropped to try and peek, let alone look at my legs. Weird. <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>And kinda offensive.<<else>>But glad about it.<</if>> "So, what's there fun to do?" <br><br> "Wanna go out with us tonight? Me and some guys were planning on heading out if you wanted to meet up here a bit later...?" <br><br> Hm. Didn't know him from Adam... <<crossroads #old>> <<path>> But it would be good to have a host... <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<set $ACTI.Tallinn = 1>> "Sure!" <br><br> "Great! See you down here in...a couple hours?" <<skillChecked "Need for attention">> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>I got up, giving him a quick peck on the cheek -- craving some kind of non friendzone attention from him. He smiled in surprise and didn't jerk back. Yes! Pleased, I headed back to my room.<<else>>Wow, I don't know the last time I felt so comfortable just hanging out with a strange guy. I got up and headed back to my room.<</if>> A little last look over my shoulder: he was already deeply involved with his laptop again. <br><br> Comfortable and cozy with plans made for me and not having to do this whole crazy thing alone, I grabbed a nap. I was out like a light, even with the lights on. <br><br> I was startled awake, absolutely freaking out in my new shoebox of a room as my phone alarm woke me up. My heart was pounding. Something was wrong. And then, I remembered how I got here and that it was time for me to get ready and have some fun. <br><br> Laughing at my ridiculousness, I donned my <<linkexpand "dress">> <<outfit naked>> <<waiting 1.5s>> <<timed 1.5s t8n>> <<outfit underwear>> <<waiting 1.5s>> <<next 1.5s>> <<outfit club>>dress, and headed downstairs to meet Pavel and his friends so that we could party out in the dimming medieval streets of [[Old Town|ACTI004 - TallinnNightOut]]. <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> ...or try things myself <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Social -->> <<set $ACTI.Tallinn = 0>> "Oh uh--" I wasn't sure quite how to respond. He was literally a new person in a strange town and a guy. I didn't feel like throwing in with him and his 'guys'. <br><br> "Totally get it." His hands came up instantly, warding off the rejection and my worries together, "If you change your mind, feel free to meet me here in a couple hours." I nodded and got up, not sure how to continue the conversation now, "Oh, just a word of advice -- dangerous time here and being American? Keep it to yourself?" A knowing, slightly condescending tone. <br><br> "Not sure I can hide how I talk..." I tried to laugh it off, though it didn't make me feel safe. Maybe I //had// made the right choice? <br><br> "I know. Well, we'll be here." And he was back to his laptop, shifting his body to block the screen as he opened the device again. So I headed back to my room to get ready, mulling those things over and feeling even less confident about this crazy choice that I had made. <br><br> I spent too much time online, trying to google my way into finding information about being safe and good/bad areas of Tallinn and the current political climate, but it didn't make me feel more comfortable, even as I donned my <<outfit club>>, and headed onto the dimming medieval streets of [[Old Town|ACTI004 - TallinnNightOut]]. <</crossroads>> <</replace>> <</link>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
<<outfit club>> <<if $ACTI.Tallinn == 1>> Pavel and the guys were such a slavic stereotype, I couldn't help but laugh. Track suits, shirts unbuttoned deeply, gold chains, slick hair. But Pavel received the end of my laugh as an excited smile, "Wow! You look excited. Guys, this is <<print $CC.name>>." And there it was: these guys were eyeing me over. Eh, whatever, we were going out. I was wearing this dress. <br><br> "Yeah! So, show me Tallinn!" <br><br> We popped out of the hostel and on the way to our destination I was introduced to the other four guys. Oleg was a meaty, squat man with a brow that wouldn't quit. Artyom wouldn't quit hitting his vape pen. Gennady didn't make a sound as he walked, despite the crisp leather dress shoes on the cobblestone. Dima wouldn't stop walking behind me and staring at my ass, even when I called him out about it. "Dima! Come on, join us and stop looking at my ass." <br><br> "Elle?" The name stopped me squarely in the middle of the street. It was directed at me and the fact that it came from a feminine voice made me immediately think she was //her//. I spun, prepared to see my mother standing right there on the streets of the Baltic capital. <br><br> "Oh." She was a blonde, in her mid-40's or so with a deep, unmistakable and arresting beauty. She both seemed to immediately recognize her mistake and be even more confused as we met eyes: they were blue-green and held a sadness and withdrew from me as soon as we made contact. <br><br> Dima chuckled, finally alongside me now that I had stopped. Pavel had pivoted, calling back to me, "Come on, <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> I moved over towards her. There was a desperation in my movement that had her take a step back. Her eyes were considering the men I was with. <<if $Stats.Skills["Perception"].value gt 1>><<Stats Perception ++>>I felt Dima continuing to follow me, his presence notable since he hadn't been this close at any point on our walk before.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>><</if>> <br><br> "Why...did you say that name?" It was like she had splashed chum in the water and I was a shark on the hunt. <br><br> "Mistaken identity, I'm sorry." Her accent was very similar to Pavel's. And all his friends. A little conclave of his nation on the streets of Tallinn? Accidentally? That's weird. <br><br> "Who's. Elle." I was right in front of her. The words barely escaped my tight throat. I felt Dima's hand on my upper arm: masculine and controlling. I pulled forward from his grasp without even thinking, barely noticing his grip tightening ''hard''. <br><br> She was leaning in to me and then a short, quick phrase: <<linkexpand "\"Duck.\"">> <<face shock>> "Duck". <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.Skills["Coordination"].value gt 1>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> It was instinctive and I moved fluidly without really thinking. Then Dima was dropping. His hand unclenching my arm and he was yelping in surprise. <br><br> I could smell the tang of iron on the air, there was the immediate yells of Pavel and the guys, and the __pew__, slow and methodical. The first one had been right after she had told me to duck. <br><br> I felt her pass me as whatever was happening...happened. Louder reports of return fire echoed off the stones around me. Plaster crumbled under impacts, I felt air disturbed far too close to me -- I felt it: it was too close. It was a firefight and all I could think of was, "If I stay still, they can't see me." Crouched, hands tight over my head, nose pressed to the tops of my thighs, just a curled up ball in the middle of the street in a dress. It was ridiculous. But I didn't need encouragement. <br><br> There was groaning, the sound of dress shoes retreating down the street and the random pot-shots taken in retreat. I remained deathly still. I wondered if I had been shot. <<if $Memories.includes("Nearly Killed")>>I didn't really remember being shot before and the conflagration felt as sudden and as scary as before, so maybe I had been. Again.<<else>>I'd never been shot before and didn't know how it felt.<</if>> A few more of the suppressed spits and then it was quiet. <br><br> I jerked when I felt the gentle caress on my bare back, "Come with me. Now." It was gentle, yet impossible to argue with. I scrambled up and along with her, my heels clicking rapidly against the cobbles as I looked back at the devastation in her wake. <br><br> Dima was laying there, still as if asleep. So was Oleg and Artyom. They were not asleep. I registered the black, sleek object in her hand. She carried it with a cool confidence that scared me: when had it appeared, //where// had it come from, and why was I only just now realizing that this woman had a fucking gun in her hand. And had killed those guys. <br><br><br> "What--" <br><br> "The fuck, right?" She chuckled and shook her head as if we were sharing this moment as comrades. As if we had both just been tools of violence. "You look //so// much like her. You're her daughter, yes?" <br><br> I didn't know how to respond. Unnerved and about to just devolve into a flood of tears. In less than five seconds, the thought of my mother -- and her disappearance -- had been thrust into my consciousness, shattering what would have been a fun night and then carnage and death. And now we were running. Why was I going with her? Was she about to kill me? <br><br> We were in a car. She thrust the pistol between her thighs, sticking up like a dildo as she pulled off into the narrow streets. "They had no idea who you were, I don't think." <br><br> "And you //do//?" I coughed out, the wetness battling in my eyes was thick in my throat. <br><br><br> She reached over, kindly, brushing my cheek and tucking some hair behind one of my ears, "I knew Elle. We worked together. I owe her this. Now. Where to send you. It's not safe here." She laughed as if it were another joking matter, "[[Clearly|ACTI005 - LeavingTallinn]]". <<else>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> Duck? Duck w--? I froze, Dima was yanking me back and I moved like a stiff board, clumsily yanked back out into the street as he was grunting and falling back with me -- always behind me, always. His grip on my arm yanking me harder as he stumbled and I was thrown onto the cobbles roughly, splayed out on the street. <br><br> I could smell the tang of iron on the air. I saw this woman moving forward, ignoring my tumble and with a steely focus in her eyes. __Pew__. __Pew__. __Pew__. Slow, methodical. There was a sleek black gun kicking back in her hands. The first one had been right after she told me to duck. <br><br> Pavel and the guys were yelling. I saw them scattering down the street, Oleg was already laying still and the others had gotten out their own firearms, responding. I was glad to have been laying flat, as small of a target as possible as I watched her walking //towards// them like an insane person. Plaster crumbled as bullets made contact with the old facades of buildings. <br><br> And then, as sudden as it had all begun. It was over. They were retreating down the street and taking random pot-shots. She was stepping over to Artyom, who had also been dropped. Summarily pulled the trigger twice as she stood over him, then to Oleg, the same. Then back towards me. Was I about to die? Like a crab, I began to try and drag myself away, my heels not able to catch at the street stones. <br><br> Dima groaning, stopped after she finished him off. Then, making eye contact with me, she reached out a hand and I jerked back, turning my head and closing my eyes. Then I realized it was //not// the gun hand. "Come with me. Now." It was gentle, yet impossible to argue with. <br><br> I scrambled up and along with her, my heels clicking rapidly against the cobbles as I looked back at the devastation in her wake. <br><br> Then the pistol in her hand. She carried it with a cool confidence that scared me: when had it appeared, //where// had it come from, and why was I only just now realizing that this woman had a fucking gun in her hand. And had killed those guys. <br><br><br> "What--" <br><br> "The fuck, right?" She chuckled and shook her head as if we were sharing this moment as comrades. As if we had both just been tools of violence. "You look //so// much like her. You're her daughter, yes?" <br><br> I didn't know how to respond. Unnerved and about to just devolve into a flood of tears. In less than five seconds, the thought of my mother -- and her disappearance -- had been thrust into my consciousness, shattering what would have been a fun night and then carnage and death. And now we were running. Why was I going with her? Was she about to kill me? <br><br> We were in a car. She thrust the pistol between her thighs, sticking up like a dildo as she pulled off into the narrow streets. "They had no idea who you were, I don't think." <br><br> "And you //do//?" I coughed out, the wetness battling in my eyes was thick in my throat. <br><br><br> She reached over, kindly, brushing my cheek and tucking some hair behind one of my ears, "I knew Elle. We worked together. I owe her this. Now. Where to send you. It's not safe here." She laughed as if it were another joking matter, "[[Clearly|ACTI005 - LeavingTallinn]]". <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I found a side exit, trying to avoid the off-chance at seeing Pavel and his friends. <br><br> I think the wargames happening on the doorstep of the small Baltic state probably had something to do with how quiet the streets were. I had picked out a cute little spot called Depeche Mode Baar. Theming obvious. It didn't seem like some 'hot' and crazy spot, but it had great ratings and seemed like it could offer a sedate evening or a wild one, depending on me. <br><br> It was a short walk, which I was thankful for -- heels and cobblestones did //not// mix. And then I was stopped short: "Elle?" It was directed at me and the feminine tone made me immediately think it was //her//. I spun, prepared to see my mother standing right there on the streets of the Baltic capital. "Oh." She was a blonde, in her mid-40's or so with a deep, unmistakable and arresting beauty. She both seemed to immediately recognize her mistake and be even more confused as we met eyes: they were blue-green and held a sadness and withdrew from me as soon as we made contact. <br><br> I moved over towards her. There was a desperation in my movement that had her take a step back. "Why...did you say that name?" It was like she had splashed chum in the water and I was a shark on the hunt. <br><br> "Mistaken identity, I'm sorry." And I was diffused. I stopped again and watched her retreat, fumbling at a doorway and that made me feel like a pervert, invading her life. I turned and continued my way <<linkexpand "down the street.">> down the street. <br><br><br> All the questions and confusion flooded back into my head moments later, I shook my head confused as to why I stopped pursuing so easily. I looked back, but she was gone. And with no other options, I made my way to the Baar. <br><br> It would have served as any dive bar in the states. Small booths, kitschy decor (thumb-tacked photos of the band on a corkboard, albums and clippings on the walls) and a dark room illuminated with neon and video screens playing their music videos. <br><br> Mostly male, a good bit of what I associated with Russian flavor: tracksuits, shirts open too deeply, gold chains. Well, when in Rome! <br><br> I shouldered my way to the bar and avoided using words as much as possible, just pointing to what I wanted and paying for a 'Red Beer' rather than a 'Dark Beer', though both were 'flavored with Depeche Mode.' <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>!" Once again, I was pulled by my thoughts and...there was Pavel. "Crazy coincidence! You have good taste in bars." He was flanked with who I assumed were 'his guys,' four dudes that very much fit in with the vibe. Oleg was a meaty, squat man with a brow that wouldn't quit. Artyom wouldn't quit hitting his vape pen. Gennady seemed to fade away into the crowd of them, quiet and reserved. Dima wouldn't staring at my ass, even I moved to make it difficult. <br><br> "Yeah, crazy to see you here. Well, how do you cheers here?" <br><br> Dima leaned forward, his hand taking the opportunity to get a feel, "Vashe zdorov'ye." I repeated the words as best I could, lifting my beer with theirs and we <<linkexpand "began the night.">> began the night. <br><br><br> I wouldn't say that DM really had great dance music, but it let you do a two-step and bounce. Pavel paid for the rest of my rounds and I was getting a pretty serious buzz going. <<if $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value gt 2>>And it wasn't too long before I was letting the back of my dress flash Dima.<<else>>I had to catch myself and stop Dima as he kept getting adventurous with my rear end.<</if>> I let the inhibitions drop away and started to consider...were they all back at the hostel? Hostels were kind of all about sex...which of them might I be down to fuck? <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>//If// I was into men. Fuck it, I could still enjoy the play even if I wouldn't follow through.<</if>> <div id="fake"> <<crossroads #fake>> <<path>> Pavel <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> He was the one I was most comfortable with, seemed to be the least predatory. Maybe. We'll see. <br><br> I mis-stepped and fell into him, pulling his hips against mine by his ass. It had started as a trip while I was dancing along to "Personal Jesus," but my brain had taken the opportunity to try and make the moment magic. He just smiled at me as I pulled back, awkwardly, "Fuck hehe sorry guys, I think the travel has gotten to me...I should probably head back." <br><br> "Of course...we'll walk you back and head somewhere else after." Pavel nodded and with a chin motion, the guys rolled out, with me in tow. <br><br> As soon as we got outside, was disappointed that Pavel hadn't followed up my opener. I wondered if he saw the 'not interested?' in my eyes as I looked over at him in surprise. <<path>> Oleg <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <br><br> That beefiness made me wonder if he was a beast in bed. Could he manhandle me? Toss me around? Maybe. We'll see. <br><br> I mis-stepped and fell into him, my hands squeezing his thick arms. It had started as a trip while I was dancing along to "Personal Jesus," but my brain had taken the opportunity to try and make the moment magic. He just smiled at me as I pulled back, awkwardly, "Fuck hehe sorry guys, I think the travel has gotten to me...I should probably head back." <br><br> "Of course...we'll walk you back and head somewhere else after." Pavel nodded and with a chin motion, the guys rolled out, with me in tow. <br><br> As soon as we got outside, was disappointed that Oleg hadn't followed up my opener. I wondered if he saw the 'take me' in my eyes as I looked over at him in surprise. <<path>> Gennady <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <br><br> I wondered if he was this quiet in bed. Did his fluidity speak to the way he moved and maneuvered with someone else? Maybe. We'll see. <br><br> I mis-stepped and fell into him, my fingers sliding over the front of his pants. It had started as a trip while I was dancing along to "Personal Jesus," but my brain had taken the opportunity to try and make the moment magic. He just smiled at me as I pulled back, awkwardly, "Fuck hehe sorry guys, I think the travel has gotten to me...I should probably head back." <br><br> "Of course...we'll walk you back and head somewhere else after." Pavel nodded and with a chin motion, the guys rolled out, with me in tow. <br><br> As soon as we got outside, was disappointed that Gennady hadn't followed up my opener. I wondered if he saw the 'don't disappear on me' in my eyes as I looked over at him in surprise. <<path>> Artyom <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <br><br> His oral fixation made my pussy tingle. Would he pull at my clit the same way he did that pen? Maybe. We'll see. <br><br> I mis-stepped and fell into him, my lips meeting his cheek. It had started as a trip while I was dancing along to "Personal Jesus," but my brain had taken the opportunity to try and make the moment magic. He just smiled at me as I pulled back, awkwardly, "Fuck hehe sorry guys, I think the travel has gotten to me...I should probably head back." <br><br> "Of course...we'll walk you back and head somewhere else after." Pavel nodded and with a chin motion, the guys rolled out, with me in tow. <br><br> As soon as we got outside, was disappointed that Artyom hadn't followed up my opener. I wondered if he saw the 'come here' in my eyes as I looked over at him in surprise. <<path>> Dima <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <br><br> I liked his hands and eyes constantly being on me. I wondered if he was into any position besides doggy. Maybe. We'll see. <br><br> I mis-stepped and stumbled into Dima, "Fuck hehe sorry guys, I think the travel has gotten to me...I should probably head back." A slight motion of my hips to get his hands off my rear, and then I just relented. <br><br> "Of course...we'll walk you back and head somewhere else after." Pavel nodded and with a chin motion, the guys rolled out, with me in tow. <br><br> As soon as we got outside, I felt Dima let go of my ass and I felt a bit of disappointment. I wondered if he saw the 'put the hand back' in my eyes as I looked over at him in surprise. <<contentsShared>> <br><br> <<include "ACTI005 - TallinnNightOut_Fight">> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI005-TallinnNightOut_Fight.png">> "This way, <<print $CC.name>>. Don't get distracted now." Pavel chuckled and lightly guided me by the arm. <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills["Perception"].value gt 1>> <<Stats Perception ++>> Wait. This wasn't the right way. Well...maybe they knew the city better than I did. I //was// drunk. <</if>> <br><br> I thought I could taste the salt water on the air, feeling the moisture in the air and hearing the lap of water. But our hostel wasn't by the water side. <br><br> Pavel suddenly was grabbing my arm and yelling out in what sounded like...Russian? His grip was firm and I was being yanked backwards, out of the street. It sounded like someone was spitting. All the guys were yelling. And then there was the unmistakable sound of gunfire -- Pavel was shooting -- and the tang of iron on the air. <br><br> I flattened myself against the wall, freaking out and thankful for the bulletproof armor of the alcohol as I watched the night-lit street explode in chaos. Dima was on the ground, groaning. I felt the plaster of the building next to me crumble and raining on my head. <br><br> And then Pavel was coming back at me -- fast. Grabbing for my arm. An impact happened right beside my head, the plasterwork exploding and caused him to duck away and back towards the water, firing pot-shots that made me jerk every time. <br><br> She melted out of the darkness: the woman from the street. Ms. Mistaken Identity. She was stepping over to Artyom, who had also been dropped. Summarily pulled the trigger twice as she stood over him, then to Oleg, the same. Then back towards me. Was I about to die? Like a crab, I began to try and drag myself away, my heels not able to catch at the street stones. <br><br> Dima groaning, stopped after she finished him off. Then, making eye contact with me, she reached out a hand and I jerked back, turning my head and closing my eyes. Then I realized it was //not// the gun hand. "Come with me. Now." It was gentle, yet impossible to argue with. <br><br> I scrambled along with her, my heels clicking rapidly against the cobbles as I looked back at the devastation in her wake. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/ACTI005-TNOF.png">> Then the pistol in her hand. She carried it with a cool confidence that scared me: when had it appeared, //where// had it come from, and why was I only just now realizing that this woman had a fucking gun in her hand. And had killed those guys. <br><br><br> "What--" <br><br> "The fuck, right?" She chuckled and shook her head as if we were sharing this moment as comrades. As if we had both just been tools of violence. "You look //so// much like her. You're her daughter, yes?" <br><br> I didn't know how to respond. Unnerved and about to just devolve into a flood of tears. In less than five seconds, the thought of my mother -- and her disappearance -- had been thrust into my consciousness, shattering what would have been a fun night and then carnage and death. And now we were running. Why was I going with her? Was she about to kill me? <br><br> We were in a car. She thrust the pistol between her thighs, sticking up like a dildo as she pulled off into the narrow streets. "They had no idea who you were, I don't think." <br><br> "And you //do//?" I coughed out, the wetness battling in my eyes was thick in my throat. <br><br><br> She reached over, kindly, brushing my cheek and tucking some hair behind one of my ears, "I knew Elle. We worked together. I owe her this. Now. Where to send you. It's not safe here." She laughed as if it were another joking matter, "[[Clearly|ACTI005 - LeavingTallinn]]."
<<image framed "passage/ACTI005-LeavingTallinn.png">> We were heading to the airport. I hadn't even been here eight hours but Dominika wouldn't hear anything else, "I'll get your things and send them after you." <br><br> "How?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized how ridiculous they were. If she had just taken on those guys, she would be able to find a way into my room at a fucking hostel. <br><br> "You //cannot// stay here. What you just witnessed was a small proxy fight. Ukraine isn't just in Ukraine. And those weren't Estonians." <br><br> "You sound just like them." <br><br> She shrugged, "Many roads lead to Rome." <br><br> "Isn't it //all//?" <br><br> "Your road was about to be in a container ship on the way back to the Motherland. You might have even ended up at a Sparrow school like I did. Unwilling, but they'd break you, of course." <br><br> "How are you so--" <br><br> "Sounds better than a sex slave, right? That was the other possibility. Young American girl on her own here? Perfect target. I have no idea when they decided on you, but I'm glad I ran into you. And that I knew you." There was a wave of sadness that seeped through her calm demeanor. I wondered if it spoke to other situations where she hadn't stepped in. Or wished she had. <br><br><br> The car ride was quiet and then, "Sparrow school? Wait." She laughed. <br><br> "You'd think they'd do a bit more to protect me, don't you." She sighed and looked over at me, the airport coming into view, "Your mother was the American version of me, honestly. Or the Sparrows. We had a joke back at school. Before I..." <br><br> "Turned?" <br><br> She nodded, "When the Americans tried to copy our training we were belittling them. There's an American version of the same kind of bird: swallows. Which has its own humor to it." A flash of dirty joke flickered through her eyes. <br><br> "Red sparrows and--" <br><br> "Blue Swallows. Yeah." <br><br> "Fuck. You're serious." She nodded. "So, she..." <br><br> "Honey. Whether its business, life, love, we have something that men do not. And if we try and ignore that -- well, we better be fucking incredible at whatever it is we're doing, because we're only harming ourselves." <br><br> "Well, you seem fucking incredible." <br><br> "Thank you. I had the drop on them and they're preying on the weak." That hurt, but whether or not she had meant it, she was right. <br><br><br> We were in the parking garage and getting out of the car. I wondered if she was confident that no one was following us, that we were safe, or if those checks and considerations were so subconscious that they didn't even seem to be happening. She was on her phone as we walked towards the familiar terminal. We looked so different -- //were// so different -- me in my going-out dress and her in just normal everyday wear. She should be the one leaving on a flight, not me. <br><br> "Oh. //Oh//. Honey. Did come here...for her?" She looked up from her phone, her countenance far more human. Caring. Maternal? <br><br> <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>> "No. Why. Is she here?" <br><br> She gave my bare shoulder a squeeze, "Not for a long time. Just lucky, then. Very lucky. I hope you keep that luck going." <br><br> <<else>> I didn't respond, but she could __absolutely__ read me. She gave my bare shoulder a squeeze, "Hasn't been here a long time. Wow. You are her daughter. How'd you know to come here? Keep that up, okay?" <br><br> <</if>> "Why. America is just--" I cut myself off as I saw her at the kiosk. Manila. Philippines. A chill ran down my spine. Memories came to the forefront. I got real quiet and didn't say a thing, I think, until I got on the plane. <br><br> "I'm not sure what happens from here, but these are my instructions." She handed me the flimsy paper ticket. She leaned in and hugged me. The person that she had become, the intrusion into my personal space made me tense: she was a killer. A real spy. And then my eyes were wet. So was my mom. //This// was her. In a way. <br><br> As she broke the hug and squeezed my arms again, leaning in close for her last words, "Thank you for showing up. Now I know." And she kissed my forehead. My mom hadn't done that before, but it felt like it was her version of the same thing. <br><br><br> I made my way to my flight: across the world to some island nation. I wondered if she also had a daughter some place, if there was a carbon copy of me in her [[life|ACTI003 - Manila Arrival]].
<<if $ACTI.oops == true>> <<face hurt1>> The cramping on the plane was awful and I got well acquainted with the plane bathroom, but everything seemed to have settled by the time we landed in Thailand. <br><br> <<set $ACTI.oops = false>> <</if>> I was fucking //exhausted//. It's incredible to me how simply sitting, watching some movies, listening to music, reading a magazine or a book -- all could just knock you flat on your ass. I slept what I could, and maybe that was my mistake. <br><br> My eyes were bleary as we fell into our approach. The immigration cards were passed out for easy entry and I began to fill mine out as we bounced onto the tarmac, finally arriving in Bangkok. An unbidden thought popped into my head: something about this trip made me feel like it took six years to get to this place. Hyperbole, I know, but that's what it felt like...a destination far too long in the arrival. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/bangkok.airplane.png">> Yawning, I deplaned with the masses -- all scrabbling to get off the aluminum cigarette faster than anyone else. I was jostled and bumped, but I didn't care. I didn't really have anywhere to go besides where I was. I was...here. And...now what. <br><br> Pulling out my phone, I went to sign into the WiFi so I could plan my next steps...and saw a notification from my provider that there was no service. <<linkexpand "Fuck.">> Fuck. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Stable" "Inventory">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value is 0>> <<face hurt1 runny>> And that must have been the straw. Suddenly, I found myself in the bathroom, bawling my eyes out into my palms, hunched in a stall. The insanity of all of this hit me like a ton of bricks and I was //freaking// ''out''. It was probably a good fifteen minutes of irrational thought -- grab a return ''now''; I was going to die; sex slavery; I'd never see home again -- and then, I think my emotional batteries were simply drained. No more tears came, so I was able to get myself together with some semblance of resolve and clean up. Nothing to do but soldier on, I guess. <br><br><br> <</if>> I hadn't thought of changing my cell plan before leaving -- it's incredible what you forget when you're rushing these giant life choices. <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> Luckily, I had an extra phone on-hand that was more ready to accept a new provider, cash for time, so my burner became my main cell. <<else>> Moving through the Terminal I couldn't find anything beyond a Duty Free. I'd have to figure something out sooner rather than later, but who was I trying to call anyway? <</if>> <br><br> Finding my footing again, I headed towards immigration, following the dual English and Thai signs to the scary looking immigration line. Despite the paper card, pre-filled out and designed to expedite the process, this was going to take a while. Maybe I had a precog moment and //this// is what was going to take six years. All of these people wanting to arrive in Bangkok and held back by the claws of progress. There had to be a more efficient way. Maybe more staff? <br><br> Maybe I was just really tired. And angry. <br><br> As I finally approached the immigration officer with his hard stare, I wondered if spies did this. If my mom had followed these very steps, or if they had like a back door way into their 'ops'. <br><br> It did afford me time on the WiFi to source a cheap hostel across town. Six miles. Ugh. <br><br> He asked a few questions in broken English and accepted the reasoning of me being here as Tourism. I mean, it was, essentially. Why wouldn't he accept it. Why would an American be here anyway. Business maybe. <br><br> That annoying step done, I was glad to have just brought the roller bag so I skipped the wait at baggage claim and headed to ground transportation, where the cars and travelers all seemed to be watched over by statues of Hindu gods and monsters. <br><br> Dropping down a level to avoid the expensive rip-off 'private taxis,' I was slapped in the face by the heat and humidity. It was massively built up and bustling. It lined up with the concept I had of the place. Bangkok. <br><br> The transport options weren't very appealing, but it seemed the accepted, common way was the motorcycle taxi. And it was cheap. One nodded me over and he helped me latch my bag onto the 'luggage rack' and bungee'd it on. <br><br> Climbing on the back of a motorbike, I pulled knees round some guy's hips, and it brought sexual tension to mind instinctively. And it I had to pull myself tight up against him: there was no way to hide between my thighs, so better it to be close to him than on display for everyone on the street. <br><br> No helmet, no pads, barely a word of 'ready' and he pulled into the frantic traffic, hands tight on the bar. <br><br> It was an absolute //rush//. We weaved between vehicles tangled in traffic, and I was absolutely white-knuckle by the time he hopped the curb and onto the sidewalk, dodging foot-traffic to avoid the ''actual'' traffic. <br><br> And despite his skill and knowledge, most of the travel was being stuck behind vehicles pouring out exhaust and making the heady heat feel oppressive. I started trying to will the lights green as I felt the sweat trickle down the small of my back and my inner thighs starting to stick to the seat and my driver. <br><br> Thankfully it was over before I asphyxiated, though I was certain my lungs were worse for the wear. Exciting and insane -- and that was the normal transpo around here...Bangkok really was a thrilling place, even if it came at a physical and mental cost. <br><br><br> I sighed, checking in with my internal organs as I grabbed my bag and he sped off, turning to face my hostel. It looked more like a small home rather than a motel or what I expected out of communal living. <br><br> Climbing the steps, I saw a little woman peek out and -- unencumbering herself of something else -- waved at me half-dismissively and half in welcome. It was confusing, but I put on a smile and continued my approach. "No. No! Wait there. My son." Another confusing hand motion and she disappeared. I wondered what she was otherwise involved in, but I did stop right there, halfway up the approach. <br><br> A few moments later an adolescent came out, broadly smiling upon seeing me and speeding down the wooden staircase that felt dangerous. "Welcome!" He doesn't look any more capable of bringing the bag the rest of the way, but he was practically pulling my fingers from the handle, "American?" <br><br> I nodded, "Yeah, <<print $CC.name>>." I don't know why I felt compelled to tell him my name, but he seemed so keen and kind. "Thank you." <br><br> "This way -- lot of Westerners stay here." He looked in disbelief at the statement rather than disappointed or upset, "I hope to go some day." <br><br> "I'm sure you will." That short conversation later, we had arrived at my room. Well-maintained but definitely a hostel, complete with a shared bathroom and tiny room. "Thanks again." <br><br><br> "Of course! Enjoy your stay." Man, that smile never left his face. He disappeared and I began to [[unpack|ACTI003 - MeetKate]], one hand preoccupied with fanning air over my sweaty face. <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI003-MeetKate.png">> I had taken a breather, hands on my hips and trying to stand as still as I could, hoping that would let me cool off, dry a bit when a British lilt came from behind me, "Crushing heat, innit?" <br><br> Must have been one of the Westerners that kid had been talking about. I turned, smiling and waving both hands in front of my face, feeling the moisture on my face unwilling to be evaporated, "That's one way to put it." <br><br> A 'can I come in?' look and I quickly nodded, waving her in. She was //gorgeous//. Chestnut and curly hair that fell to her shoulders, striking emerald eyes and dimensions that defied belief. Was modeling an industry here, because she ''had'' to be a model. "Kate." She smiled affably and extended her hand. <br><br> Shaking it and returning the introduction, I noticed that she looked __tired__. Though her appearance was youthful and energetic, tight and appealing, there was something in her eyes -- in her soul -- that felt worn and...milked? "You okay?" <br><br> She laughed, eyes flashing in surprise and scrambling for a response, "Late night. They're //all// late nights. So, you just got in?" <br><br> "Yeah. And seriously reconsidering the choice to come here. Does it get any better than this?" <br><br> "At night." With a smile and a shrug she motioned towards my bag and I was a bit shocked, but welcomed the help as we put away my things. She'd been here for a number a months, maybe a year -- she avoided specificity about much -- and despite the way she talked about where she worked, I could tell she was not happy about it. <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>>I avoided the real reason why I was here. She'd probably think the whole 'searching for my spy mom' was a bullshit story...and what would I gain from mentioning it?<<else>>I let her know that I just came here for some fun. To get away. Like throwing a dart at the dartboard.<</if>> <br><br> "So you're //not// a model?" I looked stunned. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness" "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> "I was about to ask you the same thing." She laughed, considering my appearance again. <<else>> "They would probably call us that, like at Abercrombie, but...no. Not a model" <</if>> We had moved out of the room and into the communal area, while in the sun, was easier to tolerate because of the air flow. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills["Perception"].value gt 1>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I noticed the boy was watching us from one of the windows in the main house. <<else>> <<Stats Perception ++>> Kate pointed out the boy watching us from one of the windows in the main house. <</if>> "He's a perv. But he's harmless. You'll get used to it." And I tried to ignore him continually peeking at us as we discussed her backpacking from Cambodia and getting here and finding the job at a topless bar that sounded more like a brothel than anything else. She didn't seem happy about the situation at all, but also didn't seem concerned -- immediately dismissing future stops on her backpacking in South-east Asia as well as moving on from her 'employment'. It felt like there was more of a story there, some thing or person that was keeping her stuck. <br><br> "Speaking of...I need to get ready. And you're free to join, though I'm not going to recommend it. I'm //also// not going to recommend heading out on your own. You could meet up with me after work?" <<crossroads>> <<path [[ACTI004 - HardCockCafe]]>> Join her now. <<path [[ACTI004 - LateNightBangkok]]>> Meet up after work. <</crossroads>>
<<image framed "ACTI004-HardCockCafe.png">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<outfit club>> I was curious about this job she had -- I wasn't trying to work there -- and I was glad to have a friend. Might as well accompany her and I could protect her a little? The idea was silly in retrospect, but I could read between the lines. She had mentioned it was crawling with men (and why wouldn't it be, given it being a topless club), so I didn't want to be a target, so I just wore what I was wearing. I wasn't going //out//. <br><br> There was a lightness to her step on our way out from the hostel. She was really enjoying having me around. Something different from her typical day to day. She flipped off the garish, neon sign above the club and for good reason. It was a woman giving a 'guitar neck' a lick in a very, very suggestive way. Fuck, the //name// of the club was pornographic, I don't know why they bothered with the innuendo. <br><br> She gave me a quick peck on my cheek, "Be careful, kay?" And disappeared. <br><br><br> The place was crawling with men and women wearing practically nothing. It felt a little like one of those strip clubs in the States where they weren't legally allowed to go fully nude, but they were skirting the line as close as they could. There couldn't be rules like that here, why weren't all these women naked? The men were pawing at them, ogling them and in some cases stealing kisses from the girls that were serving them liquor. <br><br> Kate appeared back behind the bar, her bare and gorgeous tits on full display and highlighted with glitter. Within moments she was having a conversation -- a drink order probably -- and the guy was squeezing her tits as they talked. She acted as though it wasn't even happening. <br><br> I pushed my way through the testosterone and dropped into a stool at the bar, hoping that I'd be an oasis among the raging erections. <br><br> The drink order was taking //forever// and Kate made eye contact with me while the Thai man was working her nipple slowly. There was a shrug in her eyes and then they got big. Did that feel good? Hurt? My own nipples were hardening merely watching. <br><br><br> "Lookin' fer a job, missy?" came a thick Scottish brogue, almost as thick as the sticky heat of his breath in my ear. Oh, this is why she was reacting. <br><br> I turned, slowly, carefully, trying to decide between bitchy dismissiveness or kind and casual 'no'. "Excuse me?" I smiled pleasantly. It had to be her boss, or someone in some kind of position of power and I came here to make her life easier, not harder. <br><br><br> "Come with me." His thick hand grasped my wrist and he gave a little pull. <div id="cafe"> <<crossroads #cafe>> <<path>> Pull back. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <br><br> <<skillChecked "High School Clique" "Sexuality">> "Ex//cuse// me?" I pulled back, but he wasn't letting go. Then Kate was there, her hand around his. <br><br> "Hey, Connor. She's a friend of mine. Just got here." <br><br> "Perfect." His accent made the 'r' roll. His grin toothy and hungry. "What's yer name, dearie." There was a subtle battle happening around my wrist, fighting for my freedom. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. But she's right, not here for a job." And I tugged my hand free. His demeanor immediately changed and my hand removed, he found her wrist. He didn't respond, he looked through and past me like I wasn't there all of a sudden. And then he was dragging her: on either side of the bar it was like a child pulling along a doll carelessly, banging her against her side of the counter as he moved. And then they were gone into the crowd. <br><br> Fuck. I guess coming here was hurting more than helping. <br><br> "Yoo should be workin'." The man who had been ordering moments before, completely unaffected by what had just happened in front of him, was now hitting on me. His eyes devouring me with a bluntness I had rarely encountered. Yeah, maybe this hadn't been the smartest idea. <br><br> "Nope. And //yoo// should be walkin' away." I mocked his accent. He didn't take kindly to it, but not being an employee I could see him immediately avoiding conflict. He took his beer and left me alone. <br><br><br> My eyes watched the exits, trying to ignore the lewd display on the stage where two too-young women were using dildos on each other to the cheers of the drunken male masses. Even over the din of the music and conversation, I could hear their fake, porn-like cries of 'pleasure'. I felt my stomach turn. I hoped Kate was okay. <br><br> I think my curt and quick denial of the Thai man had provided me at least a temporary shield. <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">>I imagined the blue barrier around me and wondered how long the timer would last.<</if>> On one hand, I was thankfully unaccosted, on the other I had no distractions to my anxiety about Connor and Kate. <br><br> And then, she was back. Her mascara was running. She was moving quickly and without affect. Her tits bounced with her rapid movement but not in a seductive way. She had a cigarette between her fingers and as soon as we made eye contact there was a 'come on' move of her head and I practically leapt off the stool to follow her. <br><br> In the back, by where they deposited the trash, she was taking a smoke break. She hadn't been crying, but tears had caused her running makeup. The cigarette between her lips, dragging deeply, she looked down and shook her head, wiping a streak of cum from her inner thigh and trying to flick it off her fingers, "Fuck." <br><br> "You okay? I'm so, so sorry." <br><br> "I don't know if I can do this anymore." Now there //were// tears in her eyes. <br><br> "That's kind of what I was asking back at the hostel." <br><br> "I __know__." She found a kitchen rag on one of the trashcans to clean her hand. Kinda. "I don't have a choice, <<print $CC.name>>. I ''have'' to do this." She pulled out her phone, talking with the cigarette bouncing up and down between her lips that had been working on Connor just a few minutes before. She began texting, her bare chest shuddering as she fought the sobs. <br><br> Stepping over, I pulled her tight. Some people say crisis can make fast friends and I wondered if this is what they meant, feeling her naked body press against me, the glitter glue coming off on my skin, smelling the scent of semen somewhere on or in her. My eyes considered the furiously tapping fingers as she worked out some sort of...coded message?...on her Signal app. "Who's that." <br><br> She laughed, giving me another kiss on my cheek and offering me a drag of the cigarette. In solidarity, I took a pull and held onto the cig while I waited for her to say what I could tell she wanted to. A big sigh, she looked around, "This is going to sound //crazy//. I'm a fucking spy." <br><br> I think she expected a laugh. Disbelief. Probably the reverse of my thoughts earlier in the day. Instead, the cigarette dropped from my fingers and I pulled away from her. <br><br> Her eyes searched mine, confused and worried all at once, "I...didn't mean to offend you." <br><br> "You didn't." I looked down at the refuse piled around the garbage cans, then stamped out the cig, "Since we're...being honest..." She nodded quickly, sparkling breasts jiggling -- how was she so comfortable right now? -- to ensure me it was a safe space, out there by tomorrow's trash pickup. "So is my mom? And she like...disappeared. Maybe here. I dunno. That's the whole thing about spies, no one else knows, do they?" It was my turn to be battling the sobs. <br><br> It was her turn to be stunned, pulling me close. <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>I had never been this close to a nearly naked woman and been less aroused, such a beautiful body, clutching and pulling me closer to her pert chest that I doubted would fit in my hands.<</if>> "Really?" <br><br> Nodding, I fought for control, "Yeah, Elle. But who the fuck knows if that was her name." <br><br> "Okay. I'm ditching tonight. We're going to figure this out. You and me. Let's say I know a guy." She started tapping into her Signal app again as my breathing came back to normal. She was placid now, as if I had sucked out her upset into myself and now I had let it out. <br><br><br> She brought me around out front, not willing to subject me to the profane club again and met me a few moments later, hot shorts and a T-shirt on. "Connor seems pleased enough tonight, he didn't seem to mind. [[Come on|ACTI005 - Clark]]." <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> Go with him. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't suggestible or easy enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <br><br> Kate was there all of a sudden, her hand around his wrist. <br><br> "Hey, Connor. She's a friend of mine. Just got here." <br><br> "Perfect." His accent made the 'r' roll. His grin toothy and hungry. "What's yer name, dearie." There was a subtle battle happening around my wrist, fighting for my freedom. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. It's okay, Kate." I shrugged and let him guide me off the stool. I wasn't going to rock the boat at her place of employment, and who knows. Might need a job. <br><br> "Kate's good, but canna be a //bit// feisty. Are ye feisty?" Somehow his voice carried through the din as we moved through the crowd and towards the back of the building. We moved down a hallway, "Looks like not. And lucky you, Kate came in the normal way, not the VIP treatment you're gettin'." He punched in a code at the door and we were in a small back room, a black couch <<if visited("HS002 - CastingSeed")>>, that immediately sent shivers up my spine,<</if>> and a desk. He sat on the edge of it. <br><br> There was no menace or threat in his posture or attitude, but his size and role at the 'cafe' held all the power he needed. He looked me over as I sat on the couch, indicated by his orientation on the desk. His eyes dipped between my <<link "thighs">><<upper "dress_littleblack_up">><</link>>. <<skillChecked "Coordination ">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 1>> Ha. Perv. Not a chance. I was ready and he caught nothing between my legs. <<else>> Fuck. He caught me unprepared and he got a full-on view between my thighs. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>He grinned ear to ear, "Well, well, well. What a pretty pussy you got." <<else>>He smiled and nod, "Cute."<</if>> <</if>> <br><br> "So. This...is an interview?" <br><br> "We'll see. Get yer kit off." I didn't understand the words, but I understood the meaning. <br><br> <div id="interview"> <<crossroads #interview>> <<path>> No. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> He looked shocked, but I soldiered on, not missing a beat, "That's your interview? Get naked?" <br><br> "Have you looked around, you little bitch? Every piece of ass here is naked. That's the __idea__." <br><br> "Can't get pussy any other way?" I had probably pushed this a bit too far. Suddenly he was on me, hand grabbing me by the hair and yanking me up from the couch. <br><br> I was shoved against the door with a rough <<shake 2s>>THUD<</shake>>. "Get the fuck outta my club." My head <<shake 2s>>hit<</shake>> the door again. I couldn't help but yelp and with that he relented with a deep, guttural chuckle. The door was open and he shoved me out into the hall, "You just made yer friend's life here much, much harder." His tongue trilled on the each 'r' with relish. <br><br> My brain a bit scrambled, I tentatively touched the sensitive places on my face to make sure he hadn't cause any bleeding. Maybe some bruising. I wobbled my way back out to the club, my head starting to throb in time with the music. <br><br> Kate saw me and practically leapt over the bar, motioning 'smoke' off to someone else I couldn't see and she was bringing back the way I came. But not to Connor's office. Instead, she deposited us behind the club. "You okay?" I saw the overflowing trash bins. <br><br> Stepping over, I pulled her tight. Some people say crisis can make fast friends and I wondered if this is what they meant, feeling her naked body press against me, the glitter glue coming off on my skin, smelling the scent of sweat and booze somewhere on her. <br><br> "I'm so, so sorry. //Fuck// Connor." It was weird to be in this place and having two Brits at odds with each other, over me. She pulled out a cigarette and lit up, "That shit he did? I //told// you not to come tonight. Sorry. Sorry. This isn't on you." She sighed, breathing out the smoke as I clutched at her. <br><br> "You were right." <br><br> "//I// don't know how much more of this shit I can take." She had pulled a phone out of...where had she even kept it. Cradling me in the nook of her arm, she began tapping at her screen with one hand while she pulled at the cigarette again. I felt the heat nearly burn at my skin as she breathed out and gave me a peck on the cheek, "Shouldn't have let you go back. God. There's gotta be another way." <br><br> My eyes considered the furiously tapping fingers as she worked out some sort of...coded message?...on her Signal app. "Who's that." <br><br> She laughed, giving me another kiss on my cheek and offering me a drag of the cigarette. In solidarity, I took a pull and held onto the cig while I waited for her to say what I could tell she wanted to. A big sigh, she looked around, "This is going to sound //crazy//. I'm a fucking spy." <br><br> I think she expected a laugh. Disbelief. Probably the reverse of my thoughts earlier in the day. Instead, the cigarette dropped from my fingers and I pulled away from her. <br><br> Her eyes searched mine, confused and worried all at once, "I...didn't mean to offend you." <br><br> "You didn't." I looked down at the refuse piled around the garbage cans, then stamped out the cig, "Since we're...being honest..." She nodded quickly, sparkling breasts jiggling -- how was she so comfortable right now? -- to ensure me it was a safe space, out there by tomorrow's trash pickup. "So is my mom? And she like...disappeared. Maybe here. I dunno. That's the whole thing about spies, no one else knows, do they?" It was my turn to be battling the sobs. <br><br> It was her turn to be stunned, pulling me close. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>I had never been this close to a nearly naked woman and been less aroused, such a beautiful body, clutching and pulling me closer to her pert chest that I doubted would fit in my hands.<</if>> "Really?" <br><br> Nodding, I fought for control, "Yeah, Elle. But who the fuck knows if that was her name." <br><br> "Okay. I'm ditching tonight. We're going to figure this out. You and me. Let's say I know a guy." She started tapping into her Signal app again as my breathing came back to normal. She was focused now, as if what I had said dramatically changed things. <br><br><br> She brought me around out front, not willing to subject me to the profane club again and met me a few moments later, hot shorts and a T-shirt on. "Connor seems pleased enough tonight, he didn't seem to mind. [[Come on|ACTI005 - Clark]]." <<path>> Kay. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> I stood up and started to take my clothes <<linkexpand "off.">> <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego runny>> <<SexSkill oral>> off. They came off easily, practiced, piece by piece and collected onto the floor in front of the couch. I turned slowly, showing off my body to him and watching the way he checked my naked form out with as much practice as I had revealing it to him. <br><br><br> "You //certainly// aren't feisty. I //like// girls like you." He smiled, his hand dropping to unbuckle his pants and motioning me over. //Fuck//. Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. I felt the sensation of how closed the door was. I dropped to my knees, wondering how many other girls had been in this position with him before. Dozens. Hundreds? His member fell out unimpressively and limp, "Show me what you've got." <br><br><br> My lips met the softness of his cock and wrapped around it. He gripped one of his strong hands in my hair and pulled, urging my <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes up to greet his dispassionate face. I began to suck. Thankfully there wasn't too much length so I didn't have to fight the gag. He smelled a bit like semen, so I didn't have to wonder if this was his first encounter of the evening. Shit...how often did he get some here? <br><br> It took some effort, further speaking to his refractory period, but the rigidity and pulsing of his hardness soon filled my mouth. He gave mostly gentle tugs at my hair as he guided my rhythm and depth. I wondered how often Kate had been in this position and I felt bad for her. This is how these girls got their jobs and kept their jobs. And what option did they have? "Yer nae bad there, missy. But I think yer gunna need a little help. Nae your fault. And you don't work here, so you don't git the full Connor treatment." I think that was a good thing. <br><br> He gripped tightly in my hair and grabbed his cock in his fist, holding my head cocked back and he began jerking off with the head of his cock in my mouth. I held still and looked up at him, watching him grunt and lose the focus in his eyes. Had he seen so much naked female body that I wasn't doing it for him? Not enough of a trigger? I sucked down at the portion of cock in my mouth, encouraging him. And then it <<linkexpand "came">> <<cumSpray mouth1>> came. <br><br> An extra firm pull at my hair and I felt the pumping of his cock, the spread of thick bleachy cum spewing over my tongue and to the back of my mouth. The angle he was holding my head had me instinctively swallowing. He grunted deeply, a shuddering pull at my head a few more times as he pushed me over the length of his cock as he milked the last bits out and then pushed my head back, letting his cock lay across my face, "Good job. Nae...git out." <br><br><br> He didn't have to ask me twice. I wiped my eyes and the streak of semen from my face as I quickly put my clothes back <<linkexpand "on.">> <<outfit default>> on. I stumbled out of his office not sure if I had gotten a job or just done a good interview...or whatever had just happened. Maybe just an act of domination over Kate. <br><br> Kate saw me and practically leapt over the bar, motioning 'smoke' off to someone else I couldn't see and she was bringing back the way I came. But not to Connor's office. Instead, she deposited us behind the club. "You okay?" I saw the overflowing trash bins. <br><br> Stepping over, I pulled her tight. Some people say crisis can make fast friends and I wondered if this is what they meant, feeling her naked body press against me, the glitter glue coming off on my skin, smelling the scent of sweat and booze somewhere on her. <br><br> "I'm so, so sorry. //Fuck// Connor." It was weird to be in this place and having two Brits at odds with each other, over me. She pulled out a cigarette and lit up, "That shit he did? I //told// you not to come tonight. Sorry. Sorry. This isn't on you." She sighed, breathing out the smoke as I clutched at her. <br><br> "You were right." <br><br> "//I// don't know how much more of this shit I can take." She had pulled a phone out of...where had she even kept it. Cradling me in the nook of her arm, she began tapping at her screen with one hand while she pulled at the cigarette again. I felt the heat nearly burn at my skin as she breathed out and gave me a peck on the cheek, "Shouldn't have let you go back. God. There's gotta be another way." <br><br> My eyes considered the furiously tapping fingers as she worked out some sort of...coded message?...on her Signal app. "Who's that." <br><br> She laughed, giving me another kiss on my cheek and offering me a drag of the cigarette. In solidarity, I took a pull and held onto the cig while I waited for her to say what I could tell she wanted to. A big sigh, she looked around, "This is going to sound //crazy//. I'm a fucking spy." <br><br> I think she expected a laugh. Disbelief. Probably the reverse of my thoughts earlier in the day. Instead, the cigarette dropped from my fingers and I pulled away from her. <br><br> Her eyes searched mine, confused and worried all at once, "I...didn't mean to offend you." <br><br> "You didn't." I looked down at the refuse piled around the garbage cans, then stamped out the cig, "Since we're...being honest..." She nodded quickly, sparkling breasts jiggling -- how was she so comfortable right now? -- to ensure me it was a safe space, out there by tomorrow's trash pickup. "So is my mom? And she like...disappeared. Maybe here. I dunno. That's the whole thing about spies, no one else knows, do they?" It was my turn to be battling the sobs. <br><br> It was her turn to be stunned, pulling me close. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>I had never been this close to a nearly naked woman and been less aroused, such a beautiful body, clutching and pulling me closer to her pert chest that I doubted would fit in my hands.<</if>> "Really?" <br><br> Nodding, I fought for control, "Yeah, Elle. But who the fuck knows if that was her name." <br><br> "Okay. I'm ditching tonight. We're going to figure this out. You and me. Let's say I know a guy." She started tapping into her Signal app again as my breathing came back to normal. She was focused now, as if what I had said dramatically changed things. <br><br><br> She brought me around out front, not willing to subject me to the profane club again and met me a few moments later, hot shorts and a T-shirt on. "Connor seems pleased enough tonight, he didn't seem to mind. [[Come on|ACTI005 - Clark]]." <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "ACTI000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI004-LateNightBangkok.png">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<outfit club>> I took her warning at face value. It didn't sound like a safe place for women and if she worked there, I wasn't sure if it wouldn't be more dangerous for someone who didn't work there. We said our goodbyes as she headed out in her hot shorts and tight shirt, the boy watching from his vantage point. It felt great, but also confusing to get a 'my girl' hug from her. We had found an easy kinship so quickly, faster than I had with other women in my life. But I wasn't about to argue with it. Thrilling as it was, Bangkok clearly was a lonely place too. <br><br> I spent some time on the spotty WiFi, checking out the city and planning what my first steps would be tomorrow while I waited for Kate's shift to wrap up. I checked out the 'cafe' that she worked at and saw how the online version left a lot unsaid, very implied and the shots tastefully made sure that you //knew// the women were essentially naked, but you couldn't actually see their bodies. <br><br> "Friend with Kate?" The boy was back. He had a broom in hand and was cleaning the open-air courtyard that didn't really need it. <br><br> "Never met her before, actually." I shifted, making sure I wasn't flashing anything up my skirt. "But yeah, she's nice." <br><br> "She's...very popular." <br><br> "With you as well?" Immediately he blushed, turning to work on some 'spot' with his back to me. "I didn't mean any offense. She is very pretty." <br><br> "Yes. Very nice too. Too nice with these men, though." I wasn't sure exactly what to say to that. I understood the implication and could feel the jealousy and upset under the surface. <br><br> "All you can do is be there for her, okay? If she needs help, then try and do what you can. But until then, just be a friend." I felt a little pang inside as I realized I hadn't been in my choice of the afternoon, sitting here, safe and sound while she was beating off men. Okay, that's unacceptable. Might have been true, but wasn't my meaning. <br><br> His dark eyes met mine and he nodded, "Okay." And he found his sweeping took him out of the vicinity, leaving me to my devices. I decided to take my own advice and get over myself, heading out of the hostel and finding my way to the club a little early. <br><br><br> I couldn't miss the place. A garish, neon sign above the club making sure everyone around knew it was there and what happened inside. It was a woman giving a 'guitar neck' a lick in a very, very suggestive way. Fuck, the //name// of the club was pornographic, I don't know why they bothered with the innuendo. Finding a spot out of sight of the overt misogyny, I shot her a text. And then realized how silly that was -- where would she even have the phone until she was on her way out. <br><br><br> But then I got a buzz, <<call "Kate">>"On my way out. Ur early."<</call>> And then a smiley face. She was wearing the same as she left in, but now shone with glitter and looked exhausted...and a bit drunk. In tow were two other girls, "Meet Zoe and Amanda." I smiled and nodded, waving to them as they eyed me over curiously. <br><br> "Hey, <<print $CC.name>>." Trying to ignore their inspection and lean into Kate's warmth, "So, where we headed?" <br><br> "A fave of ours, just around the corner." Amanda smiled and led the way, sauntering in front of us in a 'I'm hotter than you' kind of way. <br><br> It was a small little bar, and the girls got a cheer when they walked in. The patrons because they were mostly men, the bartenders because I'm sure they brought in more money simply by being here. The three girls in their hot shorts dropped into stools that were vacated for them and I found a niche between Kate and Zoe. "Shots?" Kate smirked over at me, then the other two. "And //you// need to catch up." <br><br> Well, she seemed pretty okay after the night's work. I guess I hadn't abandoned her. She could handle herself. The bartender poured out four shots of tequila, thinking the request had been for us all to do one. And then with a mischievous smile, Kate slid an arm around all four of them and pulled them my way. Oh fuck. Could I handle myself? I laughed, looking to someone to save me, but they mimicked her smile. "Start drinkin', bitch. I'm thirsty." <br><br> So I did the shots. I was coughing. I was holding back a retch or two, but I pounded them as quickly as I could to the cheers that grew from Kate to include even Amanda on number four. And, of course, five was on its way as now the other girls got to take their first one. And it was a round. <br><br> Fuck. I don't think I had gotten a buzz that fast in my life. This was dangerous. These girls partied hard and came by it honestly. Of course they'd drown all of the rest of this bullshit out with alcohol. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> Fuck. Yeah, this //was// dangerous, because Kate was gorgeous and all I could think about was how much skin I could see and how I wanted to see more. <div id="lesbo"> <<crossroads #lesbo>> <<path>> But...did I risk the bond and friendship in this scary place and maybe ruin it? <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<face ahego>> <<SexSkill oral>> <br><br> Yeah, I could use the excuse of the alcohol, if anything went wrong. I leaned into the joy of the high and the closeness with the women -- Amanda and Zoe opened up once they got a couple shots in them. <br><br> I was the most dressed out of them, so I wasn't the target of much of the attention from the guys in the bar, and I watched with amazement at how they were able to diffuse each situation as it cropped up. But overall, they were relatively pleasant and allowed us to do our thing. It felt comfortable and easy...and like I was back at home. Yeah, maybe being here in Bangkok could be fine with this crew. While I figured things out, while I decided what was next. Plus, she was to-die-for. <br><br> I staved off too many more drinks, feeling the rest enough for anyone. Zoe and Amanda headed off to the bathroom for a moment for some extra 'party' and I gave Kate a little pull, fingers intertwining with hers, "Come on." <br><br> She let me drag her along, but gave me a firm look, "Not down for lines tonight. You can do some if you want." <br><br> "Whatever. Girls go to the bathroom together, right?" And she relented fully. We watched the other two stumble into a shitty stall and giggle as they banged around in the small confines, trying to finagle their noses to some powder. <br><br> As soon as the door swung mostly closed, I grabbed Kate and pulled her again. This time firmly and with a very different purpose. Her hands came up wardingly, but softened a bit as our mouths met. I could taste the strawberry of her lip gloss. That was nice. <br><br> Her hand found my hair and started to stroke through it -- she was not adverse to my plan, it seemed -- and our tongues began to work against each other. Even the taste of tequila in her mouth was nice. I grabbed her close, pulling her against me in need. <br><br> I knew we didn't have long and I had been holding back, restraining myself to the point of nearly driving myself crazy, so I started to drop down. My mouth didn't want to leave hers, but still I was lowering myself onto the sticky bathroom tile. Our mouths stayed together until they couldn't anymore. My fingers found the edges of her hot shorts and pulled down, hooking under the thong she had been wearing for work and peeling it down with them. The smell of her crotch was pungent: the scent of someone who had been turned on and turned on and turned on, her pussy was crying out for the attention I was ready to give. The sweat and other scents from her work? I could ignore. <br><br> I dived in without a second thought, the bridge of my nose against her freshly manicured mound, taking a deep breath as I got a lung full of air, my tongue snaking out now to get between her other lips. The strawberry of her lip gloss met the tang of her glossed pussy. I heard her whimper happily and I looked up, watching her sea-green eyes flutter and head lift up from watching me as she leaned back against the sink. <br><br> "You alright out there?" Came a giggle from within the stall. I ignored them, grabbing at her firm and succulent asscheeks, pulling her crotch against my face. My tongue flickered, digging for her clit, finding it swollen and as needy as I was. Thankfully I wasn't getting a mouthful of semen in the process, only just now realizing that //could// have been happening. <br><br> She clutched at my head, biting down on her lower lip as she tried to keep still and quiet, but I felt her thighs quivering as I ate her out, feeling the heat of her arousal, the wetness of hours of her work, and the pulse of her erratic heartbeat. It wasn't going to take her long. "Fuck, is that all you brought?" Zoe was bitching and it looks like our time was at hand. <br><br> I wouldn't be getting mine, but I was determined to give her hers. She nodded, encouraging me and she lifted onto her tiptoes, tensing up as she neared climax, then started shuddering, fingertips grabbing at my scalp as her legs fought her ability to remain standing. I felt the pressure of her weight against my chin and nose as I had to help her remain upright. And then she was shoving me away quickly, panting hard as she reached down to pull her shorts up, barely making it in time before the flimsy door swung open again and the two girls rolled out with wide pupils. <br><br> "Ew. You're //sitting// in here? Gross. This is Bang. Kok. Wash that shit off, now." Amanda was gagging at the thought, seeing me half-squatting on the bathroom floor and thankfully not thinking anything else was happening. They weaved their way out of the bathroom as I took the advice and began to wash up. <br><br> Kate leaned over and squeezed me tight, "Fuck. Thank you. I've been dying all night." <br><br> "I could tell." I smiled, wiping my mouth and chin clean. I touched up my makeup as I watched the beautiful woman leaning onto my shoulder, getting back under control and holding me. "Gonna be weird living together?" <br><br> "No. Promise. Where did you come from...like why are you here?" She laughed, squeezing my shoulders as we got ready to make our way out to the bar. <br><br> "Honestly? This is going to sound fucking crazy..." She shrugged, so I continued, "My Mom's a spy, I freaked out and just...left." She froze. Well, maybe the alcohol had messed something up, just not the way I had intended. <br><br> "You...trying to find her?" <br><br> <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>> "Kind of. I guess." I didn't like the way the tequila was letting my emotions come to the surface easily, so I turned away. <<else>> "Not...really?" Somehow that had hit home a bit, like I should have been. I didn't like the way the tequila was letting my emotions come to the surface so easily, so I turned away. <</if>> <br><br> "Because...now //this// is going to sound even crazier." My turn to shrug, so she continued, "I kinda know a guy." When I just stared at her blankly, she pulled a phone out from under her shirt and began to tap furiously at the screen. I leaned in, watching her fingers work, "Who's that?" <br><br> "The guy. I got more to tell you, just...gimme a sec." We came back out of the bathroom, suddenly the passion and fun of the night had turned to focus and seriousness. <br><br> "Finally cleaned up?" Amanda laughed, making another dig at me. At least she was being kind and pleasant now, even with the attitude. <br><br> "Yeah, cleaned up and gonna head out. Sorry, but we're going to call it early. Okay?" Zoe rolled her eyes and Amanda grunted as she dropped back onto the stool. <br><br> "Whatever. Bye bitches." And Kate led me outside, into the streets of Bangkok. I hoped that the walk would help me sober up a bit. <br><br> We began to walk and she tucked the phone back under her shirt, "Kay, it's gonna be a //bit// of a walk." <br><br> "I think I need it...wait you said you had more to tell me?" <br><br> Without a second's thought, "I'm a spy, too," she smiled. <br><br> I stopped in the street, dead ass. "What." <br><br><br> She grinned bigger and waved me on, "Come on." Yeah, I definitely needed to [[sober up|ACTI005 - Clark]]. <<vCardCheck Kate F "Kate in Bangkok">> <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "ACTI000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<path>> Or just enjoy the closeness for the time being? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> I just leaned into the joy of the high and the closeness with the women -- Amanda and Zoe opened up once they got a couple shots in them. <br><br> I was the most dressed out of them, so I wasn't the target of much of the attention from the guys in the bar, and I watched with amazement at how they were able to diffuse each situation as it cropped up. But overall, they were relatively pleasant and allowed us to do our thing. It felt comfortable and easy...and like I was back at home. Yeah, maybe being here in Bangkok could be fine with this crew. While I figured things out, while I decided what was next. Plus, she was to-die-for. <br><br> I staved off too many more drinks, feeling the rest enough for anyone. Zoe and Amanda headed off to the bathroom for a moment for some extra 'party' and I stuck back with Kate, dropping my head to her shoulder -- my head felt so heavy. She smelled of booze and sweat. I could feel some of the glitter sticking on my skin when I pulled away, "Wanna hear something //crazy//?" <br><br> "I was about to ask you the same thing." She ran her fingers through my hair. That felt nice. <br><br> "My mom. Is a spy. Like a fucking...//spy//." Her head jerked back and she pulled my chin slightly, making deep eye contact. Sober eye contact. She wasn't sober, no way. "What?" <br><br> "You're serious?" Fuck, was I too drunk? I was too drunk. <br><br> "Yeah...she like, disappeared. And this guy, my...Minder or something -- Nate -- says they don't know where she is, where she went. It's fucking scary." <br><br> "Yeah. It is." <br><br> "Like...is she alive? Is she like, undercover?" <br><br> Kate squeezed my arm, "She isn't. I can promise you that." <br><br> "How would you know?" <br><br> She laughed and gave me a peck on the cheek. I was a little shocked. That felt really nice. "I might be able to help. I know a guy." Her phone was out and she was furiously tapping on some chat app. <br><br> Zoe and Amanda came back, their laughter their vanguard. Kate smiled at them but was focused on her phone, "You guys. Missed out." Amanda squeezed Kate from behind. <br><br> "Well, we're gonna miss out on the rest. Sorry, but we're going to call it early. Okay?" Zoe rolled her eyes and Amanda grunted as she dropped back onto the stool. <br><br> "Whatever. Bye bitches." And Kate led me outside, into the streets of Bangkok. I hoped that the walk would help me sober up a bit. <br><br> "I'm a spy, too." She smiled. <br><br> I stopped in the street, dead ass. "What." <br><br><br> She grinned bigger and waved me on, "Come on." Yeah, I definitely needed to [[sober up|ACTI005 - Clark]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> I just leaned into the joy of the high and the closeness with the women -- Amanda and Zoe opened up once they got a couple shots in them. <br><br> I was the most dressed out of them, so I wasn't the target of much of the attention from the guys in the bar, and I watched with amazement at how they were able to diffuse each situation as it cropped up. But overall, they were relatively pleasant and allowed us to do our thing. It felt comfortable and easy...and like I was back at home. Yeah, maybe being here in Bangkok could be fine with this crew. While I figured things out, while I decided what was next. Plus, she was to-die-for. <br><br> I staved off too many more drinks, feeling the rest enough for anyone. Zoe and Amanda headed off to the bathroom for a moment for some extra 'party' and I stuck back with Kate, dropping my head to her shoulder -- my head felt so heavy. She smelled of booze and sweat. I could feel some of the glitter sticking on my skin when I pulled away, "Wanna hear something //crazy//?" <br><br> "I was about to ask you the same thing." She ran her fingers through my hair. That felt nice. <br><br> "My mom. Is a spy. Like a fucking...//spy//." Her head jerked back and she pulled my chin slightly, making deep eye contact. Sober eye contact. She wasn't sober, no way. "What?" <br><br> "You're serious?" Fuck, was I too drunk? I was too drunk. <br><br> "Yeah...she like, disappeared. And this guy, my...Minder or something -- Nate -- says they don't know where she is, where she went. It's fucking scary." <br><br> "Yeah. It is." <br><br> "Like...is she alive? Is she like, undercover?" <br><br> Kate squeezed my arm, "She isn't. I can promise you that." <br><br> "How would you know?" <br><br> She laughed and gave me a peck on the cheek. I was a little shocked. That felt really nice. "I might be able to help. I know a guy." Her phone was out and she was furiously tapping on some chat app. <br><br> Zoe and Amanda came back, their laughter their vanguard. Kate smiled at them but was focused on her phone, "You guys. Missed out." Amanda squeezed Kate from behind. <br><br> "Well, we're gonna miss out on the rest. Sorry, but we're going to call it early. Okay?" Zoe rolled her eyes and Amanda grunted as she dropped back onto the stool. <br><br> "Whatever. Bye bitches." And Kate led me outside, into the streets of Bangkok. I hoped that the walk would help me sober up a bit. <br><br> "I'm a spy, too." She smiled. <br><br> I stopped in the street, dead ass. "What." <br><br><br> She grinned bigger and waved me on, "Come on." Yeah, I definitely needed to [[sober up|ACTI005 - Clark]]. <</if>>
"I'm //kinda// breaking protocol here. But that's kind of my thing, I think." Kate wasn't giving me much information on our way to...wherever we were going. It felt ridiculous, walking down the streets of Bangkok like two girls on a night out but instead of seeking out some password-protected bar in the underbelly of the city, we were going to make a clandestine meeting. She sparkled as she walked, getting cat-called about once a block with so much of her body on display but she shrugged it off as if it weren't even happening. <br><br> "So, uh. Who's this guy and why are we meeting him?" It came out as light and joking, but I was deadly serious. She looked back over her shoulder coyly and just smiled, "Hey, if you're already breaking protocol..." She just winked at me and went back to her phone and then suddenly taking a turn that didn't seem the way she had originally intended. We were weaving our way through the bustling downtown and surprisingly didn't stick out at all. Except that that we weren't Asian. That distinctly set us apart. The hazy air was filled with the smells of open food carts, the noise of scooters nearly hitting us, and tuk-tuks bell's dinging as warning before nearly taking people out. <br><br> And there he was. It had to be him. He was a thick and dark-haired white guy that couldn't catch a tan if his life depended on it. He stood in front of a cart, shoveling noodles into his mouth. "Alright," Kate started, coming up alongside him, "<<print $CC.name>>, this is--" <br><br> "Nuh-uh." A reprimand from a father figure and Kate was drawn up short. "I should not have to explain why that is not happening right now." He was American. "Normally you wouldn't even be seeing me. And this little lady would probably be on her first flight back, ending her backpacking trip." He was //not// happy. "But." A second bowl of noodles was ready and he offered it to Kate. She nodded and began to slurp it down. It seemed an easy and normal cadence for them: she disappointed him or came up short and he admonished her. And then they moved on, "I actually received an alert regarding __you__ today. Name Nate ring a bell?" He slurped a long noodle slowly, smiling as he watched the name register. <br><br> "What the fuck." <br><br> "No shit, really? You weren't kidding, were you. Sure ''you'' aren't the spy?" Kate laughed, far too flip about this. How had this followed me here? How had I run into an actual spy and //my// presence had been on their radar. And what the fuck was Kate doing 'undercover' at that 'cafe'? Nothing about this made sense and I could feel the emotion coming to the surface again. <br><br> "Hey, hey, hey. We're going to make this easy on you, okay? Answers will be forthcoming. I'm going to hand you something and you both will head back to your place, you'll pack and...well, that's all I know. A pleasure meeting you and best of luck." He leaned over and whispered something to Kate. <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> <<Stats Perception ++>> "More dangerous than DEVILFISH," was what I caught. And that didn't exactly settle my stomach. <<else>> <<Stats Perception ++>> Something about 'danger'. Which absolutely was not the part of the comments that I wanted to hear. <</if>> <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A plane ticket poking out of a napkin by a bowl of noodles */ A third bowl of noodles, it came with a napkin and in the napkin I felt something else. And then he paid the woman at the cart and turned, leaving. I was about to turn and head off myself when Kate touched my arm and smiled, downing some noodles. She could tell I didn't want to talk and I could tell we were supposed to stay here. <br><br> The noodles were spicy, thick and oily. But they tasted good and gave some weight to my stomach that slowed the somersaults. I didn't finish my bowl, but was given an opening to leave when Kate finished hers. She hooked her arm through mine and leaned her head on my shoulder, "Let's go home." <br><br><br> I looked at the napkin, which contained a ticket to Manila. Well, that had me immediately bent over in the gutter, about to spew the dinner. Kate was rubbing my back. It was like a really bad night going out. I just pictured Kate and I in a bathroom, her holding my hair back as I threw up everything that was setting me off. Instead of jello shots or jungle juice, it was my mother and moments from my childhood. <br><br> Shaking my head, I stood up and started to crumple the ticket, "No, no no...not going to do that." She laughed, prying it from me, "I'll take care of that for the time being, okay?" And we were moving through the crowded streets again, neon and headlights illuminating us, "So, who's this Nate guy?" She said it like he was a crush. I glared at her. <br><br> "My...//minder//?" Vitriol on both syllables. <br><br> "Oh. Wow, so you know more about this than I thought." <br><br> "Yeah. Recently picked all this up." <br><br> "He's mine." Meaning the dark-haired attractive American that had just sent me to the last place I wanted to be on Earth. Which is, of course, where she would be. <br><br> "But //I'm// not a fucking spy." <br><br> "Neither was I? Until very recently." <br><br> "Fine. Whatever. Well, since we've got so, so much in common. What was he telling you?" <br><br> "Eh, I might be a bit AWOL from time to time, but let's just say that I have a target I'm working on. So was your Mom. That's all I really know, except that it's important that you get here," She waved the wrinkled airline ticket. <br><br> We didn't say much more and just like a few hours before, she helped me in my room, packing this time. <br><br><br> And then I was alone. I didn't sleep much and left early. I didn't see the kid again, but I wasn't looking. I was focused on the next step: further east. To [[Manila|ACTI003 - Manila Arrival]].
<<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set $ACTI.cheatCount = 0>> <</if>> <<if previous() is "UN012 - Commencement" || $Skip?.skipToManilla>> <<outfit default>> <header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Act I<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>Spying for Dummies<</type>></h2> </header> <br><br> <</if>> <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>> I got so many weird looks boarding and on the plane. Men as curious as hell about this girl in a tiny dress on their plane. Could they hit on me. Pick me up since I was locked in for hours with them? Thank god for my exhaustion, though, they never had a chance. If I had thought I was exhausted before...I actually fell asleep on the plane. It wasn't comfortable and my neck hurt like fuck when I was jolted awake by the landing, but I needed the rest. I needed to turn my brain off. I felt like I was being tossed around the world in the wake of my mother. <br><br> Nudged by a flight attendant from my slumber, I unconsciously fixed the short hem of my dress as consciousness retook me, my eyes tacky and bleary as we fell into our approach. The immigration card sat in my lap, passed out for easy entry and I began to fill mine out as we bounced onto the tarmac, finally arriving in Manila. The city that had lived rent-free in my mind for most of my life. And now I would be meeting her. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/manila.airplane.png">> <br><br> It was a weird sensation. Like a deep-seated need to know, but also a fear of what the knowledge would bring. <br><br> Deplaning, I was given a wider berth than I was used too -- probably because of my odd outfit. And it was easy to get off a plane when you didn't have anything with you. Welp. Once again: now what. <br><br> It was an impressive terminal. If it weren't for the symbols for Philippine Peso and the multiple languages -- thank god it was a former US protectorate -- I would have had no idea that I was outside of the US. It was clean, it was bright, it was spacious. And it was fucking busy. <br><br> Peso. Right, new money. Spying an exchange kiosk I popped in my plastic and withdrew a couple hundred worth of Peso just in case. I didn't really know what things cost or if I'd be able to use my card. I pocketed it and turned away, as good to go as I could be at this point. <br><br> Utilizing the WiFi, I found new accommodations -- wondered if I'd be at these longer than the last. Well, at least these were __eleven__ dollars US. That made up for whatever loss on the last leg. A little. It was downtown and central to the 'scene'. It was a bit away, so I headed to ground transportation, looking for a way to get there. <br><br> No Uber. That's going to be something to get used to. I headed to the taxi line and got in a yellow cab. <br><br> "Where going?" It was an approximation of English -- had heard worse //in// the US. <br><br> "Uh, RedDoorz?" <br><br> "Where dat, chica?" His eyes in the reflection of the rear view peeking between my thighs. I dropped my palm between them, practiced. He sounded...Spanish? Interesting. I leaned forward, showing him where on my phone -- the WiFi of the airport was barely making it out this far. "Oh." He shrugged and I didn't know what to make of that, but he <<linkexpand "sped off.">> sped off. <<image framed "passage/manila.road.png">> <br><br><br> I grabbed the door handle, trying to maintain some semblance of control as he pressed through traffic with aggression. The drive took all of half an hour, but it gave me time to take in the city without distraction from my brick of a phone. <br><br> What was it about this place that had brought Mom here? It seemed like any other overpopulated eastern island nation. I definitely hadn't heard about it in the news besides some election stuff or a brief mention of the country in history class. <br><br> This //had// to have been where she disappeared. All the pieces were clicking into place. Did that mean it was dangerous? Did that mean I'd run into her like the other spies? Is that what they did, just like some BS James Bond 'accident'...but not at a craps table. <br><br> <br><br> Did I want to? <br><br> "Here you go." The cab stopped short and he motioned at a disheveled entry way underneath rickety scaffolding that indeed did say RedDoorz. <br><br><br> I passed him the Peso his meter indicated with some tip that he seemed surprised by, even got out of his vehicle to help me with the door -- and to see up my dress again, a second tip. "Have nice stay." And smiled at me as he got back in and sped off, leaving me in an alleyway where tarp flapped from its ties on the scaffolding piping. Well, no wonder it was [[eleven dollars|ACTI004 - NightOut]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> <<face hurt1>> The cramping on the plane was awful and I got well-acquainted with the plane bathroom, but everything seemed to have settled by the time we landed in the Philippines. <br><br> <<set $ACTI.oops = false>> <</if>> I was fucking //exhausted//. It's incredible to me how simply sitting, watching some movies, listening to music, reading a magazine or a book -- all could just knock you flat on your ass. I caught naps what I could, and maybe that was my mistake. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/manila.airplane.png">> My eyes were bleary as we fell into our approach. The immigration cards were passed out for easy entry and I began to fill mine out as we bounced onto the tarmac, finally arriving in Manila. The city that had lived rent-free in my mind for most of my life. And now I would be meeting her. <br><br> It was a weird sensation. Like a deep-seated need to know, but also a fear of what the knowledge would bring. <br><br> Yawning, I deplaned with the masses -- all scrabbling to get off the aluminum cigarette faster than anyone else. I was jostled and bumped, but I didn't care. I didn't really have anywhere to go besides where I was. I was...here. And...now what. <<if visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>>Nate had gotten me here. Well, the ticket had. But no means of contacting him besides his card. No instructions. Just...be here. Was I supposed to call him?<</if>> <br><br> Pulling out my phone, I went to sign into the WiFi so I could plan my next steps...and saw a notification from my provider that there was no service. <<linkexpand "Fuck.">> Fuck. <br><br><br> <<skillChecked "Stable" "Inventory">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value is 0>> <<face hurt1 runny>> And that must have been the straw. Suddenly, I found myself in the bathroom, bawling my eyes out into my palms, hunched in a stall. The insanity of all of this hit me like a ton of bricks and I was //freaking// ''out''. It was probably a good fifteen minutes of irrational thought -- grab a return ''now''; I was going to die; sex slavery; I'd never see home again -- and then, I think my emotional batteries were simply drained. No more tears came, so I was able to get myself together with some semblance of resolve and clean up. Nothing to do but soldier on, I guess. <br><br><br> <</if>> I hadn't thought of changing my cell plan before leaving -- it's incredible what you forget when you're rushing these giant life choices. <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> Luckily, I had an extra phone on-hand that was more ready to accept a new provider, cash for time, so my burner became my main cell. <<if visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>>But calling him on my burner? Kind of defeated having a second, unknown phone. I decided against it. I'd have to figure out what to do on my own, I guess.<</if>> <<else>> Moving through the Terminal I couldn't find anything beyond a Duty Free. I'd have to figure something out sooner rather than later, <<if visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>>I'd have to figure out what to do on my own, I guess.<<else>>but who was I trying to call anyway?<</if>> <</if>> <br><br> It was an impressive terminal. If it weren't for the symbols for Philippine Peso and the multiple languages -- thank god it was a former US protectorate -- I would have had no idea that I was outside of the US. It was clean, it was bright, it was spacious. And it was fucking busy. <br><br> Peso. Right, new money. Spying an exchange kiosk I popped in my plastic and withdrew a couple hundred worth of Peso just in case. I didn't really know what things cost or if I'd be able to use my card. I pocketed it and turned away, as good to go as I could be at this point. <br><br> Packed light, I pulled my roller behind me, letting the urgent people pass around me, taking in my surroundings as I made my way to ground transportation. <br><br> I booked myself a room at a place that was...ELEVEN dollars? Yes, the RedDoorz would help me stretch my cash for a lot longer than expected and was central to the downtown scene. <br><br> And no Uber. That's going to be something to get used to. I headed to the taxi line and got in a yellow cab. <br><br> "Where going?" It was an approximation of English -- had heard worse //in// the US. <br><br> "Uh, RedDoorz?" <br><br> "Where dat, chica?" Some Spanish? Interesting. I leaned forward, showing him where on my phone -- the WiFi of the airport was barely making it out this far. "Oh." He shrugged and I didn't know what to make of that, but he <<linkexpand "sped off.">> sped off. <br><br><br> I grabbed the door handle, trying to maintain some semblance of control as he pressed through traffic with aggression. The drive took all of half an hour, but it gave me time to take in the city without distraction from my brick of a phone. <br><br> What was it about this place that had brought Mom here? It seemed like any other overpopulated eastern island nation. I definitely hadn't heard about it in the news besides some election stuff or a brief mention of the country in history class. <br><br> <<if $ACTI.search === 3>> And was this where she disappeared? Did that mean it was dangerous? Did that mean I'd run into her? Did I want to? <br><br> <</if>> "Here you go." The cab stopped short and he motioned at a disheveled entry way underneath rickety scaffolding that indeed did say RedDoorz. <br><br><br> I passed him the Peso his meter indicated with some tip that he seemed surprised by, even got out of his vehicle to help me with my bag. "Have nice stay." And smiled at me as he got back in and sped off, leaving me in an alleyway where tarp flapped from its ties on the scaffolding piping. Well, no wonder it was [[eleven dollars|ACTI004 - NightOut]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI004-NightOut.png">> <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>> My heels clicked up the linoleum staircase past the sign "Apartment Room for Rent"; the entire bank of electricity gauges, plain as day; and an advertisement "Why Pay More, Stay at RedDoorz!" Well. That's clearly why I'm already here, sign. The door was open and a ceiling fan -- no, not a typical fixture: a desk fan that had been mounted to the ceiling -- was on high, pushing around the thick Summer air. <br><br> The artificial light was abrasive and made me blink as I approached the front desk. A clerk sat behind it, watching something on her mobile. She was middle-aged and her wispy hair was fluttering comically in the 'breeze'. Even with the aid of the airflow, her upper lip was dewy. And also wispy. <br><br> "Hey, my name's <<print $CC.surname>>?" Her eyes flicked up from her device, displeased at being interrupted. "I rented a room here?" Could I have put more question marks into a statement of fact? Dammit. I did it again. Freeing my phone, I was about to show her the receipt and check-in information when I realized I didn't have internet connection. Old habits of a first world girl die hard. <br><br> "Fill dis out." Another device came from behind the desk, a tablet encased in one of the strongest materials known to man and came with a steel-fiber cord that connected somewhere else down there. She was looking at her phone again. <br><br> I worked the screen with aplomb, the familiarity of screen interaction calming. It felt modern. I signed some waivers and it notified me that rooms were auto-book and auto-pay as of 9 AM each day. So, if I was going to leave, I needed to notify them. But otherwise, it would make staying here easy. <br><br> As I handed back the tablet, reaching awkwardly over the desk to not just drop it unceremoniously on her viewing setup, my mouth was open to announce...oh. The keycard was already on the desk. Efficient. Wordless. Inhospitable. <br><br> I turned, understanding where I wasn't wanted and tried to make sense of the number on the card and the signage in the stairwell which was -- of course -- literally right next to the front desk. No lobby here! And no elevators. <br><br> Heeling my way up again, I climbed the <<linkexpand "stairs.">> stairs. <br><br><br> The room left a lot to be desired. A. Lot. <br><br> Sure, it was small -- given -- but the sheets had a stain of unknown origin -- shouldn't have been surprised -- but there was some kind of maintenance closet abutting the room and the door was half off its hinges. And inside, besides a ladder, was a formerly wooden 'door' that looked like it had suffered an explosion and chunks of wood were scattered on the floor. But most concerning was the wall behind it. It would have been hidden if the 'door' weren't a wreck, but there was some sort of patching and painting of the drywall and it was not a good construction job. <br><br> <div id = "freakout"> <<skillChecked "Spoiled">> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<face angry>> Eleven dollars or not, I was //not// going to deal with <<link "this">><<replace "#freakout" t8n>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<face angry runny>> ''this''. <br><br> I stormed downstairs and smacked my hand firmly on the lacquered desk. She didn't look up. I smacked again a few more times, "//Excuse// me." <br><br> "Yes, American bitch?" She raised an eyebrow, absolutely unaffected by my fury. <br><br> "<<shake 3s>>What?!<</shake>>" My nostrils had to be flaring. <br><br> "Be hab yer munny, hunny. Leab ip yoo wan." And waved me away like a gnat. Back to her phone-drama. <br><br> I don't think I'd ever had the rug pulled out from under me like that before. Emotionally frayed as I was, the tears that were coming were not going to be seen by this cunt. I turned and stormed upstairs and began adding more damage to that door in the closet. <br><br> My hands hurt. I felt better. And she was right. I could spend more money and who knows where I'd end up. I didn't know this city--//country//--''continent'' at all. I'd just...find somewhere better tomorrow. When I wasn't this goddamn confused and tired and overwhelmed. Were there other things? Yes. All. Of. The. Things. <br><br> But for now, I needed out of here. I needed distraction. I needed fun. <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <<outfit naked>> <br><br><br> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits, I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkexpand "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 4s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. "Uh. Hey. Can I..." making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. "'ello." Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <br><br> "Uh, hey. Thanks." I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <br><br> "Angelo," he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again," a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <br><br> "Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?" <br><br> "Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out." <br><br> "American. Like de Bilippines?" <br><br> "Sure! So far!" <br><br> "I know good places. Let me cho you." Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, "Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb." Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>>. No. No. I was not going to freak out. It was fine. It was... <<link "manageable">><<replace "#freakout" t8n>> <<Stats Confident -->> manageable. <br><br> Unsure if the trade off between cost and safety was worth it, I went ahead and put my things away. I kept glancing at the askew maintenance door as if someone or some thing would be peeking. It wasn't. Yet? <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkreplace "water.">> water. <br><br><br> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits I decided that I might as well get out of this shithole and experience the city and maybe have some fun, so I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkreplace "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 4s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. "Uh. Hey. Can I..." making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. "'ello." Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <br><br> "Uh, hey. Thanks." I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <br><br> "Angelo," he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again," a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <br><br> "Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?" <br><br> "Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out." <br><br> "American. Like de Bilippines?" <br><br> "Sure! So far!" <br><br> "I know good places. Let me cho you." Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, "Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb." Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> Unsure if the trade off between cost and safety was worth it, I went ahead and put my things away. I kept glancing at the askew maintenance door as if someone or some thing would be peeking. It wasn't. Yet? <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <br><br><br> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits I decided that I might as well get out of this shithole and experience the city and maybe have some fun, so I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkexpand "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 4s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. "Uh. Hey. Can I..." making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. "'ello." Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <br><br> "Uh, hey. Thanks." I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <br><br> "Angelo," he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again," a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <br><br> "Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?" <br><br> "Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out." <br><br> "American. Like de Bilippines?" <br><br> "Sure! So far!" <br><br> "I know good places. Let me cho you." Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, "Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb." Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> The heft of my bag was evident as it thumped up the linoleum staircase past the sign "Apartment Room for Rent"; the entire bank of electricity gauges, plain as day; and an advertisement "Why Pay More, Stay at RedDoorz!" Well. That's clearly why I'm already here, sign. The door was open and a ceiling fan -- no, not a typical fixture: a desk fan that had been mounted to the ceiling -- was on high, pushing around the thick Summer air. <br><br> The artificial light was abrasive and made me blink as I approached the front desk. A clerk sat behind it, watching something on her mobile. She was middle-aged and her wispy hair was fluttering comically in the 'breeze'. Even with the aid of the airflow, her upper lip was dewy. And also wispy. <br><br> "Hey, my name's <<print $CC.surname>>?" Her eyes flicked up from her device, displeased at being interrupted. "I rented a room here?" Could I have put more question marks into a statement of fact? Dammit. I did it again. Freeing my phone, I was about to show her the receipt and check-in information when I realized I didn't have internet connection. Old habits of a first world girl die hard. <br><br> "Fill dis out." Another device came from behind the desk, a tablet encased in one of the strongest materials known to man and came with a steel-fiber cord that connected somewhere else down there. She was looking at her phone again. <br><br> I worked the screen with aplomb, the familiarity of screen interaction calming. It felt modern. I signed some waivers and it notified me that rooms were auto-book and auto-pay as of 9 AM each day. So, if I was going to leave, I needed to notify them. But otherwise, it would make staying here easy. <br><br> As I handed back the tablet, reaching awkwardly over the desk to not just drop it unceremoniously on her viewing setup, my mouth was open to announce...oh. The keycard was already on the desk. Efficient. Wordless. Inhospitable. <br><br> I turned, understanding where I wasn't wanted and tried to make sense of the number on the card and the signage in the stairwell which was -- of course -- literally right next to the front desk. No lobby here! And no elevators. <br><br> Hefting again, I climbed the <<linkexpand "stairs.">> stairs. <br><br><br> The room left a lot to be desired. A. Lot. <br><br> Sure, it was small -- given -- but the sheets had a stain of unknown origin -- shouldn't have been surprised -- but there was some kind of maintenance closet abutting the room and the door was half off its hinges. And inside, besides a ladder, was a formerly wooden 'door' that looked like it had suffered an explosion and chunks of wood were scattered on the floor. But most concerning was the wall behind it. It would have been hidden if the 'door' weren't a wreck, but there was some sort of patching and painting of the drywall and it was not a good construction job. <br><br> <div id = "freakout"> <<skillChecked "Spoiled">> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<face angry>> Eleven dollars or not, I was //not// going to deal with <<link "this">><<replace "#freakout" t8n>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<face angry runny>> ''this''. <br><br> I stormed downstairs and smacked my hand firmly on the lacquered desk. She didn't look up. I smacked again a few more times, "//Excuse// me." <br><br> "Yes, American bitch?" She raised an eyebrow, absolutely unaffected by my fury. <br><br> "<<shake 3s>>What?!<</shake>>" My nostrils had to be flaring. <br><br> "Be hab yer munny, hunny. Leab ip yoo wan." And waved me away like a gnat. Back to her phone-drama. <br><br> I don't think I'd ever had the rug pulled out from under me like that before. Emotionally frayed as I was, the tears that were coming were not going to be seen by this cunt. I turned and stormed upstairs and began adding more damage to that door in the closet. <br><br> My hands hurt. I felt better. And she was right. I could spend more money and who knows where I'd end up. I didn't know this city--//country//--''continent'' at all. I'd just...find somewhere better tomorrow. When I wasn't exhausted. <br><br> But for now, I needed out of here. I needed distraction. I needed fun. <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <br><br><br> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits, I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkexpand "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 4s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. "Uh. Hey. Can I..." making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. "'ello." Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <br><br> "Uh, hey. Thanks." I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <br><br> "Angelo," he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again," a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <br><br> "Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?" <br><br> "Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out." <br><br> "American. Like de Bilippines?" <br><br> "Sure! So far!" <br><br> "I know good places. Let me cho you." Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, "Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb." Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> No. No. I was not going to freak out. It was fine. It was... <<link "manageable">><<replace "#freakout" t8n>> <<Stats Confident -->> manageable. <br><br> Unsure if the trade off between cost and safety was worth it, I went ahead and put my things away. I kept glancing at the askew maintenance door as if someone or some thing would be peeking. It wasn't. Yet? <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <br><br><br> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits I decided that I might as well get out of this shithole and experience the city and maybe have some fun, so I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkexpand "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 4s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. "Uh. Hey. Can I..." making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. "'ello." Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <br><br> "Uh, hey. Thanks." I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <br><br> "Angelo," he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again," a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <br><br> "Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?" <br><br> "Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out." <br><br> "American. Like de Bilippines?" <br><br> "Sure! So far!" <br><br> "I know good places. Let me cho you." Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, "Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb." Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> Unsure if the trade off between cost and safety was worth it, I went ahead and put my things away. I kept glancing at the askew maintenance door as if someone or some thing would be peeking. It wasn't. Yet? <br><br> I plugged my phone in to get a charge and logged in to the WiFi which worked, if not exceptionally spotty. Probably due to the drag of desk lady's video watching. <br><br> I felt dirty. Travel stuck to me like a film and the setting certainly wasn't making me feel rejuvenated so I set out to take a shower. I put my hair back and up -- I wasn't about to subject it to whatever was in the water here -- grabbed a threadbare towel and some flipflops, I made my way down the hallway to the floor's bathroom. Yay, hostels. <br><br> Through the thin doors, I could hear people talking...to themselves? Some sort of sporting event -- how were they getting enough bandwidth? And grunting as people were getting dirty. I wondered how many of these rooms were long-stay, by the hour, or occupied by young travelers like myself. <br><br> The bathroom was a relief. It was moist, but the tang of bleach in the air told me it was at least industrially cleaned. I did a quick little peek around to make sure I was alone and to select the 'best' of a bad situation. Keeping my flipflops on, I put my towel on the hook and began <<linkexpand "stripping down.">> <<outfit naked>> stripping down. <br><br><br> Flipflops were staying on but making it extra awkward to remove clothing while not touching anything. A quick little naked run to a clean seating area and then back to my shower, I pulled the curtain and hit the <<linkexpand "water.">> water. <br><br><br> The pipes thrummed begrudgingly, the showerhead shaking and then the water exploded in my face making me yelp -- both from the cold and the velocity. Nipples harder than rocks, I tried to endure the slowly warming water. At least it was invigorating. Shivering, I turned slowly under the stream before grabbing my razor and beginning to slather my legs. I shaved slowly, taking my time and investing in the ritual. The water had reached lukewarm levels and doing something for myself was calming and allowed me to disassociate for a bit. <br><br> Finishing up with my armpits I decided that I might as well get out of this shithole and experience the city and maybe have some fun, so I did an inspection of my mound and the environs before shutting the water off and reaching out of the stall for my <<linkexpand "towel.">> towel. <<outfit towel>> <br><br><br> <<timed 4s>>It was there.<</timed>> Drying myself off as best as the non-absorbent cloth could manage, I wrapped it around myself and went to toss the razor head. I stopped short, some fat Filipino stood shirtless in front of a mirror and right next to my pile of clothes. He looked over at me and I registered the shock on his face. "Uh. Hey. Can I..." making a slight step forward, motioning towards my things. <br><br> He looked down at them, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth at an angle, and then back at me, sliding his hand underneath and walking them over to me while he continued to brush. "'ello." Mouth full, but affecting kindness. <br><br> "Uh, hey. Thanks." I smiled, taking my stuff and stepping back. He made a quick hand motion to halt me as he went to the basin and expectorated the paste. <br><br> "Angelo," he wiped his mouth and smacked his bare chest. Then extended that hand towards me. Fighting down the repulsion and thoughts that I had //just// gotten clean, I took the hand. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. Thanks, again," a little up, down with my pile. I really hoped the towel was well cinched. <br><br> "Nice to meetchoo. Guess we're hall mates, <<print $CC.name>>. Gettin' reddy bor tonight?" <br><br> "Just got in...but yeah, I guess I'm going out." <br><br> "American. Like de Bilippines?" <br><br> "Sure! So far!" <br><br> "I know good places. Let me cho you." Before I could respond, he frowned, shaking his head and waved me off, "Go, get reddy. Knock at dwelb." Sounded like twelve. I smiled and scurried off to my room to get decent and [[decide|ACTI004 - NightOut2]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI004-NightOut2.png">> <<outfit club>> <<set $ACTI.goOut = "">> I tugged down at the bunching around my hips, flattening some of the travel wrinkles. Little black dress would have to do. Maybe I'd do some shopping tomorrow. Tomorrow. That was a crazy thought. Didn't even know where to go for shopping if I wanted to. <br><br> Twisting at the waist slightly and lifting up onto the balls of my feet I considered myself in the mirror, "New city. New life. New me." I guess. I'd go with that. <br><br> Now. Who to go with? <div id="goout"> <<crossroads #goout>> <<path>> Solo? <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.goOut = "solo">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <br><br> As much as I appreciated the offer and Angelo //seemed// like a stand-up guy, I needed to figure this place out by myself and I really had no idea who he was at all. So, I didn't go knocking at twelve, but headed down the stairs and actually received attention from front desk cunt -- a disapproving shake of her head as American girl went out to party. I could only imagine the thoughts and commentary in her head. <br><br> It was still relatively early to go out, but that made the street in front of RedDoorz more palatable than the sketchy alleyscape that it probably would appear to be when I returned later tonight. <br><br> The air was heavy and there was a warm breeze coming off of the nearby water, but I knew this to be the 'dry season'. And it still felt wet. Yay. My heels clicked wetly on the rough concrete underfoot as I made my way onto the next street -- Mabini -- where I had seen a cluster of 'clubs' from a quick Google search. I clocked a Mall only a block away, too. <br><br> Despite the seedy feeling of the little corner of RedDoorz, it certainly would be convenient for the two things I knew that I'd be doing. The throb of music and the rumble of bass told me I was headed in the right direction and I eagerly picked up the pace, even if that made my jiggle a bit too wanton and the hem flip up a bit too much. It was like a siren's call. And I was answering. <br><br> I passed by a few that looked too small or too empty and even though it meant my feet were beginning to hurt, I was a good Goldilocks and waited for what was ''just'' right. <<linkexpand "Club ZZYZX.">> <<image framed "passage/a1.crowd.png">> Club ZZYZX. <br><br><br> The bouncer seemed to appreciate that I didn't have anything for him to check and a single look at me was all the ID he needed. I walked right in to the pulsing EDM. The light show from up ahead at the end of the hallway illuminated the haze of cigarette smoke and fog machines. I could feel my excitement brimming, like a release just around the corner. <br><br> The DJ was good: I was already bopping my head and jumping a little as I came 'round into the big dance hall. I was certainly a minority both in gender and ethnicity. And I hated myself a little bit because I couldn't honestly tell the origin of most of the people around me. Locals? Foreign Asians? I pushed off my self-judgment and pushed through the attention and crowd to get to the bar. <br><br> Oh. There were a good number of women here...Oh. They were definitely prostitutes. And I was immediately approached. <br><br> "You new here." It was not the accent I had been hearing since arriving, but English was not their first language. <br><br> "Uh, yeah." I yelled back, my senses overwhelmed, the tiredness and travel making my first reaction respond rather than run. <br><br> "We go back to my place." <br><br> "No--" <br><br> "No? I pay." <br><br> "I'm not a..." <br><br> "Riiiight." Okay, picking up Chinese vibes to the pronunciation. "Look, first time customer. Very generous." <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality" "Athletics">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<face angry>> Having zero desire to either be a prostitute or finding men, let alone //him// attractive, I turned away without another word, looking for a bartender. Then, he ''grabbed'' my arm. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> And a quick yank and I dipped into the crowed, not interested in the insistence that I was some whore. I didn't get my drink, but in the swell of the crowd there was anonymity. It was a herd tactic and it worked. I lost myself in the music, becoming sweaty and loosing all my frustrations into the night. I screamed and no one could hear me. I laughed and no one cared. I cried and no one could see. <br><br> Sadly, the only attraction I felt were going to require a transaction. And I wasn't about to ply the sex trade. <br><br> So, I whiled away the hours with careful trips to the bar and got a light buzz going while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- I stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time I had headed out. <br><br> Despite not knowing the town, the proximity to my 'home base' was a smart move. I made it back to RedDoorz and was able to collapse, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<else>> Pulling my arm back was not going to work without creating a scene. <br><br> "Look--" <br><br> "No. //You// ''look'', girl. I make offer. You accept offer." He pulled me again, away from the bar and I stumbled. It was moments like these that I hated the natural imbalance of physical strength between men and women. It was do or die so I screamed and flailed, pulling with all of my might. <br><br> No one came to my aid and he didn't flinch. But I don't think he was expecting this much of a fight. I fell, flat on my ass and flashing him and everyone <<link "spread eagle">><<upper "dress_littleblack_up">><</link>>. He lurched towards me and I scrambled back, heels scrabbling on the floor where my dignity had also been left. <br><br> Once you start screaming, there's something internally that keeps the engine going. But I was getting away, and finally getting my footing as we both were bumping into dispassionate clubbers. And then I ran into something solid. <br><br> It was security, grabbing me by the arm that had started the whole scene. A flash of me just being handed over to the man by another man went across my mind. <br><br> Thankfully, I was being escorted out -- the scene I had created had successfully ended the man's attempt. But it had also ended my night. As I was tossed out into the street I gave a wail and gave the sumo-like man the finger. Tears were ruining my makeup and one of my heels had broken. <br><br> I hobbled home, not in a state to 'try again'. Nothing this extreme would have happened to a girl like me in the States, I thought. I probably received more disapproval as I returned so quickly and in this state to RedDoorz, but I didn't care. I tossed my clothes on the floor and cried into the flat pillow. <br><br> I didn't realize I was going to sleep, but I passed out hard. What a //successful// [[first night|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <</if>> <<else>> Well. <div id="prostie"> <<crossroads #prostie>> <<path>> I wasn't about to whore myself out, but I could ask for a drink. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <br><br> ..."How about a drink?" <br><br> He grinned and pulled me closer by the arm, "Cheaper. Sure." His hand dropped to my ass and gave it a squeeze through the thin material of my LBD as he waved a bartender over. He got attention and I didn't? Weird. My hand reached back to nudge his hand off my right cheek, but he just grabbed firmer and gave my hand a smack. "Give this girl a...tequila?" He grinned, face right up in mine. <br><br> "Sure." I nodded and just relented to the grabbing at my ass. A shot passed my way, and I was glad to not have to worry about what was in it. I shot it and he waved a second pour immediately, "Just one is fine..." <br><br> "No, no. Have good time." I looked around for an exit. A girl to swoop in and save me? No, they were working. Security? Shit. I pounded the second shot. <br><br> "Dance?" I pressed off from the bar, trying to change the venue and maybe get an exit in the crowd. He was content to follow me out, eyeing my bare legs as I tried to coyly bring him into the bobbing bodies. <br><br> I felt a tug at my hand and let our distance and a quick little motion separate us and then I moved quickly, into the crowd. I probably bobbed and weaved longer than I needed to, but when I stopped I realized a couple things: I stood out like a sore thumb and I couldn't really remember what he looked like compared to the other guys. He could reappear at any moment. <br><br> So, debating between the risk of being pounced while trying to enjoy myself and being safe, I bounced. <br><br> How long had I actually been at the club? At least I had a little buzz. I considered a few other clubs as I gravitated back to the RedDoorz but decided I didn't want a repeat where I wasn't as successful. <br><br> "No pun?" Came a chuckle from counter-cunt. I gave her the finger. She clucked her tongue at me and I made my way upstairs. Maybe I should have gone with Angelo. <br><br><br> Instead, I got ready to bed and let the alcohol pull me to a [[heavy slumber|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<path>> I could give him a firm denial. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face angry>> <br><br> "''//No//''." His hand __grabbed__ at my arm and pulled me firmly with slow intention towards him. <br><br> "Say that again." Despite the lowered volume, I heard him clearly. He pulled me again, away from the bar and I stumbled. It was moments like these that I hated the natural imbalance of physical strength between men and women. It was do or die so I screamed and flailed, pulling with all of my might. <br><br> No one came to my aid and he didn't flinch. But I don't think he was expecting this much of a fight. I fell, flat on my ass and flashing him and everyone <<link "spread eagle">><<upper "dress_littleblack_up">><</link>>. He lurched towards me and I scrambled back, heels scrabbling on the floor where my dignity had also been left. <br><br> Once you start screaming, there's something internally that keeps the engine going. But I was getting away, and finally getting my footing as we both were bumping into dispassionate clubbers. And then I ran into something solid. <br><br> It was security, grabbing me by the arm that had started the whole scene. A flash of me just being handed over to the man by another man went across my mind. <br><br> Thankfully, I was being escorted out -- the scene I had created had successfully ended the man's attempt. But it had also ended my night. As I was tossed out into the street I gave a wail and gave the sumo-like man the finger. Tears were ruining my makeup and one of my heels had broken. <br><br> I hobbled home, not in a state to 'try again'. Nothing this extreme would have happened to a girl like me in the States, I thought. I probably received more disapproval as I returned so quickly and in this state to RedDoorz, but I didn't care. <br><br> My confidence shot, I tossed my clothes on the floor and cried into the flat pillow. <br><br><br> I didn't realize I was going to sleep, but I passed out hard. What a //successful// [[first night|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 && $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> He wanted to fuck and I wanted release... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough and doesn't respond to pervs that way. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face ahego runny>> <<SexSkill oral>> I wanted dick. "Okay. But I'm not one of //them//." I intoned towards my fellow femmes. He shrugged. <br><br> "Sure. Way cheaper." He began pulling me away from the bar and I had a sense it was towards the back, maybe a bathroom. <br><br> "Hey...not here." Shit, so much for going out and clubbing. <br><br> He frowned, "Hotel too far. Not paying for car." <br><br> "Weren't you going to pay when you left?" I smiled, leaning into him, hand sliding on his stomach. <br><br> His eyes narrowed, but the ease of the encounter and his fuller wallet I think made the decision. We made our way out of the club as he fidgeted with his phone in his free hand. I noticed an app called Grab and it seemed to be like Uber. Huh. So there was that option. <br><br> It arrived shortly thereafter and we climbed in, the crowds outside just beginning to form. Super-early end to my night, I realized as I gasped out, being suddenly tugged against him in the backseat while his other hand took advantage of my distraction to go between my <<link "legs">><<upper "dress_littleblack_up">><</link>>. <br><br> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> "Oh, not one of them?" He grinned into my face as he felt my unprotected slit. <</if>> I squirmed but he was insistent and I knew it was going to happen anyway so I relaxed into feeling his hand go under my <<print $Body.undies>> and fingers beginning to work at my cleft. <br><br> I grunted and squirmed, moving in to kiss him and felt his other hand up on my head, pulling me in to his...crotch. He held it there as he gave a <<shake 2s>>smack<</shake>> on my pussy which made me jerk. He chuckled and freed his hand from between my clenched thighs and unzipped his pants, fishing out his member and hitting it limp against my lips. <br><br> Beginning to bob, I worked on him as the rideshare drove along as if nothing was happening. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> He grunted pleased in surprise, "Oh, you //are// one of them." My head continued bobbing, feeling his rapidly hardening manhood pulsing in my mouth. <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> "Shit. ''NGH''." I had only just begun to work when he released, pushing my head down and making me take his load into my throat. <<cumSpray mouth>>I pulled off, panting and looking for his reaction. He was leaning over me, "Pull over." Rapping on the back of the driver's seat. The car slowed down and he gave a little lift of his chin, "Get out." Dispirited, but knowing his nature there wasn't much room for argument. <br><br> I climbed out and was left on some side street in the middle of Manila with semen cloying at my tastebuds. Fear rose in my craw and I fought it down, beginning my search for my 'home base'. <br><br> I made it, thanks to the kindness of strangers, but I felt the shame of what had happened as I climbed into bed. Rubbing myself to a climax that took longer than Mr. Grab, I fell into a [[heavy slumber|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<else>> <br><br> My pussy was soaking by the time we arrived at our destination, a ride full of his grunting and approval and my sucking. "Enough of that." He pulled me up and out of the cab as I wiped my wet mouth. <br><br> We had arrived at the palacious Manila Hotel. It made my RedDoorz look exactly like what it was. <br><br> He walked with a limp, the strain in his pants making walking difficult and I couldn't help but grin to myself as we made our way up to his room. The luxury was impressive and I practically melted when we pushed the door <<linkexpand "open.">> open. <<skillChecked "Wealth">> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> It was like the hotels I had known, a thankful reminder of the life I had just left. <<else>> It was like nothing I had ever experienced. My heart fluttered. Swooning. <</if>> And then what we had come for ruined the moment. <br><br> He nudged the straps off my shoulders and guided me over to the bed as the dress <<link "fell off">><<upper>><</link>> my form. Then he grabbed my head by the hair again and his knees hit the back of mine, making me fall forward onto all fours on the bed, back arched and head back and up awkwardly. <<dollRearView>> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<set $ACTI.oops = true>> "You got a condom?" <br><br> "No." I felt the meat that had been in my mouth poking at my opening. <br><br> "It's just in my bag--." <br><br> "Shut up." He jostled my head as he thrust. Fuck. <<else>> "Ow!" I felt the meat that had been in my mouth poking at my opening. <br><br> "Shut up." He jostled my head as he thrust. <</if>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <br><br> I squealed, bracing myself on the opulent bed, watching the wood-carved headboard bouncing in my vision as he pumped. He wasn't a good partner but that didn't surprise me. I had hoped for something else, though. Instead, I got a very rough but quick coupling and a load of semen deposited in me before he shoved me aside and headed off to take a shower, "You can stay. There." He pointed to the chaise at the foot of the bed. "Your pay." <<cumSpray thighs1 pussy1>> <br><br> It felt demeaning, but it would be far more comfortable than the RedDoorz. I waddled over to grab a towel as he showered and let it soak as I grabbed a sheet and pillow, a makeshift bed at the end of his. <br><br> I didn't hear him get out of the shower. I slept hard and he wasn't there in the morning, so I could try and dissuade myself of the notion of what had happened the night before and I had actually paid for the room. I had, kinda. <br><br> I headed 'home,' a walk of shame to the place I had paid for and not used. A yin to the yang of last night's [[stay|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<vCardCheck "Chinese guy" M "Chinese guy, on my first night in Manila">> <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "ACTI000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Angelo? <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.goOut = "angelo">> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <br><br> I walked down the hallway to knock on twelve, preferring a guide and potential male protector for the evening. "Oh! <<print $CC.name>>. Lookin' good. Come on. Les go." <br><br> He smiled kindly and waved me on. He had cleaned up well, wearing a linen suit and button down shirt that didn't hide his gifted midsection, but it was a proper accent to it. <br><br> It was still relatively early to go out, but that made the street in front of RedDoorz more palatable than the sketchy alleyscape that it probably would appear to be when I returned later tonight. <br><br> The air was heavy and there was a warm breeze coming off of the nearby water, but I knew this to be the 'dry season'. And it still felt wet. Yay. My heels clicked wetly on the rough concrete underfoot as I made my way onto the next street -- Mabini -- where I had seen a cluster of 'clubs' from a quick Google search. I clocked a Mall only a block away, too. <br><br> Despite the seedy feeling of the little corner of RedDoorz, it certainly would be convenient for the two things I knew that I'd be doing. The throb of music and the rumble of bass told me I was headed in the right direction and I eagerly picked up the pace, even if that made my jiggle a bit too wanton and the hem flip up a bit too much. It was like a siren's call. And I was answering. <br><br> "Takin you to a good place near here." We passed by a few that looked too small or too empty before arriving at <<linkexpand "Club ZZYZX.">> <<image framed "passage/A1.crowd.png">> Club ZZYZX. <br><br><br> The bouncer seemed to appreciate that I didn't have anything for him to check and a single look at me was all the ID he needed. Angelo slipped him something, but there was a nod of familiarity as we both walked right in to the pulsing EDM. <br><br> The light show from up ahead at the end of the hallway illuminated the haze of cigarette smoke and fog machines. I could feel my excitement brimming, like a release just around the corner. <br><br> The DJ was good: I was already bopping my head and jumping a little as I came 'round into the big dance hall. "Oh, yah? Like it?" Angelo chuckled, giving my bare shoulder a squeeze. I smiled and nodded, looking around as I took in the high-energy atmosphere even at this hour. <br><br> I was certainly a minority both in gender and ethnicity. And I hated myself a little bit because I couldn't honestly tell the origin of most of the people around me. Locals? Foreign Asians? I pushed off my self-judgment and turned back to Angelo, "Gonna get a drink, want anything?" <br><br> "I can come with?" I shrugged and we pushed through the crowd to get to the bar. <br><br> Oh. There were a good number of women here...Oh. They were definitely prostitutes. <br><br> Even with Angelo as company, I was immediately approached. <br><br> "You new here." It was not the accent I had been hearing since arriving, but English was not their first language. <br><br> "Uh, yeah." I yelled back, my senses overwhelmed, the tiredness and travel making my first reaction respond rather than run. <br><br> "We go back to my place." <br><br> "No--" <br><br> "No? I pay." <br><br> "I'm not a..." <br><br> "Riiiight." Okay, picking up Chinese vibes to the pronunciation. "Look, first time customer. Very generous." <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality" "Athletics">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> Having zero desire to either be a prostitute or finding men, let alone //him// attractive, I turned away without another word, looking for a bartender. Then, he ''grabbed'' my arm. <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> And a quick yank and I was free. Angelo saw the exchange and leaned closer, giving the man a dead stare -- I think he finally understood I wasn't a whore. Or taken. Didn't matter. He left and we got our drinks. <br><br> We both got a good buzz on and danced essentially wordlessly and without much contact for the rest of the evening. We smiled and laughed a bit, whiling away the hours with while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- we stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time we had headed out. <br><br> Angelo continued his guidance and we laughed and smiled our way back to RedDoorz. I collapsed, alone, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<else>> "''//No//''." His hand __grabbed__ at my arm and pulled me firmly with slow intention towards him. <br><br> "Say that again." Despite the lowered volume, I heard him clearly. He pulled me again, away from the bar and then, I stumbled. It was moments like these that I hated the natural imbalance of physical strength between men and women. It was do or die so I screamed and flailed, pulling with all of my might. I fell, flat on my ass and flashing everyone <<link "spread eagle">><<upper "dress_littleblack_up">><</link>>. But he wasn't there any more. Confused, I realized he was on the floor as well, Angelo standing, arms crossed and staring him down. <br><br> "Say dat again." He smiled at me as I got myself together. <br><br> "No." I chuckled away some tears and slid alongside Angelo. <br><br> The guy scrambled off, leaving me alone and the show had done enough that the rest of the night we weren't bothered. There was a query in the back of my head expecting Angelo to take in trade what he had saved me from, but that didn't seem to be his intention. <br><br> We both got a good buzz on and danced essentially wordlessly and without much contact for the rest of the evening. We grinned and laughed a bit, whiling away the hours with while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- we stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time we had headed out. <br><br><br> Angelo continued his guidance and we laughed and smiled our way back to RedDoorz. I collapsed, alone, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <</if>> <<else>> Well. <div id="prostie"> <<crossroads #prostie>> <<path>> I wasn't about to whore myself out, but I could ask for a drink. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <br><br> ..."How about a drink?" <br><br> He grinned and pulled me closer by the arm, "Cheaper. Sure." <br><br> Angelo had caught the interaction from the moment, watching curiously out of the corner of his eye. An eyebrow raised, seeing if I wanted him to step in. I shook my head, even though the guy's hand had dropped to my ass and squeezing it through the thin material of my LBD as he waved a bartender over. <br><br> He got attention and I didn't? Weird. <br><br> My hand reached back to nudge his hand off my right cheek, but he just grabbed firmer and gave my hand a smack. "Give this girl a...tequila?" He grinned, face right up in mine. <br><br> "Sure." I nodded and just relented to the grabbing at my ass. A shot passed my way, and I was glad to not have to worry about what was in it. I shot it and he waved a second pour immediately, "Just one is fine..." <br><br> "No, no. Have good time." I looked around Angelo. Gone. Shit. A girl to swoop in and save me? No, they were working. Security? Shit. I pounded the second shot. <br><br> "Dance?" I pressed off from the bar, trying to change the venue and maybe get an exit in the crowd. He was content to follow me out, eyeing my bare legs as I tried to coyly bring him into the bobbing bodies. <br><br> I felt a tug at my hand and let our distance and a quick little motion separate us and then I moved quickly, into the crowd. I probably bobbed and weaved longer than I needed to, but when I stopped I realized a couple things: I stood out like a sore thumb and I couldn't really remember what he looked like compared to the other guys. He could reappear at any moment. <br><br> So, I searched for Angelo. An arm grabbed mine and I froze, thinking my time was up. <br><br> It was Angelo. "You kay?" I nodded emphatically, my eyes moist as I chuckled the adrenaline spike off. He smiled back and made a motion to the dance floor. I accepted the offer and began the night that I had wanted. <br><br> We both got a good buzz on and danced essentially wordlessly and without much contact for the rest of the evening. We smiled and laughed a bit, whiling away the hours with while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- we stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time we had headed out. <br><br><br> Angelo continued his guidance and we laughed and smiled our way back to RedDoorz. I collapsed, alone, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<path>> I could get Angelo involved. <<contents>> <<face angry>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <br><br> "''//No//''." His hand __grabbed__ at my arm and pulled me firmly with slow intention towards him. <br><br> "Say that again." Despite the lowered volume, I heard him clearly. He pulled me again, away from the bar and then, I stumbled. It was moments like these that I hated the natural imbalance of physical strength between men and women. It was do or die so I screamed and flailed, pulling with all of my might. I fell, flat on my ass and flashing everyone <<link "spread eagle">><<upper "dress_littleblack_up">><</link>>. But he wasn't there any more. Confused, I realized he was on the floor as well, Angelo standing, arms crossed and staring him down. <br><br> "Say dat again." He smiled at me as I pulled myself up and together. <br><br> "No." I chuckled away some tears and slid alongside Angelo. <br><br> The guy scrambled off, leaving me alone and the show had done enough that the rest of the night we weren't bothered. There was a query in the back of my head expecting Angelo to take in trade what he had saved me from, but that didn't seem to be his intention. <br><br> We both got a good buzz on and danced essentially wordlessly and without much contact for the rest of the evening. We grinned and laughed a bit, whiling away the hours with while I sweated out the toxins of the trip. Then, euphoric -- or just dead tired -- we stumbled out of the club into a pulsing night scene. It had really picked up from the time we had headed out. <br><br><br> Angelo continued his guidance and we laughed and smiled our way back to RedDoorz. I collapsed, alone, still in my dress. I slept like a [[fucking rock|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 && $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> He wanted to fuck and I wanted release. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough and doesn't respond to pervs that way. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face ahego runny>> <<SexSkill oral>> I wanted dick. Angelo had flinched at the interaction, eyes curious and watching me. I gave him a wink as I turned to the pick-up artist. "Okay. But I'm not one of //them//." I intoned towards my fellow femmes. He shrugged. <br><br> "Sure. Way cheaper." He began pulling me away from the bar and Angelo. I had a sense it was towards the back, maybe a bathroom. <br><br> "Hey...not here." Shit, so much for going out and clubbing. <br><br> He frowned, "Hotel too far. Not paying for car." <br><br> "Weren't you going to pay when you left?" I smiled, leaning into him, hand sliding on his stomach. <br><br> His eyes narrowed, but the ease of the encounter and his fuller wallet I think made the decision. We made our way out of the club as he fidgeted with his phone in his free hand. I noticed an app called Grab and it seemed to be like Uber. Huh. So there was that option. <br><br> It arrived shortly thereafter and we climbed in, the crowds outside just beginning to form. Super-early end to my night, I realized as I gasped out, being suddenly tugged against him in the backseat while his other hand took advantage of my distraction to go between my <<link "legs">><<upper "dress_littleblack_up">><</link>>. <br><br> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> "Oh, not one of them?" He grinned into my face as he felt my unprotected slit. <</if>> I squirmed but he was insistent and I knew it was going to happen anyway so I relaxed into feeling his hand go under my <<print $Body.undies>> and fingers beginning to work at my cleft. <br><br> I grunted and squirmed, moving in to kiss him and felt his other hand up on my head, pulling me in to his...crotch. He held it there as he gave a <<shake 2s>>smack<</shake>> on my pussy which made me jerk. He chuckled and freed his hand from between my clenched thighs and unzipped his pants, fishing out his member and hitting it limp against my lips. <br><br> Beginning to bob, I worked on him as the rideshare drove along as if nothing was happening. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> He grunted pleased in surprise, "Oh, you //are// one of them." My head continued bobbing, feeling his rapidly hardening manhood pulsing in my mouth. <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> "Shit. ''NGH''." I had only just begun to work when he released, pushing my head down and making me take his load into my throat. <<cumSpray mouth>> I pulled off, panting and looking for his reaction. He was leaning over me, "Pull over." Rapping on the back of the driver's seat. The car slowed down and he gave a little lift of his chin, "Get out." Dispirited, but knowing his nature there wasn't much room for argument. <br><br> I climbed out and was left on some side street in the middle of Manila with semen cloying at my tastebuds. Fear rose in my craw and I fought it down, beginning my search for my 'home base'. <br><br> I made it, thanks to the kindness of strangers, but I felt the shame of what had happened as I climbed into bed. Rubbing myself to a climax that took longer than Mr. Grab, I fell into a [[heavy slumber|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<else>> <br><br> My pussy was soaking by the time we arrived at our destination, a ride full of his grunting and approval and my sucking. "Enough of that." He pulled me up and out of the cab as I wiped my wet mouth. <br><br> We had arrived at the palacious Manila Hotel. It made my RedDoorz look exactly like what it was. <br><br> He walked with a limp, the strain in his pants making walking difficult and I couldn't help but grin to myself as we made our way up to his room. The luxury was impressive and I practically melted when we pushed the door open. <<skillChecked "Wealth">> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> It was like the hotels I had known, a thankful reminder of the life I had just left. <<else>> It was like nothing I had ever experienced. My heart fluttered. Swooning. <</if>> And then what we had come for ruined the moment. <br><br> He nudged the straps off my shoulders and guided me over to the bed as the dress fell <<link "off">><<upper>><</link>> my form. Then he grabbed my head by the hair again and his knees hit the back of mine, making me fall forward onto all fours on the bed, back arched and head back and up awkwardly. <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<set $ACTI.oops = true>> "You got a condom?" <br><br> "No." I felt the meat that had been in my mouth poking at my opening. <br><br> "It's just in my bag--" <br><br> "Shut up." He jostled my head as he thrust. Fuck. <<else>> "Ow!" I felt the meat that had been in my mouth poking at my opening. <br><br> "Shut up." He jostled my head as he thrust. <</if>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <br><br> I squealed, bracing myself on the opulent bed, watching the wood-carved headboard bouncing in my vision as he pumped. He wasn't a good partner but that didn't surprise me. I had hoped for something else, though. Instead, I got a very rough but quick coupling and a load of semen deposited in me before he shoved me aside and headed off to take a shower, "You can stay. There." He pointed to the chaise at the foot of the bed. "Your pay." <<cumSpray thighs1 pussy1>> <br><br> It felt demeaning, but it would be far more comfortable than the RedDoorz. I waddled over to grab a towel as he showered and let it soak as I grabbed a sheet and pillow, a makeshift bed at the end of his. <br><br> I didn't hear him get out of the shower. I slept hard and he wasn't there in the morning, so I could try and dissuade myself of the notion of what had happened the night before and I had actually paid for the room. I had, kinda. <br><br><br> I headed 'home,' a walk of shame to the place I had paid for and not used. Crawling into bed for just a bit more rest really put in perspective the difference between my bed and that chaise. The squalor a perfect yin to the yang of last night's [[stay|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <<vCardCheck "Chinese guy" M "Chinese guy, on my first night in Manila">> <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<include "ACTI000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Just get some rest? <<contents>> <<set $ACTI.goOut = "no">> <<Stats Excitable -->> <br><br> No matter how much I wanted to shake all of this craziness off and just lose myself with abandon, I figured I really needed to listen to my body, not my frazzled emotional brain. I wiped the makeup off, pulled my dress off and tossed it <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>>onto the floor<<else>>ontop of my bag<</if>>. Then, with a last look into that monster-closet for safety, I curled into the rough sheets and flipped off the light. <br><br><br> I barely clocked drifting off as I spent my first night in Manila sleeping [[heavily|ACTI005 - Deus Ex Machina]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
The hangover of the morning hit me hard, and it wasn't due to tequila. My head hurt, my muscles ached and my mouth felt cottony. A labored sigh, head in my hands, elbows on my knees, I remained half-in, half-out of bed. What would I do today? What //was// I doing here? Both were unanswered questions, but I was here and needed to keep forward momentum. <br><br> Grunting, I pulled myself out of the cot, put my hair up and slid on flipflops to go brush my teeth. <br><br> Angelo was in the hall. "You okay?" I nodded and smiled, shuffling my way towards the bathroom. My mind was foggy enough not to question why he would just be standing in an empty hallway. <br><br> "Mornin'." <br><br> "Let me know when you put together and reddy -- got a meeding on de books." <br><br> "It's fine. I can handle myself today. I appreciate you wanting to be my guide. I really do--" <br><br> "Meeting is por you." <br><br> "Sure." I swung into the bathroom and proceeded to brush away last night. The specter of what he said was creeping into the back of my head and when I splashed water on my face I realized: was he serious? He sounded serious. Like, pre-planned and arranged. Business-like. I didn't have any business. Peeking back out of the doorless portal to the bathroom, I saw him unmoved, "A meeting?" <br><br> He nodded and smiled soft, but humorless. "I'll be here. Go get changed." It wasn't forceful, but there was a tone to it that there wasn't choice, but there also wasn't danger. He didn't try to dispel my clear confusion as I ambled past him to get some decent clothes on. My mind spun, trying to remember if something had happened last night or at the airport...I hadn't called anyone. Hadn't even emailed or texted. <br><br> "Okay." I shrugged, my countenance a nervous frown. He nodded again and motioned for me to join alongside him, "You going to tell me anything?" <br><br> He sighed as we made our way down the steps and past counter-cunt, "Nothin dat you won't be hearin' soon anyway. Nothin to prep, you know?" <br><br> I laughed uncomfortably and shook my head, "No. I don't. Can I at least know //who// the meeting is with? Did my...like Dad send you to wrangle me home? Second thoughts? Fear for my safety?" I was trying to keep it light, but not a single light went on in his eyes. <br><br> "Not par prom here." We descended into the street and he didn't call a cab or anything, so he either meant it or wanted me to get my steps in. I dropped into silence, just letting him lead me. My sixth sense wasn't throwing alarms, so it was either broken and I was about to die, or it was doing its job and allowing me some semblance of calm. <br><br> We passed by United Nations Avenue and into a gorgeous park that stood out starkly from the area we had just left, mere steps ago. It felt capitol, like Washington, DC. It had monuments, broad swaths of open green, paths lined with palm trees -- not found in DC -- and it was immaculate. It helped me relax, taking in the green space as he guided me towards a little plaza where there were people hunched over stone tables playing chess. <br><br> And that was our destination. I knew because sitting at one of the setups was <<linkexpand "Nate.">> <<face shock>> Nate. <br><br><br> <<if $ACTI.followed == true>> So, it had been true. He'd been following me. Wait. Angelo worked for him, with him, whatever? My mind reeled as I considered the timeline of arriving and running into Angelo. They must have been tracking me...oh. Through the online booking. Well, guess I //wasn't// cut out for spying. <<else>> <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>> Nate was //here//. He had sent for me. That's what this was all about. Wait. Angelo worked for him, with him, whatever? Another 'random' chance meeting. Fuck these spies. <<else>> Nate was here. He had followed me. He had been tracking me. Wait. Angelo worked for him, with him, whatever? My mind reeled as I considered the timeline of arriving and running into Angelo. They must have been tracking me...oh. Through the online booking. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): An interpretation of the Spy vs. Spy characters */ He looked up from the pieces with a slight acknowledgement of our approach. "So, you're not just a spy, you're like a...grandmaster, too?" It was an attempt at a dig, I wanted control. <br><br> "Hm? Oh. No. Neither." He shook his head and leaned up from his study of the arrangement of pieces, "They were just like this when I sat down and I, for the life of me, can never make heads or tails of this game." <br><br> "You //are// a spy. Apparently, so is friendly Mr. Angelo." I twiddled a black pawn between my fingers. I heard him chuckle behind me. "What. Is there some like...nomenclature I'm missing? Some big linguistic faux pas for calling you a fucking ''spy''?" The anger had reached the surface. I had been trying to get away from this bullshit and it had come along for the ride -- and I was exhausted, jet lagged. <br><br> Nate cleared his throat. "Kind of. Look. For your safety. For our safety. Cut it with that word, please, Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>." <br><br> "Then you can at least do me the favor of explaining all the //actual// cloak and dagger bullshit." <br><br> He nodded, eyed the pawn I had clutched in my palm and his eyes unfocused, going somewhere else. <<if visited("ACTI002 - Tallinn Interlude") || visited("ACTI002 - Bangkok Interlude")>> "The...details will have to wait. But let me say first that I'm impressed by you. How you ended up here, while...fortuitous...was not what I expected or planned." <br><br> "You were the one who sent for me." It wasn't a question. <br><br> He nodded, "Mhmm. And how did you decide on..." <br><br> <<if $ACTI.search gt 0>> "Fucking chance? Roll of the dice? Or maybe you machinated it too?" <br><br> He shook his head. "Maybe fate. Well, I'm happy you're here." <<else>> I gave him the details of what I understood about her disappearance, my search. And the happenstances. <br><br> He nodded, "Good work." <</if>> <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> <<set $People['AI'].Angelo.rel ++>> "And las night. Club ZZYZX? And wit dat guy..." Angelo added. <br><br> "Yes. You had an interaction--" <br><br> "With some guy at the club, yeah. Why?" <br><br> "Just...the stars aligning?" <</if>> <br><br> "Thank you?" I was unsure what the subtext was, but it seemed positive. He paused, sitting back on the backless seat, considering me. Then a nod and I could sense Angelo's big body moving away. Privacy. Okay. <br><br> "So, yes. This is your mother's last known location. She's been working here for years--" <br><br> "I know. Bullshit about arrays here. Called her on that years ago." <br><br> "I know." He chuckled and smiled. "And she was close. Operation was nearing an end and then...she went dark. And given the op, we're very concerned for her safety." <br><br> There was a pain in my chest, the words fought to come free from my larynx, "She's dead." <br><br> He sighed, shifting and looked at me firmly, "It's //possible//. But knowing her, I sincerely doubt it. But we're at an impasse and we didn't know how to proceed. And the op is of the highest importance for world safety." <br><br> "Bullshit." <br><br> "You like that word." I shrugged, he smiled. "But I'm not being hyperbolic. Continuing this op immediately is the best chance for her and __legitimately__ millions of people back home. I can't give you details because, you're a civilian." <br><br> I rolled my eyes, "So, why are we here. Why this meeting out of a fucking Ludlum book?" <br><br> "You //do// know that some of the best espionage has been written by people were in the service." <br><br> "Ludlum's just some dude." <br><br> "You're here because we've come to the conclusion that you may be the only way forward." <br><br> "Me." <br><br> "Highly. //Highly// unorthodox, but when I said the stakes were high -- they're willing to do anything. For completion of the operation. Your mother is collateral, but in ''my'' mind? Let's get her too." <br><br> "I'm not a spy." <br><br> "__Highly__--" <br><br> "Unorthodox. Yeah." <br><br> "It will be immensely dangerous, but I do see what the analysis showed: a non-operative working in this function may be able to fly under the radar, with a ready-made legend. Let me pull a line from another good writer: You are our only hope. Your mother's only hope." <br><br> The tightness in my throat got worse. And my palm //hurt//. I was clenching the pawn and the edges were digging in at my flesh. I looked off. <br><br> "What would you need me to do?" <br><br> "I'll take that as a yes?" <br><br><br> My cheeks were wet. "[[Yes|ACTI006 - Indoctrination]]." <<else>> "The details will have to wait. But let me say that first, I am impressed that you are here. How did you...I guess the opportune question is //why// did you come here?" <div id="reason"> <<crossroads #reason>> <<path $ACTI.search == 3>> Tell him about the search? <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't learn about her Mom in Manila. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Deception -->> <br><br> Something wanted to impress, so I gave him a step-by-step description of my 'infiltration' and finding the documents that seemed to point to this as being her last known position. <br><br> A shift of the head and a slight nod, "Good work." <br><br> <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> <<set $People['AI'].Angelo.rel ++>> "And las night. Club ZZYZX? And wit dat guy..." Angelo added. <br><br> "Yes. You had an interaction--" <br><br> "With some guy at the club, yeah. Why?" <br><br> "Just...the stars aligning?" <br><br> <</if>> "Thank you?" I was unsure what the subtext was, but it seemed positive. He paused, sitting back on the backless seat, considering me. Then a nod and I could sense Angelo's big body moving away. Privacy. Okay. <br><br> "So, yes. This is your mother's last known location. She's been working here for years--" <br><br> "I know. Bullshit about arrays here. Called her on that years ago." <br><br> "I know." He chuckled and smiled. "And she was close. Operation was nearing an end and then...she went dark. And given the op, we're very concerned for her safety." <br><br> There was a pain in my chest, the words fought to come free from my larynx, "She's dead." <br><br> He sighed, shifting and looked at me firmly, "It's //possible//. But knowing her, I sincerely doubt it. But we're at an impasse and we didn't know how to proceed. And the op is of the highest importance for world safety." <br><br> "Bullshit." <br><br> "You like that word." I shrugged, he smiled. "But I'm not being hyperbolic. Continuing this op immediately is the best chance for her and __legitimately__ millions of people back home. I can't give you details because, you're a civilian." <br><br> I rolled my eyes, "So, why are we here. Why this meeting out of a fucking Ludlum book?" <br><br> "You //do// know that some of the best espionage has been written by people were in the service." <br><br> "Ludlum's just some dude." <br><br> "You're here because we've come to the conclusion that you may be the only way forward." <br><br> "Me." <br><br> "Highly. //Highly// unorthodox, but when I said the stakes were high -- they're willing to do anything. For completion of the operation. Your mother is collateral, but in ''my'' mind? Let's get her too." <br><br> "I'm not a spy." <br><br> "__Highly__--" <br><br> "Unorthodox. Yeah." <br><br> "It will be immensely dangerous, but I do see what the analysis showed: a non-operative working in this function may be able to fly under the radar, with a ready-made legend. Let me pull a line from another good writer: You are our only hope. Your mother's only hope." <br><br> The tightness in my throat got worse. And my palm //hurt//. I was clenching the pawn and the edges were digging in at my flesh. I looked off. <br><br> "What would you need me to do?" <br><br> "I'll take that as a yes?" <br><br><br> My cheeks were wet. "[[Yes|ACTI006 - Indoctrination]]." <<path $ACTI.search != 3>> An old memory? <<blocked>> $CC.name knew about her Mom in Manila. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Deception -->> <br><br> I shrugged, confused why it mattered, "Kinda like a dartboard? And there was this fight we had years ago and this place always stuck with me." <br><br> A shift of the head and a slight nod, "Good memory." <br><br> <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> <<set $People['AI'].Angelo.rel ++>> "And las night. ZZYZX? And wit dat guy..." Angelo added. <br><br> "Yes. You had an interaction--" <br><br> "With some guy at the club, yeah. Why?" <br><br> "Just...the stars aligning?" <br><br> <</if>> "Thank you?" I was unsure what the subtext was, but it seemed positive. He paused, sitting back on the backless seat, considering me. Then a nod and I could sense Angelo's big body moving away. Privacy. Okay. <br><br> "So, yes. This is your mother's last known location. She's been working here for years--" <br><br> "I know. Bullshit about arrays here. Called her on that years ago." <br><br> "I know." He chuckled and smiled. "And she was close. Operation was nearing an end and then...she went dark. And given the op, we're very concerned for her safety." <br><br> There was a pain in my chest, the words fought to come free from my larynx, "She's dead." <br><br> He sighed, shifting and looked at me firmly, "It's //possible//. But knowing her, I sincerely doubt it. But we're at an impasse and we didn't know how to proceed. And the op is of the highest importance for world safety." <br><br> "Bullshit." <br><br> "You like that word." I shrugged, he smiled. "But I'm not being hyperbolic. Continuing this op immediately is the best chance for her and __legitimately__ millions of people back home. I can't give you details because, you're a civilian." <br><br> I rolled my eyes, "So, why are we here. Why this meeting out of a fucking Ludlum book?" <br><br> "You //do// know that some of the best espionage has been written by people were in the service." <br><br> "Ludlum's just some dude." <br><br> "You're here because we've come to the conclusion that you may be the only way forward." <br><br> "Me." <br><br> "Highly. //Highly// unorthodox, but when I said the stakes were high -- they're willing to do anything. For completion of the operation. Your mother is collateral, but in ''my'' mind? Let's get her too." <br><br> "I'm not a spy." <br><br> "__Highly__--" <br><br> "Unorthodox. Yeah." <br><br> "It will be immensely dangerous, but I do see what the analysis showed: a non-operative working in this function may be able to fly under the radar, with a ready-made legend. Let me pull a line from another good writer: You are our only hope. Your mother's only hope." <br><br> The tightness in my throat got worse. And my palm //hurt//. I was clenching the pawn and the edges were digging in at my flesh. I looked off. <br><br> "What would you need me to do?" <br><br> "I'll take that as a yes?" <br><br><br> My cheeks were wet. "[[Yes|ACTI006 - Indoctrination]]." <<path>> Lie? <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <br><br> They held all the cards, they didn't deserve my honesty, they didn't deserve //anything// from me. "I've heard good things about how cheap and fun this place can be. And after the bullshit that you and Dad dropped on me the other day--" <br><br> He chuckled, smiling over at Angelo, "Basing it in truth. Good work." I was confused, he had read me like a book. "Maybe some innate talent?" <br><br> "Learned or inherited mebbe--" <br><br> "Mother, like daughter..." <br><br> <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> <<set $People['AI'].Angelo.rel ++>> "And las night. Club ZZYZX? And wit dat guy..." Angelo added. <br><br> "Yes. You had an interaction--" <br><br> "With some guy at the club, yeah. Why?" <br><br> "Just...the stars aligning?" <br><br> <</if>> "Thank you?" I was unsure what the subtext was, but it seemed positive. He paused, sitting back on the backless seat, considering me. Then a nod and I could sense Angelo's big body moving away. Privacy. Okay. <br><br> "So, yes. This is your mother's last known position. She's been working here for years--" <br><br> "I know. Bullshit about arrays here. Called her on that years ago." <br><br> "I know." He chuckled and smiled. "And she was close. Operation was nearing an end and then...she went dark. And given the op, we're very concerned for her safety." <br><br> There was a pain in my chest, the words fought to come free from my larynx, "She's dead." <br><br> He sighed, shifting and looked at me firmly, "It's //possible//. But knowing her, I sincerely doubt it. But we're at an impasse and we didn't know how to proceed. And the op is of the highest importance for world safety." <br><br> "Bullshit." <br><br> "You like that word." I shrugged, he smiled. "But I'm not being hyperbolic. Continuing this op immediately is the best chance for her and __legitimately__ millions of people back home. I can't give you details because, you're a civilian." <br><br> I rolled my eyes, "So, why are we here. Why this meeting out of a fucking Ludlum book?" <br><br> "You //do// know that some of the best espionage has been written by people were in the service." <br><br> "Ludlum's just some dude." <br><br> "You're here because we've come to the conclusion that you may be the only way forward." <br><br> "Me." <br><br> "Highly. //Highly// unorthodox, but when I said the stakes were high -- they're willing to do anything. For completion of the operation. Your mother is collateral, but in ''my'' mind? Let's get her too." <br><br> "I'm not a spy." <br><br> "__Highly__--" <br><br> "Unorthodox. Yeah." <br><br> "It will be immensely dangerous, but I do see what the analysis showed: a non-operative working in this function may be able to fly under the radar, with a ready-made legend. Let me pull a line from another good writer: You are our only hope. Your mother's only hope." <br><br> The tightness in my throat got worse. And my palm //hurt//. I was clenching the pawn and the edges were digging in at my flesh. I looked off. <br><br> "What would you need me to do?" <br><br> "I'll take that as a yes?" <br><br><br> My cheeks were wet. "[[Yes|ACTI006 - Indoctrination]]." <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI006-Indoctrination.png">> He reached over and kindly slid his fingers under mine and extracted the pawn, placing it in the center of the board. "Thank you. I can tell this matters to you. Now, before we can consider anything official, I have things I need to get out of the way." <br><br> I wiped my face and nodded. My heart was pounding. <<skillChecked "Opening choice">> <<if $CC.opening == "dumb">> This stuff was //real//? This was ''so'' stupid. I was going to be a fucking spy? I __hated__ this shit. <<elseif $CC.opening == "not my thing">> I shook my head unconsciously as the disbelief surfaced -- this was real. I was going to be a spy? //Me//? <<else>> My skin prickled. This was //real//. I was going to be a fucking spy. This was exciting. <</if>> <br><br> "This is going to be exceedingly dangerous. The world that she was in and that you would be in is literally the underworld." His eyes dropped, "This cannot be an official operation. This is completely off the record for many reasons. <<if $Body.age lt 0>> One of the primary ones is you. While what you'll be involved in here is...it can't be on American documents." I got what he was getting at. Rules, regulations, //laws//. " <</if>> Nothing ''in'' ''particular'' will be required or asked of you. I will be leading the operation and Angelo will be your Case Officer. That will be the line of command and communication. My analysts have insisted that we lean on your natural abilities and your flexibility thanks to not going through the normal procedures and indoctrination. We're relying on you being you." <br><br> Should I be taking offense? Should I be proud? My gut was clenching as my mind wandered into the subtext and implication of what he was saying, what I'd be seeing...maybe needing to do. <br><br><br> "With that out of the way...shall we go and begin working on the things we can say and do?" I nodded, standing and passing the point of [[no return|ACTI007 - Info Dump]].
<<image framed "passage/ACTI007-InfoDump.png">> Angelo was nowhere to be seen as we left the park and headed north. Like a ghost. <br><br> Nate let me know that they'd built a dossier on me already. Their profilers had simply modeled me based on...being my mother's daughter. <br><br> <<if visited("UN001 - CollegeArr")>> By the time I had headed to college, they felt the mission was dead in the water. Time was running out and they had no options. <br><br> Except. For. Me. <br><br> It was an analyst's flier. The Hail Mary pass based on some conjecture that maybe, just //maybe// would work. <br><br> That's why Nate approached me. That's why he had sent me here. He'd activated Angelo and they waited. They watched. <br><br> And now, with the assessment a bit more fleshed out, they had decided to move forward. <<else>> They'd been ready to approach me, but then when I dipped, it had triggered all of this. <br><br> An analyst read into my 'disappearance' and, utilizing my profile, assessed that I'd be coming here. Lucky them! I was the perfect and only option for continuation of a dead mission. They had presented this option to Nate. He had (reluctantly? That's how he presented it.) had given the go-ahead. Nate booked a flight, activated Angelo and //orchestrated// ''everything'' that had happened. <</if>> <br><br> They had assessed that not only did I have the right personality -- but I was just some chick, what about me made me //right//? -- but that they didn't need to do any preparations for me being involved. There was no building of a legend -- he defined the term this time, which meant the story and background on why a 'person' was who they said they were. I could simply be me, looking for my Mom or enjoying myself in the Philippines and no one would bat an eye. Just some chick from America being a chick from America. So...I guess I was a good fit. <br><br><br> The target was an unknown Filipino warlord that had a base of operations that spider-webbed throughout the series of islands. <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">> And a club nearby where I was staying was one of the threads. <<else>> And the club I had been to last night was one of the threads. <</if>> He was floored by my selection of location and joked with me about whether or not she had given me any training over the years, maybe seeded intel on purpose. It was in line with how much respect he had for her. Hell if I knew. It actually unsettled me that I could be manipulated at such a deep level. Or was that insightful? All of this was making me feel even more out of sorts, in over my head. <br><br><br> The warlord was an unknown and only known<br> by his codename: <span class="inline-text-input"><<textbox "$ACTI.target" "Jayadewa">></span>. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "His base of operations...">> His base of operations was one of the small islands in or around the Sulu Archipelago. And there was preparing for a devastating nuclear attack on the United States. The reason? Deep-seated hatred for the time and after-effects of our occupation and protectorate time. He blamed all of Filipino issues on America and wanted to exact revenge. And he was close. <br><br> Nate's assessment was that the attack would come within a year. The operation had moved from just trying to remove him years ago -- a rogue entity that posed a potential future threat -- into an actual top-priority threat. And they seemed to be no closer to success, and far closer to world-altering failure. <br><br> The weight on my shoulders suddenly hit Atlassian-levels. I wondered why the fuck I had said yes? Would I actually be able to do something my //trained// mother hadn't been able to do, just because I looked innocuous? Because I was a cute lost puppy that couldn't possibly pose a threat to some evil, violent and sadistic warlord with daddy issues? <br><br> We strolled up into the front doors of the Technological University of the Philippines as Nate was trying to undersell what my objectives would be: find the warlord and or his base island and rescue my mom. I wouldn't be needed to do any of the 'wetwork' -- I was no Ethan Hunt. I was recon, I was infiltration, I was //not// a field agent. <br><br><br> "Welcome to where we will liaise, in person, if needed. You'll be taking some [[night classes|ACTI008 - Processing]]." <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI008-Processing-alt.png">> We walked the empty hallways and up the stairs to an office: Nathan Rolles, Adjunct Professor. I raised an eyebrow, he smiled and shrugged, "I don't teach many classes." <br><br> "So, what's next?" <br><br> "This is a lot. You haven't even begun to integrate much of what I've said." The office was organized and felt professorial. <<skillChecked "Perception" "Age" "Stable">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> <<set $Dossier.knowsDossier = true>> And on his clean desk was a file that bore my name. So, my life and its analysis was right there. God, that was tempting. <br><br> <</if>> "So. Walk the halls of your new school and give it some thought. Come back for my Office Hours if you want to move forward and we'll hammer out the details." There was a frogginess to his voice that made me wonder how much emotional attachment he had to this operation, to my mother...I thought spies were supposed to be machines. Or maybe it was a play on my susceptible civvy brain. <br><br><br> Wheels within wheels. I shut the door behind me as I started to feel a panic attack at the fringes of my perception. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> <<face hurt1 runny>> And I couldn't stop it. I dropped onto a bench and my breathing left me. I was hunched over, hyperventilating and tears falling to the linoleum floor. I was glad for the vacant hallways because I was having a grade A freakout. I had to save my //mom//? I had to save the <<shake 3s>>world<</shake>>? <<if $Body.age === -2>>I hadn't even finished high school.<<elseif $Body.age === -1>>I hadn't even gone to college.<<else>>My life had just begun.<</if>> How was I going to do this? Wouldn't it just be likely I was walking into a deathtrap or a complete and utter ruining of my life and still fail? I stood, hands on the top of my head, whimpering as I tried to get my breathing under control and settle down. I pressed my forehead against the cool metal of a door, my chest heaving against it. It grounded me. Once I found some control, I went to the bathroom to clean up. <<else>> I had to save my //mom//? I had to save the <<shake 3s>>world<</shake>>? <<if $Body.age === -2>>I hadn't even finished high school.<<elseif $Body.age === -1>>I hadn't even gone to college.<<else>>My life had just begun.<</if>> How was I going to do this? Wouldn't it just be likely I was walking into a deathtrap or a complete and utter ruining of my life and still fail? I stood, hands on the top of my head, whimpering as I tried to get my breathing under control and settle down. I pressed my forehead against the cool metal of a door, my chest heaving against it. It grounded me. It was to the bathroom...I figured might as well do the thing and throw water on my face in realization. <</if>> <br><br><br> Water beaded on my skin as I stared into the mirror, true self-assessment. I had to take solace in who was asking me to do this. And it didn't feel out of desperation. These were the guys who'd just drop Gerard Butler and a bunch of Navy SEALs on a potential site to kill everyone on the off chance that they'd get the baddie. They truly believed I was the best option. Maybe Mom had been prepping me for this for years, like a spare set of keys. <br><br><br> This was crazy, but [[I'd do it|ACTI009 - Acceptance]].
<<image framed right "passage/act1.poster2.png:My own double oh adventure begins...">> I threw open the door performatively, "I'll do it, teach." I knew that the ruddiness of my cheeks and the color around my eyes didn't hide the processing I'd just done. He flipped a file closed on his desk with a nod and leaned back in his 'teacher' chair. <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> <<Stats Perception ++>> It was my file. He had been reading up on me. He knew more about me than I did. And it was all in black and white right there. Right. There. <<else>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <</if>> "So." <br><br> "So. Now for the nitty-gritty. <<print $ACTI.target>> has a network of businesses that keep his criminal enterprise afloat -- to acquire and utilize nuclear weaponry is not cheap. That's probably the in-road to finding him, but how you do it is up to you. Back to those enterprises. They are rife with drugs and sex. They are people outside of the law -- and law in the Philippines is both incredibly strict and very porous. The drug war here is about as big a deal as in Mexico and South America, and you'll be diving head first into the community of drug traffickers." I sat across from him, chin resting in my hands as I tried to digest all of this. <br><br><br> He continued, a monologue of red flags and concerns that made this all the more appetizing. What was I doing? "There will be situations where drugs and alcohol will be expected to fit in. And...sex. It's a highly male dominated environment and they are not concerned with laws, let alone societal or female preferences. Are you comfortable with that?" <div id="comfort"> <<crossroads #comfort>> <<path $bodies.length gt 10>> "Nate. This wouldn't be the first time I've been in those kinda situations." <<contents>> <br><br> "Nate. This wouldn't be the first time I've been in those kinda situations. <br><br> He nodded, "We know. But I needed to hear it from you." A firm look and my shrug and playful grin made him smile, "Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]." <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> "Honestly? I am finding this exciting." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <<contents>> <br><br> "Honestly? I am finding this exciting." <br><br> He nodded, "We figured so, but I needed to hear it from you." A firm look and I gave a giggle, letting the emotion out and it made him smile, "Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]." <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> "I can navigate my way through it. I'll figure it out." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident enough. <<contents>> <br><br> "I can navigate my way through it. I'll figure it out." <br><br> He nodded, "We figured so, but I needed to hear it from you." A firm look and I returned it with a firm nod, "Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]." <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> "So...I'll have to...oh. Okay." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't suggestible and excitable enough. <<contents>> <br><br> "So...I'll have to...oh. Okay." <br><br> His hands spread in a platitude. "I'm not prescribing anything. We're not prescribing anything. Just detailing the situation." <br><br> A firm look and I nodded, "I'll do it. I can do it." <br><br> "Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]." <<path>> "I have to be, don't I?" <<contents>> <br><br> "I have to be, don't I?" <br><br> His hands spread in a platitude. "I'm not prescribing anything. We're not prescribing anything. Just detailing the situation." A firm look, I sighed awkwardly and nodded. "Alright, then. Let's [[begin|ACTI010 - Mission Prep]]." <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/ACTI010-Mission-Prep.png">> "You'll remain at the RedDoorz. Sorry." He shrugged and smiled, "But it makes sense for your legend. And you built it yourself, remember. Maybe at some point a shift will make sense. But until then, you've gotta deal with its lovely atmosphere." <br><br> Fuck, that sucked. I thought Bond got to live in the lap of luxury. But I guess I understood his meaning. Didn't want to throw up any flags. <br><br> "You are you. No nickname, no code name. Angelo will be your Case Officer, as I mentioned, and anything we need will be passed through him and anything you need to tell us will be passed through him. If there's //anything// that you are uncomfortable with, it is up to you to bubble that up. He'll do his best to keep you as safe as possible, but if we don't know, we can't help. And we should know everything anyway. The slightest detail might give us the answers we need." <br><br> Everything? They needed to know the details of things that might happen? But I understood that I'd be essentially on my own and needed support in a very disconnected way. <br><br> "You'll be your own operative, and we trust you to choose what to do and how to approach it. We'll be there for suggestions and aid where needed, but there's a reason you're our choice." He smiled, standing. "Good luck." <br><br> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $ACTI.oops == true>> "Oh. Uh, awkward but...you might need this?" He pulled a box out of his pocket and handed me the Plan B. How did he know? Fuck this //is// awkward. "Do you want...anything? Just, precautions...you know." He was awkward, but suggesting I be //on// birth control. <br><br> <div id="BC"> <<crossroads #BC>> <<path>> "Yes. Absolutely." <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <br><br> And after some thought, I told him, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>>. <br><br> "We'll get that squared away for you." <br><br> I smiled and gave an awkward wave. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|HomeBase]] for the US government. <<path>> "No. I'll be fine." <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <br><br> "Oh, uh. Okay. You know yourself well enough." <br><br> I nodded, "Thanks for this, though." Waving the box awkwardly as I smiled. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|HomeBase]] for the US government. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> "Oh. Uh, awkward but we know that you are...not taking birth control. Do you want...anything? Just, precautions...you know." He was awkward, but suggesting I be //on// birth control. <div id="BC"> <<crossroads #BC>> <<path>> He knew best: "Yes. Absolutely." <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <br><br> And after some thought, I told him, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>>. <br><br><br> "We'll get that squared away for you." <br><br> I smiled and gave an awkward wave. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|HomeBase]] for the US government. <<path>> My hair prickled and I immediately shook my head: "Nope. Been good this far!" <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <br><br> "Oh, uh. Okay. You know yourself well enough." <br><br> I nodded, "Thanks for this, though." Waving the box awkwardly as I smiled. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|HomeBase]] for the US government. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<else>> I smiled and gave an awkward wave. What a way to end this mission prep. I shut the door, [[an agent|HomeBase]] for the US government. <</if>>
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <br><br> Was going across the world too much for us? I'd //just// said goodbye to <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. I had promised and immediately broken that promise. <br><br> What did that mean for our future? What did that say about me? <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> Afterwards, I thought about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. The...differences...between them and what I had just experienced. And there was no way they'd ever know. Especially now. I was going to be half-way around the //world//. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <<if $Body.cheatCount gte 3>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <br><br> I no longer was feeling the guilt about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. They weren't the one, clearly, and they didn't feel that I was 'the one' either. Time for honesty. Time for me to see what single life was like. It would make this whole new life easier...for me at least. <br><br> There's long-distance and then there's //long//-distance. This was the latter. <<else>> <br><br> Afterwards, I felt a catch in my throat. Had I done what <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> had done to me? How had I done that to them? They could //never// find out. <br><br> It was both a relief and scary at how easy it would be to hide it from them...far, far away. <</if>> <</if>>
<img class="image cover" src="img/Blue_Swallow.png"> <br><br> Welcome to Blue Swallow<sup>©</sup>: Adult American Spy Thriller. <br><br> You control the action of our main protagonist, our heroine who has been thrust from a normal life into going undercover to save her family and save her country. <br><br> Who is she? How did she end up in this position? Will she succeed? <br><br> ...What will she have to do to accomplish her mission? <br><br> <<if !settings.hint>> [[You decide|Help]]. <<else>> [[You decide|CC001 - Origin]]. <</if>> <<paperscrap>> ⛔ This is a sexpionage adventure game for adults only. <br><br> If you're under 18, if adult material offends you, or if it's illegal for you to view adult material, ''please''' //leave// <a target="_blank" href="https://www.duckduckgo.com/">now</a>. <br><br> //All// sexual content within this game --no matter how you may perceive it being presented --occurs between ''consenting'' persons who are //legally// able to do so. <</paperscrap>>
/* Skill/Trait Limitations - CC & HS. Until Claire leaves HS can we have Skill and Traits max out at 6? [Attractiveness is the only exception here, as it *can* hit 8, in fact] Any skill-up above 6 should give an .xp that would render in Act I as a level-up if qualified (ex: Claire enters Act I with Confident 6 and 6 xp that would level her to 7, I believe.) It'd be great if there was some notification to the player that this 'max out' occurred. Not necessary, though, at this early stage. */ <<set _skipKey = (Config.macros.typeSkipKey)>> <div id="open"> <header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Prologue<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>The Origin Story<</type>></h2> </header> <<timed 5s t8n>> It's no: "The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high gambling -- a compost of greed and fear and nervous tension -- becomes unbearable and the senses awake and revolt from it." <br><br> <div id="differentBeginnings"> This story begins... <<link "differently">> <<replace "#differentBeginnings">> <<dialog "Skip Prologue?">> <div class="skipProloguePopup"> Your first choice! <br> New player? We strongly encourage you to play through the Prologue as intended at least once. <br> <div class="skipProloguePopupButtons"> <<button "Continue The Prologue">> <<run Engine.play("CC001.5 - Shower")>> <<dialogclose>> <</button>> </div> <br> If you prefer a more RPG-style character creation before diving into the Prologue, try this. <br> <div class="skipProloguePopupButtons"> <<button "RPG-Style Prologue">> <<run Engine.play("CC001 - Origin Quick")>> <<dialogclose>> <</button>> </div> <br> Or, if you'd prefer to take one of our 'pre-generated' Claires and jump right into the action of the spy story... <br> If you skip, we will offer you a couple of preset options for your protagonist, but if you want more control over your character's stats and formative experiences --and understand who she is, why she is, and where she came from -- you should continue with the Prologue. <br> <div class="skipProloguePopupButtons"> <<button "Skip to Act One">> <<run Engine.play("Skip Prologue - 00")>> <<dialogclose>> <</button>> </div> </div> <</dialog>> This story begins... <<link "differently">> <<replace "#open" t8n>> <<include "CC001.5 - Shower">> <</replace>> <</link>>. <</replace>> <</link>> </div> <</timed>> /* This hint is now Unhideable with the hint toggle. Hopefully it will help spread awareness of the feature. If it still needs to be more prominent let me know*/ <div class="hint"> You can press the <span class="macro-listbox"> _skipKey </span> key on your keyboard in order to skip timed events and animations. </div> </div>
<<shake Infinity 3.6s 0.25>> <<video "img/OriginSex.mp4" "img/OriginSex.png">> <</shake>> <<timed 2s t8n>> <br><br> <div id="his"> He was <<listbox "$CC.dad">> <<option "hers" 3>> <<option "a big mistake" -3>> <<option "intoxicating" 1>> <</listbox>>. <br><br> Biting his lip, he was focused on staving off the inevitable -- he didn't want to surprise her and disappoint. He drove himself into her, intent on her reactions: Would she be surprised if he...oh... <br><br> It was <<linkexpand "//close//...">> close! <br><br> <<shake 3s>>Thrusting.<</shake>> <br><br> <<link "''Grunting.''">><<replace "#his" t8n>> She was <<hover>> <<listbox "$CC.position">> <<option "riding" 1>> <<option "bent over" -1>> <<option "on her back" 0>> <</listbox>>, <<tipHint>>Nurture: Actions speak loudly to the people taking them. <</hover>>body bouncing from the impact of his hips. <br><br> She could feel his intensity: fire and steel with his impending end. <br><br> <<linkexpand "Shit...">> Shit! <<timed 1s>> <br><br> But she wanted to <<shake 2s>>cum<</shake>>. <br><br> <<next 1s>> His cock shoved her open, making room for what would come. <br><br> <<next 1.25s>> She //gyrated//. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<next 1.25s>> Panting. Trying to get there. <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<next 1s>> She <<hover>> <<listbox "$CC.mom">> <<option "was trying for me" 3>> <<option "was too drunk to be careful" -2>> <<option "thought he was wearing protection" -3>> <<option "was trapping him" -1>> <<option "was forgetful this week" 1>> <<option "believed his promise" -2>> <</listbox>>. <<tipHint>>Nurture: And it takes two to tango. <</hover>> <<scrollIntoView>> <br><br> <<next 1s>> <<shake 2.25s>> [[In and out.|CC002 - OriginSex]] <</shake>> <<scrollIntoView>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> <</linkexpand>> <<hint>> Huh? You might be asking yourself, 'What is going on here?' <br><br> Blue Swallow will allow you to make choices that seem a bit...opaque...but they may have long-lasting effects. <br><br> So the choices you see here, while not clearly spelled out, are getting to the core of one of the things that will make your protagonist, Claire, who she is: her parents. <br><br> ''Nurture'': The types of people around our protagonist can certainly affect who she is and the life she leads. None of these choices directly affect her skills and abilities, but will affect her upbringing -- which may have knock-on effects. <</hint>> </div> <</timed>>
<<set $CC.conception = $CC.mom + $CC.dad + $CC.position>> She pawed at him, squealing from the penetration. <br><br> <<timed 1s>> It hit deeply inside her. <br><br> <<next>> Deep. <br><br> <<next>> Shit. <br><br> <<next 1.5s>> That's //deep//. <br><br> <<next>> <<shake 4s>> <<if $CC.conception gte 3>>[[They made love.|CC003 - Conception]] <<elseif $CC.conception lt -1 && $CC.conception gte -3>>[[They fucked.|CC003 - Conception]] <<elseif $CC.conception lte -4>>[[He railed her.|CC003 - Conception]] <<else>>[[They had sex.|CC003 - Conception]]<</if>> <</shake>> <</timed>>
/* TODO: (Cassie) Add flavor for these sections and $CC.mom and $CC.dad variables -- patron request */ <<if $CC.conception == -1>> She got off multiple times despite feeling __nothing__ for the man. As he clutched at her, emptying himself inside her, she thought, "Well, at least it was a great fuck." <br><br> She crossed her fingers, too late for anything else. His sperm, though, didn't care much for [[luck|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception == -2>> His average performance had her feeling disappointed as his eyes rolled back in his release. <br><br> Yet before the dissatisfaction could take hold, orgasm exploded within her. His last powerful thrust and the intense feeling of his semen invading her body, thankfully bringing her bliss. <br><br> She spasmed and gasped, his sperm taking full advantage of her [[distraction|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception == -3>> He was off in his own little world. Unable to follow her subtle hints or directions he remained oblivious as he fucked her. <br><br> Uncaring staring off above her, he pounded away mercilessly excited by the moment of taking her. <br><br> She quickly realized that cumming wasn't in the cards for //her//. She relented, simply adjusting to avoid discomfort rather than seek pleasure. <br><br> And then he grabbed her firmly, already nutting. Deeply inside her. //HARD//. He either liked seeing her reaction or just ignored it, enjoying his climax while she waited. She got [[knocked up|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception == 0>> Their bodies smacked against each other, a familiar pattern each of them had learned over the years. This angle, that speed...and...//there//. A contented climax, typical of their lovemaking as she lay there tensed, body trembling slightly. <br><br> He followed soon after. She felt his cock pulsing inside her as their session came to an end. <br><br> It was good. Not especially memorable and she couldn't for the life of her have told you that it was ''this'' encounter that had been [[so decisive|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception == 1>> There was a passion, intensity, and focus on her, she could see the look in his eyes as he thrust excitedly, trying to find that combination that unlocked her. <br><br> She came. <br><br> A crescendo they were both seeking. <br><br> Her head flew back crying out in ecstasy as he gave in to his own desires, quickly thrusting as deep as he could to unleash his seed while she was in the throws. <br><br> Something felt special about those five or so minutes, and soon she knew [[why|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception == 2>> She was overwhelmed. Cumming //again// -- how was that ''possible''? "Chr//ist//!" There was a pleading pitch to her cries now. <br><br> Her hands pressed and pushed, as if she were fighting off death itself, her body screaming at her for some relief from these reliefs. <br><br> He chuckled and smiled proudly as he ignored her, continuing without a second thought, trying to extend her orgasm. <br><br> He was sweaty; she was a sloppy mess. He wondered what would happen first: his muscles giving out or his ability to keep his own orgasm at bay. <br><br> She had lost count. He had lost count, his brain far more occupied with...and there it was. <br><br> She collapsed as he finished. He gave a disappointed shake of his head, unable to keep increasing her count, as his control gave way to the massive load that he'd been edging. <br><br> She laughed as her brain melted. His sperm laughed, too, their incredible numbers gave her [[no chance|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception gte 3>> Her hands stroked his chest, fingers digging into his moistened skin. They weren't in any rush, reveling in the pleasure and the beauty of the other's naked body. <br><br><br> She encouraged him, "That's it, goooood boy." <br><br><br> He shook his head with a bemused smile, but his rhythm didn't stutter. He drove deeply, his crotch crashing into hers as his cock stuffed inside her to the absolute limits of his length. <br><br> She felt the pressure deep inside her at every inward stroke, until the ultimate moment. They pressed tightly against each other, clutching at their tensing muscles and feeling each other reach crescendo. <br><br> A moment where the silence was punctuated only by their ragged breaths. <br><br><br> Meanwhile, ''//I//'' was being [[created|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception lte -1 && $CC.conception gte -3>> Their hormones raged, bodies competing with each other for pleasure. <br><br> It had all happened in a flash. Clothes flew off their bodies, torn off in a flurry to get naked and behave like absolute animals. <br><br> Selfishness reigned supreme: they unabashedly slammed their bodies against one another ignoring any pain, seeking orgasm as quickly as possible. <br><br> An orgasm that brought something besides pleasure [[with it|CC004 - Household]]. <<elseif $CC.conception lt -3>> As he held her still, like a fucktoy, she wondered what had gone wrong. Somewhere the evening had gone from fun to having this guy casually banging her out. <br><br> She felt him unromantically jamming his hard cock inside her without abandon, completely out of tune to anything other than his pleasure. <br><br> She listened to him, "Good girl, //take// that ''cock''." <br><br> He grinned broadly at his conquest, throwing his head back in finality while pressing roughly against her crotch as her pussy brought him to orgasm, his semen spewing thickly inside her. <br><br> Just another disappointment. One that felt incredible for him for half a minute, and had [[long lasting ramifications|CC004 - Household]]. <</if>>
<<set _motherOptions = { 'excited' : 'loved', 'too young' : 'young', 'ready again' : 'family' }>> <<if $CC.mom !== "was trying for me" || $CC.mom !== "was trapping him">> <<set _motherOptions["who didn't want me"] = 'unwanted'>> <<set _motherOptions['who felt I ruined her life'] = 'hated'>> <</if>> <div id="origin"> How's //that// for an origin story? <br><br> My literal origin. <br><br> Luckily, I don't have ''actual'' knowledge of those...//seminal// moments of my life. <br><br><br> <<timed 1.5s>> Ha. <br><br> <<next>> Okay. <br><br> <<next>> Fine. <br><br><br> <div id="cc004-1"></div> <<next>> <<replace #cc004-1 t8n>> You might think it's too far back or irrelevant, but you'd be surprised how even tiny events or differences I've found to have important repercussions. <br><br> I only have to assume that something from the very beginning, coupled with everything else along the way, brought me to my own spy story. <br><br> And, I'd argue, incredibly relevant that sex starts the story, right? <br><br><br> La petite mort <<link "du petit">> <<replace "#origin" t8n>> <<scrollIntoView>> So there I was. <br> /* IMAGE (Needed): It's a Girl balloons! */ <br><br><br> Inside a woman <<listbox '$CC.mother' autoselect>><<optionsfrom _motherOptions>><</listbox>> to be my mother. <br><br> Created by a man, my <<listbox "$CC.father" autoselect>> <<option "prick" "abusive">> <<option "loving and attentive" "loving">> <<option "unknown" "gone">> <<option "...present" "absent">> <</listbox>> father. <br><br><br><br> And...that's who made [[me|CC005 - Who]]. <br><br><br><br> <</replace>> <</link>> Le Carré. <<scrollIntoView>> <</replace>> <</timed>> </div>
<<set $CC.month = ["JAN","FEB","MAR","APR","MAY","JUN","JUL","AUG","SEP","OCT","NOV","DEC"].random()>> <<set $CC.day = random(1,29)>> <<set $CC.year = 2004>> <div id="who"> <<set _Opening = [ "hard to follow", "exciting", "unrealistic" ]>> <<done>> <<run $('#cycle-opening').click( ()=>{ $('#opening').empty().wiki('$CC.opening'); })>> <</done>> <<set _skinOpts = ["black", "golden", "fair", "olive", "white"]>> <<set _ethnOpts = setup.ethnicityOpts[$Body.skin]>> <<set _spyOpts = [ "Evelyn Salt", "Sydney Bristow", "Kim Possible" ]>> <<set _choiceThatDoesNotMatter = "words">> <<set _choicesMatterOptions = [ "words", "phrase", "sentence" ]>> <<set _parentsOptions = {}>> <<if $CC.mother == "loved">> <<set _parentsOptions['the two of them, before he left'] = 'separated'>> <<if $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions['Mom'] = 'together'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father !== "loving">> <<set _parentsOptions['the two of them, though I wish it was just her'] = 'hurt'>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "young">> <<set _parentsOptions["Mom. She was between guys"] = 'separated'>> <<if $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions["my parents"] = 'together'>> <<set _parentsOptions["Mom and Dad, though I wish it was just her"] = 'hurt'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father !== "loving">> <<set _parentsOptions["Mom, before she put me up for adoption"] = "adopted">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "unwanted">> <<set _parentsOptions = { "my parents, but my arrival ended them" : 'separated', "by her and that angry person that was my Dad" : 'hurt' }>> <<if $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions["the two of them, hand in hand"] = 'together'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father !== "loving">> <<set _parentsOptions["my parents, but I don't remember them at all"] = "adopted">> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "hated">> <<set _parentsOptions = { 'by my biologicals, but soon she was gone' : 'separated', }>> <<if $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions['my parents, trying to ignore me in the backseat'] = 'together'>> <<set _parentsOptions['Mom and Dad, probably wishing they could dispose of me'] = 'hurt'>> <<if $CC.father !== "loving">> <<set _parentsOptions['my parents, for the hot second before they shipped me off'] = 'adopted'>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "family">> <<set _parentsOptions = { 'Mom, bringing another family member home' : 'separated', 'Mom and Dad, excited to expand their family further' : 'together' }>> <<if $CC.father == "loving">> <<set _parentsOptions['with Mom driving and Dad cooing over me'] = 'together'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father == "abusive">> <<set _parentsOptions["Dad driving, Mom cooing over me protectively"] = 'hurt'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.father !== "loving" && $CC.father !== "gone">> <<set _parentsOptions['Mom, cradling me, far happier for my arrival than Dad'] = 'together'>> <</if>> <</if>> <div id="birth-certificate" class="paper-form"> <h1>Birth certificate</h1> <fieldset> <label>Name: <<textbox "$CC.name" "Claire">></label> <label>Family name: <<textbox "$CC.surname" "Campbell">></label> <label>Date of birth: <input class="redacted" readonly value="" /></label> </fieldset> <fieldset> <legend>Parents:</legend> <label>Father: <input readonly class="redacted" value="" /></label> <label>Mother: <input readonly class="redacted" value="" /></label> </fieldset> <fieldset> <legend>Details:</legend> <label>Weight: <input readonly value="7 lb 2 oz" /></label> <label>Height: <input readonly value='19.4 inches' /></label> <label>Skin: <<listbox "$Body.skin" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _skinOpts>><</listbox>></label> <<include ethnicitySelector>> </fieldset> <fieldset style="display: block"> <legend>Additional notes:</legend> 10/10 Apgar score. Important to note <span class="redacted">Ha, nice try!. You thought you can find it out by inspecting the code? Not so quick!</span>. <br> ------ <br> <br> </fieldset> </div> <br><br> <<timed 1s t8n>> <<dialogHint "Choices Matter" 'popup'>> This choice and other early moments, rather than links or drop-downs, are cycled. <br><br> Wherever you see: <span class="macro-cycle"></span>, click on the <<cycle "_choiceThatDoesNotMatter" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _choicesMatterOptions>><</cycle>> until you are happy with the result, which will affect Claire's personality. <br><br> Some of choices will be embedded in story elements. Like here - MC's __name__ and __family__ __name__ on her birth certificate. <</dialogHint>> <</timed>> That's me! <br><br> The <<cycle "$CC.spy" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _spyOpts>><</cycle>> of the real world. Maybe, just like Bond was modeled after Fleming's experiences, there will be some famous spy created from my adventures. Before we could just dive in, though, we have to understand who I was. Why I was. Jason Bourne, Jack Ryan, Nikita, Hanna, Natasha Romanova and Yelena Belova, even Severus Snape -- but especially Alec Leamas -- were who they were because of their origin stories. __Stories__. <br><br> I had always found the whole spy thing <<cycle "$CC.opening" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _Opening>><</cycle>>. Wheels within wheels, double crosses, world-threatening crises...but those things didn't really happen...right? <br><br> Well. We wouldn't be here if it wasn't happening now would we? All those movies, all those books, hinted at what was //really// happening. What ''I'' would be a part of. So much for fantasy, so much for<<linkexpand "...">> so much for <span id='opening'>$CC.opening</span>. <br><br> <<hint>> This selection, for example, can affect Claire's ''Stability'', ''Sophistication'', and ''Suggestibility''. These are some of the Traits that define her personality. Traits and Skills will be affected by most of the choices you make for her throughout the game. <br><br> During the Prologue, Skills and Traits will have a hard cap. That means that in each phase prior to Act I and the main game, they will not be able to increase beyond certain levels. <br><br> Choices that would increase them past the cap will be remembered as 'xp', so the choices are not entirely worthless, but have less of an effect on her final stats. <</hint>> <br> I was driven from the hospital to my childhood home<br> in <<listbox "$CC.hometown" autoselect>> <<option "Los Angeles, California" "LA">> <<option "New York, New York" "NY">> <<option "Birmingham, Alabama" "AL">> <<option "Seattle, Washington" "WA">> <<option "a small town, nowhere of note" "NO">> <</listbox>> by <<listbox "$CC.parents" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _parentsOptions>><</listbox>>. <br><br><br> And inside that <<link "home">><<replace "#who" t8n>> <<if $CC.opening == "unrealistic">><<Stats Stable ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.opening == "exciting">><<Stats Suggestible ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.opening == "hard to follow">><<Stats Sophisticated -->><</if>> Well. <br><br> That's where this //agent// -- I can't stop laughing when I say that -- <<link "grew up">><<replace "#who" t8n>> <<set _rents = false>> <<if $CC.parents == "together" || $CC.parents == "hurt">> <<set $CC.mom = 1>> <<set $CC.dad = 1>> <<set _rents = true>> <<elseif $CC.parents == "adopted">> <<set $CC.mom = 0>> <<set $CC.dad = 0>> <<set _rents = true>> <<elseif $CC.parents == "separated" && $CC.mother == "hated">> <<set $CC.mom = 0>> <<set $CC.dad = 1>> <<set _rents = true>> <</if>> <<if _rents == false>> <<set $CC.mom = 1>> <<set $CC.dad = 0>> <<if $CC.father == "gone">> <<set $CC.dad = 2>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mom == 0>> <<set $CC.MName = "Emily">> <<else>> <<set $CC.MName = "Elle">> <</if>> <<if $CC.dad == 0>> <<set $CC.DName = "Arvin">> <<set $CC.EDName = "Jake">> <<else>> <<set $CC.DName = "Jake">> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother == "loved">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Hey hun."<</speech>> The requisite kiss on the forehead. It was warm and I certainly was doted upon. <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Mom left you a note before she left."<</speech>> It sucked when she was gone, but I did love the reason for the notes. Growing up felt complete. <br><br> I honestly can't complain. Or, really, [[shouldn't|CC006 - Homelife]]. <<elseif $CC.mother == "young">> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"No she's my //daughter//."<</speech>> An eyeroll, a quick pull away from whatever guy (or nosey woman) was asking. It was a conversation that happened more often than not. It was a struggle. <br><br> Some times I had to be the adult, long before I should have. We were close enough in age anyway, sometimes I had to parent. <br><br> But honestly, I wouldn't be who I am today without [[the journey|CC006 - Homelife]], right? <<elseif $CC.mother == "unwanted">> <br> <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Watching those old things again?"<</speech>> He ruffled my hair. <<if $CC.dad == "gone">>My uncle was in a digitization phase<<else>>Dad was in a digitization phase<</if>> and they served as a touchstone with the part of home that felt missing. <br><br> Seeing the look on her face, you could tell energy between them <<if $CC.dad == "gone">>-- the two people I never knew, together, apart...<</if>>was fucking ebullient. <br><br> <<print $CC.DName>> was bringing me over to her. Her hands shoved back:<<speech "Elle">>"I don't want her."<</speech>> The words cut like a knife. Indelible on the home video before she took her exit... <br><br> But I'm here, for better or worse, and still have [[to keep going|CC006 - Homelife]]. <<elseif $CC.mother == "hated">> <br> A door slammed. It wasn't mine. Mine was closed. A barricade against the inevitable onslaught. <br><br> The fact that I'm here today is an absolute miracle. <br><br> It was a battlefield every day, muffled yells. Thrown toys. Maybe it wasn't because of me, but it felt like it was. <br><br> In some ways, now, I'm thankful for it, because that home gave me bearings on [[the world|CC006 - Homelife]], especially the life I found myself in. <<elseif $CC.mother == "family">> <br> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Get over here for the picture!"<</speech>> There'd be many. Someone was blinking. Someone was hitting someone else. Someone had been forgotten. It was raucous and lively, that's for sure. <br><br> It felt wonderful to have the companionship and love, but that also meant that attention and care was spread thin. I -- all of us -- were kind of just another 'number,' not so much any 'special addition' to the brood. A brood where I was <<listbox "$CC.family" autoselect>>. <<option "surrounded by testosterone" "brothers">> <<option "crammed in between girls and boys" "both">> <<option "adding to the estrogen" "sisters">> <</listbox>> <br><br> But it made for interesting [[times|CC006 - Homelife]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>>?<</linkexpand>> </div>
/* Cassie (TODO): Rework these passages. Improve this writing! */ <<image framed "passage/CC006-Homelife.png">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Need to do something about this image, given the variation of parentage - No stable diffusion*/ <<if $CC.spy == "Evelyn Salt">> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<elseif $CC.spy == "Kim Possible">> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <</if>> <<if $CC.parents == "together">> <<if ["unwanted", "hated"].includes($CC.mother)>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel = 0>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> While I was ''there'', I quickly learned to be invisible. <br><br> And that had its advantages. You want alone time? Easy. You want to go out? They weren't calling your ass wondering when you were getting home. <br><br> It was nice to see them together. <br><br> In its own weird way, that was a healthy and <<linkexpand "good model for me.">>good model for me. <br><br><br> I saw other homes and…well at least I was fed, clothed, and they were dependable. Even if it took me asking sometimes. <br><br> When Mom traveled for work -- and <<print $CC.MName>> did it a lot -- I actually had a great time. <br><br> It afforded me time that was just me and, <<print $CC.DName>>, Dad. It was different and nice. <br><br> Sure, there was a sense of a vacancy waiting to be filled, but we were compatriots holding down the fort in the meantime. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel = 1>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> It's weird to think I had the 'idealized' family. <br><br> To me, family isn't some black-and-white thing, but compared to the representations nowadays of alternative families...blended or fractured or...whatever...I guess mine was pretty normal. <br><br> My sandwiches were cut corner to corner -- the best way. I had support in the bleachers and someone to pick me up after school. <<if $CC.dad !== 0>>And <<print $CC.MName>> made the effort to ensure that she was filling the extra void.<<else>><<print $CC.EDName>>, my real dad, showed up and on-time when it was his turn.<</if>> <br><br> But on the other hand, it was stifling from time to time. Having people around you all the time had its pros and cons. All the same, it was comfy. It was warm. Thinking of my family, for all its foibles, makes me <<linkexpand "smile.">>smile. <br><br><br> Thank <<if $CC.freetime == "church">>God<<else>>god<</if>> for stability. <br><br> When Mom traveled, it was an interesting time -- and <<print $CC.MName>> did it a lot. <br><br> Her being away so much gave me some moments where it was just me <<if $CC.dad == 2>>figuring out things on my own<<else>>and <<print $CC.DName>><</if>>. It was different and nice. <br><br> Sure, there was a sense of a vacancy we were both waiting to be filled, but we were compatriots holding down the fort. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<elseif $CC.parents == "adopted">> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel = 1>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<print $CC.DName>> and <<print $CC.MName>>. They weren't my parents. Biologically. And you can feel that, don't know how. Maybe it's at a genetic level of knowing? <<listbox "$CC.adoptive">> <<option "My grandparents" "grandparents">> <<option "My uncle" "uncle">> <<option "The foster system" "foster">> <</listbox>> took care of me well enough. <br><br> It was all I knew, so I can't say whether it was 'normal' or the same feeling of 'home' as anyone else has. <br><br> And it definitely was something whispered just out of earshot. I got glances, suspicion -- curiosity. And pity. <br><br> Yet, here I am! Funny how it all shakes out in the wash, <<linkexpand "eh?">>eh? <br><br><br> The topic of ''them''. Elle and <<print $CC.EDName>>. <br><br> The 'others'...they were never directly discussed -- my actual, genetic parents -- came up from time to time, especially when I was younger and had heard kids in the schoolyard making fun of me for not having a 'real' mom or dad. But when they were discussed, they never explained the __why__ of where they were. Of why they weren't there for me anymore. <br><br> With a bit of a sigh and a bevvy of carefully planned responses, they talked to be about my situation obliquely. I could tell it hurt them to bring it up and I learned to avoid the conversation. <br><br> They only really talked about -- and blamed -- my Dad, Jake. I never understood why, but there was deep emotional vitriol for the man. As for Elle, my mom? They skirted the topic altogether. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.parents == "hurt">> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel = 0>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> Look. I don't want to talk about it. <br><br> It wasn't forever. Clearly. It was home. <br><br> Now it's not. Rearview mirror and whatnot. <br><br> Let's move on. <<linkexpand "Nothing to see here.">>Nothing to see here. <br><br><br> Why? <br><br> Well, when <<print $CC.MName>> gallivants to the ends of the Earth. Your mom just a perpetual motion machine and you're left to deal with everything else, including //Dad// all by yourself? <<print $CC.DName>>, problematic as he was...at least he was there and straightforward. <br><br> Right, you don't understand. When we're on equal footing, //then// we can have a frank conversation. How about that. <br><br><br> That's how we...I...[[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.parents == "separated">> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<if $CC.mother == "hated">> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel = 0>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<print $CC.DName>> took care of me as best he could. <br><br> There was a look in his eye of "I'm sorry, <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> Maybe I'm creating that. Who knows what was going on in his head. It's weird, but in a way, I think we both can thank Mom, dear old Elle bouncing so early in my life as being the cause for us forming that bond. <br><br> Ultimately, I love him and he certainly loved me -- he loved a lot of women in his life. <br><br> Would I have wanted it another way? I don't know. Whatever damage she caused, whatever he or I lost out on because of her, I can only imagine how much worse it would have been if she <<linkexpand "had been there.">>had been there. <br><br><br> I asked about her. <br><br> Once. <br><br> And all I could register was pain. A deep-seated reason why there was no answer. Not a word. <br><br> He knew, but he didn't want me to know. Maybe he was protecting me from what he was feeling or something else. Silence is insidious that way. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.mother == "young">> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel = 1>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> I'm not going to try and explain why my Mom, Elle, was the way she was. <br><br> Other parents and people in my life certainly tried to tell me who she was and I'll leave them to their opinions. <br><br> I can say she and I had a fun and interesting household. We bonded in ways that only could have happened because she wasn't really that much older than me. Not quite a generation gap. We weren't that different. <br><br> As far as the other half of my genetic code...When someone mentions "dad", it isn't the guy that //made// me -- Jake. <br><br> There are a few different 'dads' that pop into my mind. The guys that were more constant in my life than he ever was. <br><br> In some ways having non-Dads was super cool, because there wasn't some father-daughter complex or any over-protectiveness. They were just dudes hooking up with my Mom. I came with that package. <br><br> And overall, she <<linkexpand "seemed happy.">>seemed happy. <br><br><br> The only time I saw a crack in that facade was when she returned from a junket. Every single time, and she traveled a //ton//. I never really knew where she went and I knew not to ask, she was haggard enough. <br><br> There was a hardness to her. She was off somewhere else and trying to reacclimate to being a mother. I couldn't help but take it personally. That she didn't want me. <br><br> But eventually, there was a shift in her eyes. And she'd relax back into being here, at home, with me. And I was reassured. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel = 1>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> It was mostly, <<print $CC.MName>>'s world, Mom's world and we were living in it. <br><br> She was the one who decided when <<if $CC.dad == 2>>I got to do anything, hang out with //anyone// -- whether it was weekends; this week or //that// week; this break or that month<<else>><<print $CC.DName>>, Dad, got time with me -- whether it was weekends; this week or //that// week; this break or that month<</if>> -- consistency be damned. She was in charge. <br><br> At times, it felt like badminton and I was the shuttlecock. She served me to someone else's court when I wasn't wanted. <br><br> No, not tennis. I wasn't flying at crazy speeds, I was more... <<linkexpand "on the float.">> on the float. <br><br><br> But with that lack of consistency, I learned to rely on myself and no one else. Thank god. <br><br> She took care of me in her own way, and I made it this far, thanks to her or thanks to myself. I made it. <br><br><br> That's how we [[lived|CC007 - HomeVign1]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/CC007-HomeVign1.png">> My early years. What to say about them. About <<print $CC.DName>> and <<print $CC.MName>> during those years of nurture over nature... <br><br> Well, there was one moment that comes to mind. <br><br><br> I had grabbed all my dolls -- <<if $CC.sexuality == "straight">>Ken and Barbie had to have alone time...with me.<<else>>it was alone time for Barbie and Barbie or Barbie and Ken...<</if>> We'd 'all' gone down into the basement. I wasn't allowed down there. It was dark, it was dingy. It definitely wasn't //safe//. <br><br> I don't know why I wanted to be down there. Not exactly an ideal playground. <br><br><br> Dark, but the dark didn't scare me. An unfinished basement, more of a storage room, but the dirt didn't bother me. <br><br> Sitting on the bare concrete, I didn't hear their frenzied steps above me, the ceiling creaking while the thumping made its way to the stairs. I was deeply ensconced in some scenario, ringleader amongst all the little plastic characters. <br><br> Despite being unaware, I vividly remember the ''instant'' fear when the basement door swung open. I can still feel the hair raising on the back of my neck. <br><br> Immediately, panic set in. I was going to be caught. I grasped my little friends and pulled myself tight in behind the water heater. Thankfully it wasn't winter, my back would have been scalded. <<if $CC.dad !== 0>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"<<print $CC.name>>?" There was an edge to her voice. "This isn't funny, girlie." Mom had a short fuse right after getting back from a trip. <</speech>> <<else>> <<speech $CC.DName>>"<<print $CC.name>>! <<print $CC.name>>?!"<</speech>> It was <<print $CC.DName>>. Daddy could be a little short-tempered when Mom had just come back from a trip. <<speech $CC.DName>>"This isn't funny, girlie."<</speech>> <</if>> I <<linkexpand "held my breath.">> held my breath. <br><br><br> Pressed up against the metal, I carefully peered around it, watching <<if $CC.dad !== 0>>her<<else>>their<</if>> feet descend the staircase. <br><br> Each footfall was louder, approaching, making my heart race. I didn't move. <br><br> <<if $CC.dad !== 0>><<print $CC.MName>> was gliding down the stairs, on the hunt, <<else>><<print $CC.MName>> followed shortly behind Dad,<</if>> intense and careful. That was Mom. I could tell it was her from <<linkexpand "her pace.">> her pace. Frozen, I listened from my hiding place as the search took place, frustrated comments and grunts. Boxes being pushed aside. <br><br> Feeling the tension each time a shadow passed by my hiding spot, certain I would be discovered. Luckily, <<if $CC.dad == 0>>she<<else>>they<</if>> didn't find me. <br><br> They never gave the water heater more than a cursory glance. I held my breath, hearing them ascend the stairs to continue their search elsewhere. <br><br> Carefully, I counted out five minutes, gathered my friends -- some now slick with palm sweat -- and crept my way back up. <br><br><br> I was on the floor of the living room, dirty feet tucked underneath me when they found me. I had //appeared// back upstairs -- <<speech $CC.MName>>"Oh! Where were you?"<</speech>> I couldn't help the wry little grin, enjoying the bewilderment. <<speech $CC.MName>>"You sure you weren't in the basement playing?"<</speech>> I made sure my dirty feet were tucked carefully underneath me. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"No, I'm not allowed."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Why did this stick with me? It wasn't getting away with it. It wasn't the hiding spot or the newfound freedom to play in the basement. <br><br> It a singular moment. <<if $CC.dad == 0>> The search had begun. <<print $CC.MName>> was mere feet away from me. Her awareness was always insanely acute -- I was certain I was about to be punished. She was making a slow turn, assessing her surroundings...and then she threw her arms up in defeat. She stomped back up the stairs, muttering, <<speech $CC.MName>>"Well, I guess I know where she got this disappearing act from. I guess I should get used to it."<</speech>> <<else>> The search had begun. <<print $CC.DName>> was tossing boxes around. But <<print $CC.MName>> was mere feet away from me. Her awareness was always insanely acute -- I was certain I was about to be punished. She was making a slow turn, assessing her surroundings...And <<print $CC.DName>> threw his arms up in defeat, <<speech $CC.DName>>"Well, I think we know where she got this disappearing act from. I guess we should get used to it."<</speech>> <br><br> She never felt like she was attacked. They stomped up the stairs in silence. <</if>> What did that <<linkexpand "mean?">> mean? <br><br><br> I didn't know at the time. Still, there was some part of me knew that it //mattered//. <br><br> Where did I get my ability to hide from? My disappearing act -- my violation into places I shouldn't have been...A kinship and something earned from someone else... <br><br> From Elle. <br><br><br> That would come to roost later. I'd only come to grapple with it once I was mature. Once I was done growing and learning the hard way that not everything I experienced was 'normal'. I had to meet other kids, see other families. I had to get through [[school|CC009 - School]]. <br><br><br> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<set _wealthOptions = { "My family had more than enough money for me to do whatever I wanted, when I wanted." : 5, "We had more than most, which meant very few doors were closed to me." : 4, "We were solidly middle-class, but they did what they could to afford me opportunities." : 3, "Despite knowing we didn't have much, they did what they could for me." : 2, "They went without so that I could have something." : 1, "It required begging, but somehow, they made sure I could do what I wanted." : 0 }>> <<set _imgPathTmp = 'passage/' + $CC.hometown + '.png'>> <<image framed _imgPathTmp>> <<if $CC.hometown == "NO">> <<set $CC.hometownName = [ "Beaufort, South Carolina", "Whitefish, Montana", "Hood River, Oregon", "Berlin, Maryland", "Sitka, Alaska", "Sedona, Arizona", "Montpelier, Vermont", "Telluride, Colorado", "Moab, Utah", "Oxford, Mississippi" ].random()>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <p> Growing up in that little backwater was like having a large family. No one left, generation after generation, so the community was tight-knit which in some ways was nice. </p> <p> There wasn't much 'new' or 'exciting,' though, so only the slightest of nudges to the needle felt like a massive upheaval. A new store. An invasion by a wild pack of trash pandas (raccoons) that were terrorizing local dumpsters. </p> <p> There really wasn't <<linkexpand "shit to do">>shit to do. <<replace "#choices" t8n>> <br> <<listbox "$CC.wealth" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _wealthOptions>><</listbox>> <p> I planned to skee-daddle out of butt-fucking Egypt, but until then, I kept sane by: </p> <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC015 - Clique][$CC.freetime = "barn"]]>> <<hover>> ...hanging out, partying in fields and barns.<br> <<tip>> A more 'rural' kind of partygirl. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Clique][$CC.freetime = "home"]]>> <<hover>> ...sticking around home, alone or with friends.<br> <<tip>> The girl who doesn't get out a lot. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Clique][$CC.freetime = "vandal"]]>> <<hover>> ...speeding around town, causing mischief.<br> <<tip>> The girl who prefers excitement and craziness. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Clique][$CC.freetime = "helper"]]>> <<hover>> ...helping out with home projects or at neighbors farms.<br> <<tip>> The good girl who's everyone's favorite in the neighborhood. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Clique][$CC.freetime = "church"]]>> <<hover>> ...focusing on local church and its groups.<br> <<tip>> The religious, self-respecting girl. <</hover>> <</crossroads>> <p> And I was glad to have them. Kept me occupied and //relatively// out of trouble. Right? </p> <p> Because otherwise -- I'm not looking to just open the floodgates about why I am who I am, Oh the trauma, blah, blah...this isn't therapy -- most of my time was spent at school </p> <<hint>> Choices like these above guide later options for her life. We'll see moments and vignettes from this part of her life later on in our Prologue. <</hint>> <</replace>> <</linkexpand>>. </p> <<else>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<if $CC.hometown == "LA">> <<set $CC.hometownName = "Los Angeles, California">> <<elseif $CC.hometown == "NY">> <<set $CC.hometownName ="New York, New York">> <<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">> <<set $CC.hometownName = "Birmingham, Alabama">> <<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">> <<set $CC.hometownName = "Seattle, Washington">> <</if>> <p> Growing up in a city was insane! </p> <p> Stimulation was __everywhere__ -- there was <<linkexpand "shit to do">>shit to do. <<replace "#choices" t8n>> <br> <<listbox "$CC.wealth" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _wealthOptions>><</listbox>> <p> Yet, coming with all of the excitement and opportunity, there was an ever-present danger that kept you looking over your shoulder. </p> <p> There were times when shit got so bad you wished for a simpler life. </p> <br> <p> It felt chaotic, for sure, but you found people to connect with and bond. My assembled crew: </p> <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC015 - Clique][$CC.freetime = "partier"]]>> <<hover>> ...hopped from home to home, or whatever space we could find to have some fun.<br> <<tip>> The school partygirl. Hitting up house parties and throwing her own. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Clique][$CC.freetime = "home"]]>> <<hover>> ...always were over at my place, watching some movies or playing some games.<br> <<tip>> The girl who doesn't get out a lot. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Clique][$CC.freetime = "gang"]]>> <<hover>> ...were, well, a gang. We tagged shit, we did some stupid stuff, but we could hold our own.<br> <<tip>> The girl who runs in the 'wrong' crowd. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Clique][$CC.freetime = "volunteer"]]>> <<hover>> ...were a community I built doing volunteer work. Kind and warm.<br> <<tip>> The girl who seeks extra-credit and/or is just selfless. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Clique][$CC.freetime = "sporty"]]>> <<hover>> ...were my team. Exerting ourselves together, winning or losing, always keeps you tight.<br> <<tip>> The girl who was always in sports. <</hover>> <<path [[CC015 - Clique][$CC.freetime = "beach"]] $CC.hometown is "LA">> <<hover>> ...were on the beach! Sand between my toes, sun bronzing my skin, the salty air, it was all fun to me.<br> <<tip>> The girl who was always at the beach. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't from Los Angeles. <<path [[CC015 - Clique][$CC.freetime = "club"]] $CC.hometown is "NY">> <<hover>> ...were a fluid group. But we all had our contacts, or a fake ID, anything to get into a hot spot, club, bar, or pop-up.<br> <<tip>> The partygirl who had a fake ID to get into places before she shoulda. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't from New York. <<path [[CC015 - Clique][$CC.freetime = "tailgate"]] $CC.hometown is "AL">> <<hover>> ...tailgated with me. On a flatbed or fold-out chair for the next Auburn game.<br> <<tip>> The girl who loves her local sporting team! <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't from Alabama <<path [[CC015 - Clique][$CC.freetime = "outdoors"]] $CC.hometown is "WA">> <<hover>> ...were down to strap on some boots and a pack and get our trek on. When it wasn't raining, and sometimes when it was, we were on a trail or camping or climbing.<br> <<tip>> The girl who gets out, but to enjoy nature and a nice getaway. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't from Seattle. <</crossroads>> <p> And I was glad to have them. Kept me occupied and //relatively// out of trouble. Right? </p> <p> Because otherwise -- I'm not looking to just open the floodgates about why I am who I am, Oh the trauma, blah, blah...this isn't therapy -- most of my time was spent at school </p> <<hint>> Choices like these above guide later options for her life. We'll see moments and vignettes from this part of her life later on in our Prologue. <</hint>> <</replace>> <</linkexpand>>. </p> <</if>> /* Cassie: Why is this here? Shouldn't it be around the choices stuff in the passage? */ /* Fict: The div is free! It has no rules, it can be anywhere. We typically wrap it around where its being used to erase the old content on click. */ /* But in this example we are adding to this empty div here with content whenever the user clicks on that replace! */ <div id="choices"></div>
<<image framed "passage/CC009-School.png">> <<set _hairOpts = {}>> <<set _hairOpts['blonde'] = 'blonde'>> <<set _hairOpts['brunette'] = 'brown'>> <<set _hairOpts['redhead'] = 'red'>> <<set _hairOpts['raven-haired'] = 'black'>> <<set _styleOpts = ["straight", "curly", "wavy"]>> <<set _eyesOpts = ["blue", "brown", "green", "hazel", "gray"]>> There I was, my first day of school, a tangle of <<listbox "$Body.style" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _styleOpts>><</listbox>> <<listbox "$Body.hair" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _hairOpts>><</listbox>> hair with wide <<listbox "$Body.eyes" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _eyesOpts>><</listbox>> eyes, barely able to contain my <<cycle "$CC.firstDay">> <<option "fear">> <<option "excitement">> <<option "confusion">> <</cycle>>. <br> <<hint>> Now that we're getting deep into character creation, we're only going to give a last hint or two. <br><br> Some choices affect who she is OR stats and skills, like here: either being more excitable or less confident / stable. <br><br> Soon, you're on your own! <</hint>> <br> Wiping those emotional tears from my cheeks, I made my way into the classroom -- from what I've been told -- from the first moments I was ''enamored'' by <<listbox "$CC.schoolinterest">> <<option "boys" "boys">> <<option "my teachers" "power">> <<option "learning" "new">> <<option "other students" "people">> <<option "nothing" "free">> <<option "recess" "active">> <<option "books" "books">> <<option "trouble" "trouble">> <</listbox>>! <br> <<hint>>We're starting to get into her thoughts and feelings. What excites her the most? This will directly affect her stats as well as unlock certain paths and interests she has later in life: potential sexual partners, activities she could participate in, AND, potentially, who she runs with in High School.<</hint>> <br> <br><br><br> And it's where I made my <<linkexpand "first friend.">> first friend, a <<cycle "$CC.FFsex">> <<option "boy" "M">> <<option "girl" "F">> <</cycle>>, named <span class="inline-text-input"><<textbox "$CC.FFName" "Taylor">></span>. <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> We were [[inseparable|CC010 - Youth]]. <</linkexpand>>
/* TODO: (Cassie) Assuming this is all supposed to be comparing to $Body.skin. Updating the else statements from $CC.Fskin to $Body.skin. */ <<if $Body.skin == "alabaster">> <<set $CC.MSkin = either("white", "golden", "fair")>> <<set $CC.FSkin = either("white", "golden", "fair")>> <<elseif $Body.skin == "ebony">> <<set $CC.MSkin = either("black", "golden")>> <<set $CC.FSkin = either("black", "golden")>> <<elseif $Body.skin == "fair">> <<set $CC.MSkin = either("white", "golden", "fair", "olive")>> <<set $CC.FSkin = either("white", "golden", "fair", "olive")>> <<else>> <<set $CC.MSkin = either("white", "golden", "fair", "olive")>> <<set $CC.FSkin = either("white", "golden", "fair", "olive")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.eyes == "blue">> <<set $CC.Meyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "gray")>> <<set $CC.Feyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "gray")>> <<elseif $Body.eyes == "green">> <<set $CC.Meyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "brown")>> <<set $CC.Feyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "brown")>> <<elseif $Body.eyes == "brown">> <<set $CC.Meyes = either("brown", "hazel", "green")>> <<set $CC.Feyes = either("brown", "hazel", "green")>> <<elseif $Body.eyes == "gray">> <<set $CC.Meyes = either("blue", "gray", "green")>> <<set $CC.Feyes = either("blue", "gray", "green")>> <<elseif $Body.eyes == "hazel">> <<set $CC.Meyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "brown")>> <<set $CC.Feyes = either("blue", "hazel", "green", "brown")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.style == "wavy">> <<set $CC.FhairStyle = either("wavy", "curly", "straight")>> <<elseif $Body.style == "straight">> <<set $CC.FhairStyle = either("wavy", "straight")>> <<elseif $Body.style == "curly">> <<set $CC.FhairStyle = either("wavy", "curly")>> <</if>> <<if $CC.FFsex == "M">><<set $People['CC'].M.rel ++>><<else>><<set $People['CC'].F.rel ++>><</if>> <<image framed "passage/CC010-Youth.png">> <<if $CC.wealth == 2>> <<Stats Social -->> <<elseif $CC.wealth lt 2>> <<Stats Social -= 2>> <<elseif $CC.wealth == 4>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<elseif $CC.wealth gt 4>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> <<set _activityOptions = { 'at the library, nestled in a corner with a book' : 'read', 'nothing. Surprisingly, I was allowed to roam wild' : 'none', 'sent to the park to play outside with the neighborhood kids.' : 'play', }>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 2>> <<set _activityOptions["dancing, focusing on posture and exactness -- and the occasional recital"] = 'dance'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 2>> <<set _activityOptions["plunking at the ivories, working on scales and intervals -- and the occasional recital"] = 'piano'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> <<set _activityOptions["gymnastics, learning how to tumble, vault -- straining the limits of flexibility and strength"] = 'gym'>> <</if>> <<if $CC.firstDay == "fear">> <<Stats Confident -->> There was something about the day-to-day that kept me <<linkexpand "on edge.">>on edge. <br><br> The upcoming test -- heck, the pop quiz I was always sure was about to happen. The other kids. Life decisions -- it always felt like I was making decisions for a future me that I didn't know. <br><br> So...that was my experience. A little bit of dread, a sprinkle of playing sick, and a pinch of opting out when I could. <br><br> Did it make things easier? Not on my adrenal glands, that's for sure. <<include "CC010 - Youth (shared)">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.firstDay == "excitement">> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> I <<linkexpand "loved school.">>loved school. <br><br> Being scheduled was annoying. Whatever class I was supposed to be in played second-fiddle to what I really wanted to be doing: people to talk to, things to try, and experiences to be had. I hardly wanted to leave. <br><br> A couple times, they had to literally drag me off the premises. <br><br> No one understood why I was so passionate about school (and good, cuz it wasn't //school//), but then again no one really asked either. <br><br> It was more of those confused looks or "who is this chick" kind of reactions. Meh. <<include "CC010 - Youth (shared)">> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.firstDay == "confusion">> <<Stats Learning -->> I never really understood school. There was <<linkexpand "too much going on.">>too much going on. Everything felt like it was competing for my time and attention. Too many things at odds with each other. It was overwhelming. <br><br><br> Other kids gobbled classwork and the social interactions up. I was far more comfortable in my silo with my set group, set plan, set schedule. <br><br> Consistency made it all easier for me. <<include "CC010 - Youth (shared)">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<br><br><br> <<linkexpand "School itself?">> School itself? <br><br> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "boys">> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> I had a crush on one kid, Petey, almost instantly. I never understood why girls and boys kept mentioning 'cooties' and the opposite sex in the same breath. Whatever, they eventually learned. I was ahead of the curve. But in the meantime, being into guys at such an early age came with a lot of chaff. <br><br> Name calling. Things written on textbooks and lockers -- One time lipstick was used: "For a good time call <<print $CC.name>>" on the girl's bathroom mirror. <br><br> I know it was just catty jealousy, but in the end it just ingratiated me even more with the opposite sex. <br><br> It meant I didn't have very many female friends. It also meant guys were beating down my door when hormones started to get involved. <<elseif $CC.schoolinterest == "power">> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> Teachers always knew //so// much! They led so self-assuredly. They had every ounce of my rapt attention. <br><br> Don't call me a teacher's pet because my grades weren't stellar. I never tried to be their favorite, and I didn't raise my hand for every question. It was admiration from a distance. <br><br> I wasn't ''that'' kid. So don't give me any of that crap. I got enough of that razzing from everyone else. <br><br> I wanted to be their friend. I learned how and why they became a teacher. What interested them. And why not? Teachers weren't //that// much older than us anyway... <br><br> Well, some of them. <br><br> Ignoring the raised eyebrows I received for having "adult" friends, it did come with a little benefit from time to time. Ingratiating myself with the ones who made the tests meant that sometimes I got some insight or hint from time to time. <<elseif $CC.schoolinterest == "new">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> Yes, I knew the answer. I knew //all// the answers. Everything put in front of me was so fascinating. New information opened new doors. I was ravenous for knowledge. <br><br> That's why my hand went up. ''I'' studied. Just like I was expected to. <br><br> Unfortunately, teachers would ignore me. Because they knew I knew. And classmates hated that I was right and right again. Ugh. I didn't get it. I did the right things but it felt like I was being punished by instructors and my peers alike. <br><br> Fine then, teach. I'll just use my phone and answer that text from <<print $CC.FFName>>. <<call>>"Borrrreddd."<</call>> <br><br> If class wasn't going to engage me, I'd whip out my planner and figure out the weekend plans. No skin off my back. <<elseif $CC.schoolinterest == "people">> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Learning -->> It was //between// class where I flourished. Making friends, playing games with them, and just getting to know people became the focus of my attention. <br><br> Out of the classroom and into the social arena was my 'schooling'. I was learning the most important skill in life: how to live with others. <br><br> And people can give you a pretty good mirror to see yourself. <br><br> You'd think that not being the best at school would make you an outcast. It's the opposite. You can become a social __god__ with a big network, connecting people rather than being nose-down studying. School is really all about networking. <br><br> And connections can never hurt. My lessons definitely suffered, though. <<elseif $CC.schoolinterest == "free">> <<Stats Learning -->> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Deception ++>> Those first few years weren't bad. I kept to myself. Never saying much. I did my work because I had to. It wasn't inspired. I wanted to be out //truly// living life -- unregimented, unrestricted. <br><br> What activity station did I want to play? What were my favorite colors? All those silly childhood questions. Blocks. Red. Who cares. Those were the easy years, then came the drudgery... <br><br> Who cares about times tables or what year the Civil War happened in? Just look it up on your phone if you really wanted to know. <br><br> As the years passed in school, slowly but surely, there was more flexibility outside of the classroom and more opportunities to do the things I enjoyed. <br><br> Just had to make sure bad marks on the report card didn't get my freedoms revoked. <<elseif $CC.schoolinterest == "active">> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Learning -->> Recess in how long? When was the next free period? Oh, and PE! Anything to get me away from tests and lessons. I was a //bit// competitive. Nothing felt greater than getting my heart pumping and getting all sweaty. <br><br> Sure, maybe I got called 'butch' or a 'dyke.' Yeah, but I left them red or flat-faced. It always started with a joke and everyone laughing at me, but the impressed nods that came afterwards were more than worth it. <br><br> The hardest group to convince were the boys. Who says a girl can't hang? I live above the rim. Dunkin' on fools. <<elseif $CC.schoolinterest == "books">> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> You'd think with the amount of paper that I consumed I would have had the best grades of anyone in my class. I was a voracious reader. Staying up late, reading into the wee hours. And rather than the textbook we had been assigned, I was always reading my newest novel instead. <br><br> When I got called on, it was never a direct answer to their question and that confused them. I wasn't wrong, but I was more curious about the broader-reaching implications. The things adjacent to the question at hand. <br><br> I couldn't tell you the number of times I trailed off from some overly-thought out response when I realized I was getting dead stares from everyone, including the teacher. <br><br> But what I was saying was fascinating, right? <<elseif $CC.schoolinterest == "trouble">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> Detention. There was a seat reserved for me every week. I craved attention, ask any shrink. Textbook case of attention-starved. I loved being bad. My name was on Santa's naughty list and it stayed there. <br><br> I turned my textbooks into works of art with graffiti, silly notes, and unnecessary commentary scattered throughout the margins. <br><br> There was that //one// teacher that seemed to get me. We never discussed class, grades, what I was wearing, or what I had just done. Instead, I got the space to be me...and some opportunities to get by without following the rules 'expressly as intended'. <br><br> But most of them were furious with me. They were all so easily offended and quick to write me up again and again. <</if>> <br><br> <<hint>>And finally, some choices are focused on developing her skills.<</hint>> <br><br> Outside of school, <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>>to keep me out of trouble<<else>>to keep me occupied<</if>>, I was mostly: <<listbox "$CC.activity" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _activityOptions>><</listbox>>. <br> <<hint>>What does she like to do? Is she the more active type? If so, what kind of activity does she take up? This is one of many examples during character creation where you're going to affect her stats based on the kinds of things she does and enjoys. <br><br> We're not going to explain what each choice means in detail because what matters most is the idea of her. Yes, the stats will matter, but invest in the //who// she is rather than the numbers. <</hint>> <br> <br><br><br> <<if $CC.FFsex == "M">> <<Stats Wiles ++>> Having a guy best friend was... <<linkexpand "complicated.">>complicated. <br><br> <<print $CC.FFName>> and I were in lock-step. I was close with other kids in my clique, but with him it was different. We were simpatico. <br><br> I don't think it was because he was a guy. There were other guys I would call friends, too. It wasn't simply that we jived. We //got// each other. <br><br> People thought we were dating. ''Insisted''. Knew we were just hiding it. And other guys were jealous. <br><br> He got ribbed (and probably some high-fives). But thats because society expected a guy and girl that close, spending all their time together...it was because of sex. <br><br> Our changing bodies certainly //wanted// that to be the case. Puberty <<linkexpand "changed things.">>changed things. <br><br> As I grew into myself, there were lists of 'Hottest Girls,' comments on who was fat, bangable...it was overwhelming how suddenly it changed from all anyone cared about was your height and who you hung out with. <br><br> Now it was all around sex. And we barely understood any of what we were feeling. What even //was// sex? Rumors of kids who had been given 'the talk' started to give us answers -- and confuse us more. But one thing was definitely true: <br><br> People really cared how you looked. <br><br> Girl becomes woman, I guess, and as things...developed, I found people whispering to <<print $CC.FFName>> about them liking me, or asking if I was single...and if they had a shot. <br><br> Was I interested in them by chance? Check yes or no? I didn't understand the hype but something was changing in my social network. <br><br><br> Gotta love [[puberty|CC011 - Puberty]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.FFsex == "F">> <<Stats Stable ++>> Being friends with girls was <<linkexpand "tough.">>tough. <br><br> <<print $CC.FFName>> and I were in lock-step. <br><br> There were others in our clique that we got along well-enough with, but her? It was different. <br><br> We liked the same things, and it wasn't some sycophant kind of thing. I wasn't some 'yes-girl' and she certainly wasn't either. It just felt comfortable with her. Sister-like. <br><br> It was incredible too, how with just one look, we knew exactly what the other was thinking. That's how aligned we were. <br><br> And then puberty <<linkexpand "changed things.">>changed things. <br><br> As I grew into myself, there were lists of 'Hottest Girls,' comments on who was fat, bangable...it was overwhelming how suddenly it changed from all anyone cared about was your height and who you hung out with. <br><br> Now it was all around sex. And we barely understood any of what we were feeling. What even //was// sex? Rumors of kids who had been given 'the talk' started to give us answers -- and confuse us more. But one thing was definitely true: <br><br> People really cared how you looked. <br><br> Girl becomes woman, I guess, and as things...developed, I found people whispering to <<print $CC.FFName>> about them liking me, or asking if I was single...and if they had a shot. <br><br> Was I interested in them by chance? Check yes or no? I didn't understand the hype but something was changing in my social network. <br><br><br> Gotta love [[puberty|CC011 - Puberty]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/CC011-Puberty.png">> <<if $CC.activity == "play">><<Stats Social += 2>><</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "gym">><<Stats Athletics += 2>><</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "piano">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "dance">> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "read">> <<Stats Learning += 2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "none">> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Social ++>> <</if>> <<set _heightOpts = {}>> <<set _heightOpts['an Amazon'] = +2>> <<set _heightOpts['tall'] = +1>> <<set _heightOpts['about five-five'] = 0>> <<set _heightOpts['short'] = -1>> <<set _heightOpts['under five foot'] = -2>> <<set _sexOpts = { 'boys. God, I could feel a clench in my lower abdomen when I caught eye contact. The way they filled out those jeans.' : "straight", 'an attraction in other people. Good looking is good looking.' : "bi" }>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest !== "boys">> <<set _sexOpts['other girls. The bounce in their hair and it how it cascaded down their slender shoulders.'] = "lesbian">> <</if>> <<set _attOpts = {}>> <<set _attOpts['very little attention'] = 1>> <<set _attOpts['average attention'] = 2>> <<set _attOpts['a good bit of attention'] = 3>> <<set _attOpts['more attention than other girls got'] = 4>> <<set _attOpts['literally constant attention'] = 5>> <<set _attOpts['overwhelming attention'] = 6>> And it ''hit''. <br><br><br> It felt like all of a sudden, I went from being little me to <<listbox "$CC.height" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _heightOpts>><</listbox>> me. <br><br> Everyone around me was changing too. I couldn't help but really beginning to notice <<cycle "$Body.sexuality" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _sexOpts>><</cycle>>. <br><br><br> My development certainly now aroused <<listbox "$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].base" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _attOpts>><</listbox>> from guys. <br> <<hint>>A last, obvious hint: very little attention means she's the least attractive she can be, your last option on this cycle is the most attractive.<</hint>> <br> <br><br> The "puppylove" of just months before fell away to constant daydreaming, watching porn, and thinking about how good of a kisser somebody was the first time I met them. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "It was insane.">> It was insane. <br><br> Hormones are [[insane|CC012 - Body]]. <</linkexpand>> /* TODO (Cassie): Proofing from here on out */
<<image framed "passage/CC012-Body.png">> <<set $Body.realHeight = setup.heights[$CC.height].random()>> <<set _potential = ["Awkward", "Smart", "Funny", "Confident", "Popular", "Slutty", "Quirky"]>> <<run _traits = [ "Fantastic Tits", "Amazing Ass", "Striking Eyes", "Perfect Smile", "Actor-level Bone Structure", "Modelesque Legs", "An Ineffable Charm", "Smoky Voice", "Easy, Unwavering Fitness" ] >> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.length gte $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <p> One day, looking at myself in the mirror, I actually gave myself an honest appraisal. Fighting back my body dysmorphia, I smiled and shook my head, impressed to see: </p> <ul> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("Fantastic Tits")>><li>Tits that didn't need a bra? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("Amazing Ass")>><li>Pert rear with a grabbable meatiness? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("Striking Eyes")>><li>Big <<print $Body.eyes>>s that drew you in? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("Perfect Smile")>><li>A smile that could kill? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("Actor-level Bone Structure")>><li>Symmetry and cheekbones to die for? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("Modelesque Legs")>><li>Lithe legs that cried out for dresses and skirts? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("An Ineffable Charm")>><li>A crazy likeability factor? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("Smoky Voice")>><li>A voice that rivalled ScarJo? Check.</li><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("Easy, Unwavering Fitness")>><li>The ability to eat whatever I want and still look //fuckable//? Check.</li><</if>> </ul> <br> It wasn't simply how I looked that was firming up, but also my personality. Argue about nature versus nurture all you want, there were certainly some personality traits I exhibited that seemed hard-coded in. <br><br> <<if $CC.traits.length gt 0>> In particular, how I <<if $CC.traits.includes("Popular")>>had tons of friends<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Smart")>>did well in school without trying<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Funny")>>tended to be the class clown<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Awkward")>>wasn't too sure of myself<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Confident")>>knew exactly who I was<</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Slutty")>>was comfortable with my body<</if>>, <<if $CC.traits.includes("Quirky")>>was odd, but in a cute way...it's cute, right?<</if>> just seemed to be...me. Nothing I could do about it. Body, behavior, all part and parcel of who I now was -- I had to get used to this whole new [[package|CC013 - FinalForm]]. <<else>> <<quiz noChanging onSubmit="Engine.play(passage())" submitIf="$CC.traits.length gt 0">> My top personality trait: <br><br> <<quizGroup columns>> <<choicesFrom _potential change="$CC.traits.pushUnique(this)" checked="$CC.traits.includes(this)">> <</quiz>> <</if>> <<else>> These changes were new, deeply interesting, but also scary. And guys found them //very// interesting. <br><br> And at the time, I couldn't quite pin down what it was that drew them to me -- hell, they probably couldn't either. My brain didn't care about the 'why,' just that it __was__. <br><br> But as I've calmed down and the newness wore off, I've come to learn that it always seemed centered on specific...''ahem''...aspects. <<finalFormQuiz _traits>> Top trait putting me in the spotlight: <br><br> <</finalFormQuiz>> <br> <</if>> <div class="choice-button-container"> <<button "Next" "CC013 - FinalForm">> <</button>> </div>
<<set _traitsConversionMap = { "Fantastic Tits": "tits", "Amazing Ass": "ass", "Striking Eyes": "eyes", "Perfect Smile": "smile", "Actor-level Bone Structure": "face", "Modelesque Legs": "legs", "An Ineffable Charm": "charm", "Smoky Voice": "voice", "Easy, Unwavering Fitness": "fit" }>> <<for _key, _value range _traitsConversionMap>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes(_key)>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.delete(_key)>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push(_value)>> <</if>> <</for>> <<if $CC.traits.includesAny("Awkward", "Quirky")>> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Smart")>><<Stats Learning ++>><<Stats Sophisticated ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Funny")>><<Stats Performance ++>><<Stats Social ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Confident")>><<Stats Social ++>><<Stats Stable ++>><<Stats Suggestible -->><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Popular")>><<Stats Social ++>><<Stats Stable ++>><<Stats Risky -->><</if>> <<if $CC.traits.includes("Slutty")>><<Stats Easy ++>><<Stats Risky ++>><</if>> <<set _fert = {}>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<set _fert["Guys hate condoms that much was clear. They don't feel good. So, the safest option? Birth control."] = false>> <<set _fert["Why did this rest solely on me? Condoms should suffice. All the information and opinions out there supports that."] = true>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<set _fert["My parents __insisted__ I take no risks."] = false>> <<set _fert["The side effects of birth control are frightening. I'd be just fine with condoms."] = true>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<set _fert["Sure, I should be using condoms...but who does. I wasn't insane though, so: birth control"] = false>> <<set _fert["Scare tactics didn't work on this girl. I won't get knocked up. I got this on my own."] = true>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set _fert["Sex was going to be a part of my life. So would birth control."] = false>> <<set _fert["I wasn't gonna abstain but I would only put something in me that is guaranteed fun."] = true>> <<else>> <<set _fert["Taking birth control is what most girls did. Made sense to me."] = false>> <<set _fert["And kill my libido? No. No BC here."] = true>> <</if>> That was the outside me... <br><br> <<linkreplace "Inside me, though? Shit." t8n>><<scrollIntoView>>Pregnancy was now my next big concern to handle. I didn't want that happening anytime soon. Or ever. <br><br> <<listbox "$Body.fertile" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _fert>><</listbox>>. <br><br> At a certain point, I gave up fighting or crying over the changes, now I was [[someone|CC013 - FinalForm2]] else -- better get used to it. Yeah. Maybe I kinda liked the new me!<</linkreplace>>
<<set $CC.showDoll = true>> <<face happy>> <<set _undiesQuiz = { "Just normal underwear.": "Bikini-style", }>> <<run _piercingOpts = Object.assign([], setup.piercings)>> <<run _tattooOpts = Object.assign([], setup.tattoos)>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<run _piercingOpts.push("Left Nipple", "Right Nipple", "Tongue")>> <<run _tattooOpts.push("Mound", "LowerBack", "Sleeve")>> <<run _undiesQuiz["Low coverage, no lines."] = "Thongs">> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<run _undiesQuiz["To be free and breezy."] = "Commando">> <</if>> <<set _groom = { 'A razor' : 3, 'wax' : 21 }>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>><<set _groom["laser treatment"] = 120>><</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 4>><<set _groom["electrolysis"] = 720>><</if>> <<if $Body.fertile == false>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> /* IMAGE: Pamphlets */ It seemed like every other girl was talking about her birth control. Did it hurt getting an IUD, reminding each other to take their pills, how easy it made their dating lives -- and how much better it was without 'making out through saran wrap'. Even I noticed how great their skin looked now. <br><br> After looking at all of the options, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>> <br><br> So now I was safe, at least from the biggest worry. The rest I could figure out more, in the moment. <br><br><br> <<else>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> It seemed like every other girl was talking about her birth control. Did it hurt getting an IUD, reminding each other to take their pills, how easy it made their dating lives -- and how much better it was without 'making out through saran wrap'. Even I noticed how great their skin looked now. <br><br> But I had my reasons and I wasn't going to be broken down. They could go and be sluts. I knew I was making the right choice. <br><br><br> <</if>> Time passed. The changes settled in and slowed down, ensuring me that I was closer to becoming a 'finished product'. <br><br> With damn DNA controlling so much of who I was, I felt compelled to exert some control too. <br><br> <<earPiercings>> <br><br> <<hint>> <<set _subscribestarURL = "https://subscribestar.adult/blue-swallow">> <<set _patreonURL = "https://www.patreon.com/BlueSwallow">> More visuals and interactivity coming soon. Your support helps us expand the story with more quality updates -- faster! <br><br> Support us on <a @href="_subscribestarURL" target="_blank">SubscribeStar</a> or <a @href="_patreonURL" target="_blank">Patreon</a> <</hint>> <br> <div id="piercings" class="ear-piercings"> <<include addPiercings>> </div> <<tattoos>> Most choices, I felt, had some sort of expectation, but what I wore underneath <<linkexpand "was //entirely// up to me.">> was //entirely// up to me. <br><br><br> <<set $Body.braless = false>> <<run { _titsQuiz = []; const bralessHint = 'You lack confidence or are not daring to not wear a bra!'; const canGoBraless = $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0 || $Stats.BodyTraits.includes('tits'); switch ($Body.tits) { case 'small': _titsQuiz = [{ label: 'I constrain them unnecessarily.', hint: "Bras could be sexy and classy.", change: "$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base++; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')" }, { label: "I like to show the nippage.", hint: "My nips and tits were free girls.", change: "$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')" }]; break; case 'huge': _titsQuiz = [{ label: 'My large chest? Had to rein them in.', hint: 'Bras could be sexy and classy.', change: "$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base++", }, { label: "I would never restrain them. Even gazongas", change: "$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')", disabled: canGoBraless, hint: canGoBraless ? "My nips and tits were free girls." : bralessHint }]; break; case 'extralarge': _titsQuiz = [{ label: 'My big girls needed support.', hint: 'Bras could be sexy and classy.', change: "$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base++", }, { label: "I would never restrain them, even my big girls.", change: "$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')", disabled: canGoBraless, hint: canGoBraless ? "My nips and tits were free girls." : bralessHint }]; break; case 'medium': default: _titsQuiz = [{ label: 'I keep the jiggle and nipping to a minimum', hint: 'Bras could be sexy and classy.', change: "$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base++; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')", }, { label: "I like to show the nippage.", change: "$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base++; $Body.braless = true; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')", disabled: canGoBraless, hint: canGoBraless ? "My nips and tits were free girls." : bralessHint }] } }>> <<quiz singleChoice autoselect>> //How do you treat your breasts?// <br><br> <<choicesFrom _titsQuiz>> <</quiz>> <br><br> /* TODO (Zach): Make it so they can't uncheck it if there is a single-option. Or maybe just have it mandatory that one option is checked. Make sure this update doesn't break other quizzes..... */ <<quiz singleChoice autoselect>> //What's your downstairs style?// <br><br> <<choicesFrom _undiesQuiz checkFirst change="$Body.undies = this; Doll.runOutfitWidget('underwear')">> <</quiz>> <br><br> And underneath, on the flower patch <<linkreplace "between my legs." t8n>>between my legs... <br><br> Society can dictate what is socially acceptable for downstairs maintenance with all the movies, models, magazines, boys, and girls suggesting the best lovescape. I controlled it as much as I could due to the shared showers and hot/heavy nights. <br><br> As I experimented and decided on my preference, the razor worked its magic and found the waste basket, and I left myself... <br><br> <div id="pubicbuttons"><<include "pubicbuttons">></div> <br><br> Styling aside, there was also the <<linkreplace "how to do it.">> <<if $Body.pubes !== "bush">> What was never finished, it seemed, was downstairs maintenance. It. was. ''work''. Eventually, I found my method and technique over the years using: <<listbox "$CC.grooming" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _groom>><</listbox>>. <br><br> Perfect. Ready to play. <</if>> <br><br><br> The stress of the changes and decisions in my life affected the energy at [[home|CC014 - HomeVign2]]. <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkexpand>>
<<if $Body.piercings.includesAny("Navel", "Right Eyebrow", "Nostril", "Right Nipple", "Left Nipple", "Tongue")>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <</if>> <<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 1>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<elseif _arrOfTats.length === 1>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <</if>> <<if $Body.undies is "Commando">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<elseif $Body.undies is "Thongs">> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <</if>> <<if $Body.braless == true>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Social -->> <<else>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <</if>> <<outfit default>> <<if $CC.mom == 1>> Everything was changing around me, inside me, and who knows if it was just the hormonal change (Narrator: it was the hormones), but I felt so much more empty than everyone around me. <br><br> Why did I <<linkexpand "feel...">> feel the way I did? <br><br><br> <<print $CC.MName>> was in her room, <<linkexpand "packing?">> <<face angry>> packing. //Again//. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/packing.png">> I tried to surprise her, give her a little shake-up. Her back was to the open doorway, like always, and I was //silent//. I don't think I had ever been more careful not even to slip out of the house or especially not even for a <<linkexpand "midnight snack">> <<face shock>> midnight snack. <<speech $CC.MName>>"I only have a few minutes."<</speech>> Her preternatural senses made me wonder if I had actually gotten away with __any__ of my sneaking. I hadn't even crested the door frame. Maybe it was my footfalls or my jaw clicked as I began to speak. Either way she spoke first, <<speech $CC.MName>>"everything okay?"<</speech>> She turned slowly, a kind and understanding look on her <<linkexpand "face">> <<face hurt1 runny>> face. <br><br><br> Tears welled up in my eyes. How could she be so calm, so considerate right ''now''? This isn't <<linkexpand "what I wanted">> <<face angry>> what I wanted. <br> <<speechPC>>"Where are you fucking going?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"I told you--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"//Business// trip--''bull''. __shit__."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"Manila's primary array--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"//You//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"Yes, me--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"The Philippines aren't part of the US--"<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"They can still appreciate our help--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You're no Telecom expert."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"Because I'm a woman?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You can't even fix the WiFi //here//--"<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"That's different--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Why is it always //other// countries?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"That's my job."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What about that guy, your boss?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"Nate?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. //Nate//. He's qualified, I'm sure--"<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"And I'm not?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I have my doubts."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"Don't be sexist, <<print $CC.name>>--"<</speech>> <<linkexpand "Sexist?">> <<face hurt1>> <<speechPC>>"Sexist..." I stared at her, incredulous. Was that really what I was implying? No. "I just want you to stay."<</speechPC>> Now it was her turn to stop. <br><br> A beat. <br><br> Then she shook her head. Her shoulders imperceptibly lifted and fell.<<speech $CC.MName>> "I wish I could. You have no idea how important this is. I ''have'' to go--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Then //go// ''fuck'' yourself." <</speechPC>> <<linkexpand "fuck yourself">> <<face angry runny>> <br> In a split second her calm demeanor shifted. I had hurt her. Her shoulders sagged, churning something over in her head. I stood in front of her, boiling inside, head pounding from the tension in what certainly would be a massive headache later. I felt like I was trying to bottle surging power just moments away from letting it all <<linkexpand "explode">> <<face hurt1 runny>> explode. <br><br><br> Silently and softly she edged forward crossing the distance towards me, <<speech $CC.MName>>"Come here."<</speech>> I shook my head defiantly, tears returning. I took a step back fending her off with one arm to keep her away from me. <<speechPC>>"You're leaving? Then just...__//''leave''//__."<</speechPC>> The bottle burst. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed) : Door slam (GIF?)*/ I <<shake 2s>>slammed<</shake>> the door in her face. I was furious. She wanted to keep everything to herself so be it. She could act like the private //cunt// all she wanted just <<linkexpand "not with me.">> not with me. <br><br><br> Lucky for me, I had ways to avoid this kind of crap on [[most days|CC008 - TownLife]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $CC.dad == 2>> Everything was changing around me, inside me, and who knows if it was just the hormonal change (Narrator: it was the hormones), but I felt so much more at a loss than everyone around me. <br><br> Why was I the way I was? Why did I look like I did? More like Mom or Dad? <<if $CC.adoptive !== "grandparents">>Or my grandparents?<</if>> There was this giant hole and my <<linkexpand "psychic distress">> psychic distress was immense. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.MName>>, what was Elle like?"<</speechPC>> I wished I didn't have to ask her. I could see the walls rising with the question. But I didn't have another choice. <br><br> She became so rigid. There was worry, uncertainty, and...fear? in her <<linkexpand "eyes">> tone. <<speech $CC.MName>>"Elle?"<</speech>> The name barely squeaked out of her vocal chords. <<speechPC>>"Look. I just...feel like I have a right to know."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"Well, you...do. What, um, exactly do you want to know"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Everything? I don't know. What //can// you tell me about her? What, like, sticks out in your mind?"<</speechPC>> <br> She laughed and shook her <<linkexpand "head">> <<face hurt1>> head. <<speech $CC.MName>>"Honestly? I only met her once. But...you remind me of her." Tears welled up in my eyes, "Oh, honey, come now--" I shook my head, staving her off with an outstretched hand.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Why isn't she here now? Why don't I get to know her?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She shuddered a little bit, her own emotions struggling to remain contained, <<speech $CC.MName>>"She's a difficult woman--not that you're difficult--you ''are'', but--"<</speech>> <br><br> I <<linkexpand "snapped">> <<face angry runny>> snapped: <<speechPC>>"Oh //fuck// you."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"<<print $CC.name>>--"<</speech>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Door slam (GIF?)*/ <<speechPC>>"No. I came to __you__ to ask you a fair question. I needed to know something and what did you do? You blamed her--''me''--for...you know what?" <</speechPC>> I stormed off and <<shake 2s>>slammed<</shake>> the <<linkexpand "door">> door. <br><br> That hurt too much, I wasn't going to try again, so my brain tried to tease what answers I could from our interaction. <br><br> Was there pain in her eyes? Recognition? Whatever it was, it wasn't what I was looking for. <<linkexpand "Who I was looking for">> Who I was looking for. <br><br> Lucky for me, I had ways to avoid this kind of crap on [[most days|CC008 - TownLife]]. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <<else>> Everything was changing around me, inside me, and who knows if it was just the hormonal change (Narrator: it was the hormones), but I felt so much more at a loss than everyone around me. <br><br> Why was I the way I was? Why did I look like I did? More like Mom or Dad? <<if $CC.adoptive !== "grandparents">>Or my grandparents?<</if>> There was this giant hole and my <<linkexpand "psychic distress">> psychic distress was immense. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.DName>>, what was Elle like?" I certainly wasn't going to ask <<print $CC.MName>>.<</speechPC>> He became so rigid. There was worry, uncertainty, and...fear? in his <<linkexpand "eyes">> eyes. <<speech $CC.DName>>"Uh, w-what?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Look. I just...feel like I have a right to know."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.DName>>"Well, you...do. What, um, exactly do you want to know"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Everything? I don't know. What //can// you tell me about her? What, like, sticks out in your mind?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He laughed and shook his <<linkexpand "head">> <<face hurt1>> head. <<speech $CC.DName>>"Honestly? You remind me a lot of her." Tears welled up in my eyes, "Oh, honey, come now--" I shook my head, staving him off with an outstretched hand.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Why isn't she here now? Why don't I get to know her?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He shuddered a little bit, his own emotions struggling to remain contained, <<speech $CC.DName>>"She's a difficult woman--not that you're difficult--you ''are'', but--"<</speech>> <br><br> I <<linkexpand "snapped">> <<face angry runny>> snapped: <<speechPC>>"Oh //fuck// you."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.DName>>"<<print $CC.name>>--"<</speech>> <br><br> /* IMAGE: Door slam (GIF?)*/ <<speechPC>>"No. I came to __you__ to ask you a fair question. I needed to know something and what did you do? You blamed her--**me**--for...you know what? I know why she's not here. Reason's plain as day. Can't even get out of his chair for something important." <</speechPC>> I stormed off and <<shake 2s>>slammed<</shake>> the <<linkexpand "door">> door. <br><br> That hurt too much, I wasn't going to try again, so my brain tried to tease what answers I could from our interaction. <br><br> Was there pain in his eyes? Recognition? Whatever it was, it wasn't what I was looking for. <<linkexpand "Who I was looking for">> Who I was looking for. <br><br> Lucky for me, I had ways to avoid this kind of crap on [[most days|CC008 - TownLife]]. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>>. <</if>>
<<set _arrOfTats = Object.values($Body.tattooStyle).filter(item => item)>> <<if _arrOfTats.length gt 0>><<run $CC.traits.push("Tats")>><</if>> <<if $Body.piercings.length gt 0>><<run $CC.traits.push("Pierced")>><</if>> <<set _reactionOptions = {}>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Mean girls walking the hall */ As I experimented and discovered my own independent identity, it definitely felt like a paradigm shift in life. How I presented to others would prove to be the person that I was. How I acted, who I hung out with, what I wore, and how I looked were going to define the <<print $CC.name>> that I'd be. And while genetics defined a lot of immutables, there were certain things I had //some// control over and being a woman, I had access to a [[hair salon|Hair Salon]] to really control exactly what I looked like to other people. <br><br> It felt like, all of a sudden one day, I became me. Showing up to school exactly like <div id = "myself"> <<link "this">><<replace #myself>> <<face happy>> this. And here, as ''me'', I really felt understood. In a way that <<print $CC.MName>> and <<print $CC.DName>> could never. <br><br><br> And there, I came to be known as... <br><br> <div id="clique"> <<crossroads #clique>> <<path Array("active", "people", "power").includes($CC.schoolinterest) || Array("gym", "cheer", "play").includes($CC.activity) || Array("sporty", "beach", "tailgate", "outdoors").includes($CC.freetime) || $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> A Jock <<contents>> <<set $CC.clique = "Sports">> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Learning -->> <<set _reactionOptions["made sense to me. I had a drawer of gym shorts and all my free time was taken up by competing."] = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["was good for me. You focus, get stuck in and push yourself to the limits. Thanks, Coach!"] = 4>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["was...accurate, but, it wasn't some love of mine. It kept me in shape. That's all."] = -2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["was 'officially', true. I guess."] = -1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["meant off-site travel, and new, fit people around."] = 1>><</if>> ...a jock, that competitive girl that did sports. <br><br> I made the volleyball team, gravitating to the serving specialist position once our coach, Rod, recognized my knack for quickly spotting opportunities and threats on the court. <br><br> Lots of girls dropped out of sport. But I pushed myself harder and harder, loving the camaraderie and the sense of well-being that I got from regular training. <br><br> My team-mates and I had to put up with after-school training sessions -- and jibes about lesbianism -- that other girls didn't. But the sweet thrill of a well-earned victory always made it worth it. <br><br> So, the grouping... <br><br> <<hover>> <<listbox "$CC.labelReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _reactionOptions>><</listbox>> <<tipHint>>How does $CC.name feel about the group she's found herself in? Does it agree with her or not? This may affect choices later on as we explore her time in this clique. <</hover>> <<path Array("books", "new", "power").includes($CC.schoolinterest) || Array("read", "piano").includes($CC.activity) || Array("home", "helper", "church", "volunteer").includes($CC.freetime) || $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> A Nerd <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't interested in learning or withdrawn enough. <<contents>> <<set $CC.clique = "Nerd">> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Social -->> <<set _reactionOptions["Look. You like what you like. It cost me social capital but I wasn't going to be miserable."] = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _reactionOptions["Once people looked past that veneer, sneers and snickers became surprised gawking. Dork in name only."] = -2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["I loved it. Being a girl led to a level of attention and belonging that nothing else seemed to match."] = 4>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["I wasn't a nerd, but I liked to argue."] = -1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["And that's okay, head down, nose in a book keeps you from getting too much attention."] = 1>><</if>> ...the nerd. <br><br> <<hover>> <<listbox "$CC.labelReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _reactionOptions>><</listbox>> <<tipHint>>How does $CC.name feel about the group she's found herself in? Does it agree with her or not? This may affect choices later on as we explore her time in this clique. <</hover>> <br><br> Teams, cliques, just socializing in general had never been something I wanted to do. <br><br> Thanks to phones and computers, I'd been able to ensconce myself in a digital landscape and avoid IRL quite a bit. And whenever I got pushed to hang out with friends, displaying the rapid-fire messages on my phone shut down that argument and quickly. <br><br> And my __excellent__ grades were hard to argue with. <br><br> The internet is a wealth of information which put me leaps and bounds ahead of my classmates who didn't venture past the text threads and emojis. And PornHub. <<path $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3 || Array("power", "people", "boys").includes($CC.schoolinterest) || Array("club", "partier", "tailgate", "barn").includes($CC.freetime) || $CC.activity is "play" || $CC.wealth gt 3>> Popular <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't attractive enough or into things like partying and boys. <<contents>> <<set $CC.clique = "Alpha">> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<set _reactionOptions["Being at the center of attention feels good. Constant, positive reinforcement is hard to disagree with."] = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _reactionOptions['I was popular simply because everyone gravitated to me.'] = 4>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["It didn't fit me."] = -2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["It was awkward for me. I was always upsetting the apple cart."] = -1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions['I had a hard time with the label. Sometimes it felt like they were actually calling me `slut`.'] = -2>><</if>> Alpha. Queen Bee. <br><br> I'd walk the halls with an aura of importance. People knew who I was even if I had no clue who they were. <br><br> The social structure of school was defined by me and others like me We could make or break someone's school career with the snap of our fingers. <<hover>> <<listbox "$CC.labelReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _reactionOptions>><</listbox>> <<tipHint>>How does $CC.name feel about the group she's found herself in? Does it agree with her or not? This may affect choices later on as we explore her time in this clique. <</hover>> <<path Array("free", "trouble").includes($CC.schoolinterest) || Array("none", "piano").includes($CC.activity) || Array("barn", "vandal", "home", "gang", "partier", "outdoors").includes($CC.freetime) || $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> A Rebel <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't fringe enough in her desires. <<contents>> <<set $CC.clique = "Rebel">> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<set _reactionOptions["And it made sense. I was no normie."] = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _reactionOptions["People insisted I was too pretty to hide myself. Fuck 'em. I felt the way I felt."] = -2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["And so what if I was. I got to do what I wanted, when I wanted, with who I wanted."] = 2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Eh. It had its perks, I guess. No eyeballs on me, no rules and no judgement."] = 1>><</if>> ...a rebel. <br><br> I didn't like what other people liked. I was into music. I wore the clothes I wanted to wear, rather than what was 'popular'. <br><br> In fact, I hated the idea of popularity. What did that shit matter at all? What did you //do// is who you were, not some vague concept of value. <<hover>> <<listbox "$CC.labelReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _reactionOptions>><</listbox>> <<tipHint>>How does $CC.name feel about the group she's found herself in? Does it agree with her or not? This may affect choices later on as we explore her time in this clique. <</hover>> <<path Array("church", "home", "volunteer", "helper").includes($CC.freetime) || Array("read", "piano", "dance").includes($CC.activity) || Array("books").includes($CC.schoolinterest) || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gte 0 || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> A Prude <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't withdrawn enough. <<contents>> <<set $CC.clique = "Prude">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <<set _reactionOptions["And it made sense. I knew the verses and I felt most comfortable with that community."] = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["Hallelujah! I proselytized. It felt good to do His work."] = 4>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["But that was fine. People are who they are and who they commune with."] = 1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["It really wasn't appropriate though. I felt compelled to poke holes in the commandments."] = -3>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["I felt bottled up. My body was crying out for different acts than He wanted."] = 1>><</if>> ...a prude. <br><br> Just because I attended church regularly and was a part of youth groups that happened to have His name involved, I got labeled. <br><br> But there was a warmth, a loving glow I felt inside. No matter what others said or thought, I knew I mattered. That there was something above and beyond all of us. <br><br> He was important. <<hover>> <<listbox "$CC.labelReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _reactionOptions>><</listbox>> <<tipHint>>How does $CC.name feel about the group she's found herself in? Does it agree with her or not? This may affect choices later on as we explore her time in this clique. <</hover>> <<path !Array("barn", "club", "partier", "gang", "tailgate", "cheer").includes($CC.freetime) || !Array("people").includes($CC.schoolinterest) || $Stats.Skills['Social'].value is 0 || ($Stats.Traits['Confident'].value is 0 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Skills['Social'].value)>> A Loser <<blocked>> $CC.name is too normal. <<contents>> <<set $CC.clique = "Loser">> <<Stats Suggestible += 2>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Social -= 2>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set _reactionOptions["And it made sense. I never felt like I fit in."] = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set _reactionOptions["I didn't get it. I looked in the mirror and I felt like I should belong."] = -2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 3>><<set _reactionOptions["I wanted to be a part of that world, even if they didn't want me."] = -2>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["I let what they said roll off me like water. I didn't need them."] = 1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>><<set _reactionOptions["But even 'losers' got some from time to time. Girls had it easy."] = 1>><</if>> ...a loser. <br><br> I never seemed to fit in. I'd say the wrong thing, wear the wrong clothes. Simply being around upset people. I was like an albatross. <br><br> It sucked, but it seemed to be my lot in life. Nothing I could do but tuck my chin, nod, and move along. <<hover>> <<listbox "$CC.labelReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _reactionOptions>><</listbox>> <<tipHint>>How does $CC.name feel about the group she's found herself in? Does it agree with her or not? This may affect choices later on as we explore her time in this clique. <</hover>> <<contentsShared>> <br><br> Which was the way //I// felt about it. But how much of that was social pressure just etching into me and how much was actually coming from within me? Who knows. And...it didn't matter how I felt about it. Made who I hung out with more or less easy to get along with, but once you get put in a box it was impossible to have judgey kids reconsider you. So, I'd have to deal with it, no matter how I viewed myself or whether or not I agreed. <br><br> Teenagers categorized each other to understand who belonged with who, and it all was an outcropping of not being monitored [[every moment|CC016 - Male Gaze]] of every day. <</crossroads>> </div> <</replace>><</link>>. </div>
<<set _Attention = { "I couldn't change them, they were just built that way" : 0 }>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> <<set _Attention["And I gave them the finger. I'm no object"] = -1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> <<set _Attention["It didn't make me feel vulnerable"] = 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set _Attention["It made me feel wanted and important"] = 2>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set _Attention["It was a compliment"] = 1>> <</if>> <<set _Reaction = { "Ignored what I could, avoided what I had to, but occasionally I liked a bit" : 0 }>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lte 0>> <<set _Reaction["Freeze. Kinda felt like a deer."] = -1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["Stop and smile. I'm not going to offend them."] = +1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["I just gave them the benefit of the doubt, just continued walking along."] = -2>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["I may have gotten and given numbers. But what's wrong with that."] = +3>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["Teasing was certainly fun. They liked it and mostly it worked out to be...a not totally regrettable choice."] = +2>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> <<set _Reaction["Chat them up. Always nice to hear compliments."] = +1>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mother is "young">> <<set _Reaction["It wasn't a tactic, really. I just knew not to judge a book by its cover."] = +3>> <</if>> /* IMAGE (Needed) : Multiple male eyes */ Life was opening up, which was fantastic. There was more trust, more freedom, more flexibility to be who I was. <br><br> But that also meant not being cloistered away with adults shielding me from other adults. And the attention I was getting clearly wasn't limited to my class -- Upper Classmen were far more aggressive and blatant. Wasn't limited to my school, and certainly wasn't limited to any age-group. It became a regular occurrence, noticing a leer from creeps and weirdos. <br><br> Getting older just meant all of them, young and old, knew them or didn't, behaved more brazenly. <br><br> It was about that time that I really began to understood the comments about women being 'objectified' and what it truly was to be a vulnerable woman. I had context, <<hover>><<listbox "$CC.maleAttention" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _Attention>><</listbox>><<tipHint>>How does the attention tend to make her feel?<</hover>>. <br><br><br> I learned to <<linkexpand "take it in stride">> <<face shock>> take it in stride, but also learned to be wary around strange men. Leading them on or pissing them off could be dangerous; they're all much bigger and stronger, and any one of them could be a psycho. <br><br> My tactic? <br><br> /* because of hover breaks inline flow */ <<hover>><<listbox "$CC.maleReaction" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _Reaction>><</listbox>><<tipHint>>How does she tend to respond to the attention?<</hover>> <br><br><br> But guys, writ large, [[aren't all bad|CC017 - Guy Friends]]. <</linkexpand>>
<<set $People['CC'].M.rel = 2>> <<set $People['CC'].Drew.rel = 1>> <<set $People['CC'].Ethan.rel = 2>> <<set $People['CC'].F.rel = 2>> /* IMAGE (Needed) : Inside the garage */ <<if $CC.FFsex == "F">><<set $CC.FName = $CC.FFName>><<else>><<set $CC.FName = "Maddy">><</if>> My core group, even though they //were// guys, definitely didn't make me feel like the rest of their gender. <<if $CC.FFsex == "M">><<print $CC.FFName>><<set $CC.friend1 = $CC.FFName>><<else>>Jacob<<set $CC.friend1 = "Jacob">><</if>>, Ethan and Andrew, three boys from my class. <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "boys">> Unlike the rest of the guys around me, they found themselves in the friendzone, but that made it comfortable to chill with them once or twice a week. <<else>> Andrew <<if $CC.clique == "Prude">>was one of the guys from your youth group<</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Rebel">>skated at your skatepark<</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">>was the son of one of my coaches<</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">>surprisingly lived nearby, though we met when I crushed him in League<</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Alpha">>was one of the guys in my circle that never was attached to anyone<</if>> and his close friends became mine. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">> They got me into League and to join their 'Clan'. We played practically every night, and I exclusively took on the mantle of the Nine-Tailed Fox, Ahri, as the obvious A-tier pick for the Mid-Lane. <br><br> And when we weren't in a match, I felt comfortable enough for some face-to-face time, but that was mostly spent discussing changes to builds or team-comp. <</if>> <br><br> Mostly this just involved <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">><<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>seeing a show on Broadway or newest IMAX screening before discussing it to death over an expansive 'snack' on the West-side.<<else>>sitting around in Washington Square park and making fun of the couples and 'street artists'.<</if>><</if>> <<if $CC.hometown == "AL">><<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>bumming around the Barber Vintage Motorsports Museum or seeing something at the Alabama Theatre<<else>>chilling in Kelly Ingram Park and making fun of the couples.<</if>><</if>> <<if $CC.hometown == "LA">><<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>sometimes deciding on going to one of the Theme Parks for a ride or two<<else>>bopping around Griffith Park and making fun of the couples.<</if>><</if>> <<if $CC.hometown == "WA">><<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>wandering around Ballard and just wandering into hot restaurants for an appetizer<<else>>scooting through the crowds at Pike Place Market and 'accidentally' getting in the way of the mongers.<</if>><</if>> <<if $CC.hometown == "NO">><<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>heading to a racetrack to watch the pit crews or the cars squealing and roaring by<<else>>out in some field, in a flatbed, or once...we might have made a crop circle.<</if>><</if>> <br><br> sitting on the curb by the 7-11 with a microwaved slice while we scrolled on our phones. But the boys were a nice break from my own gender. Estrogen and being on similar cycles can be rough. <br><br> They're silly and immature. But watching how they gave affection to each other -- far more physical and blunt than the subtleties I was used to -- was a breath of fresh air. Attracted to them? [[No, not really|CC019 - Extracurriculars]]. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>Though the looks they gave me belied their thoughts, even though they kept it to themselves.<</if>>
<<set $CC.attemptBig = false>><<set $CC.attempt = false>> <<set $CC.chellaDirect = false>><<set $CC.chellaSneak = false>><<set $CC.chellaDetect = false>> <<set $CC.barnDrink = false>><<set $CC.barnLocation = false>><<set $CC.barnMusic = false>><<set $CC.barnPeople = false>><<set $CC.barnSurprise = false>><<set $CC.barnDrugs = false>> <<set $CC.FFpeople = 0>><<set $CC.FFlocation = 0>><<set $CC.FFmusic = 0>><<set $CC.FFdrink = 0>><<set $CC.FFsurprise = 0>><<set $CC.FFdrugs = 0>> <<set $CC.makeIt = 0>><<set $CC.actPath = 0>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 2>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt $CC.wealth || $CC.mother == "loved">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<set $CC.spoiled = true>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> Besides bumming around, trying to fit in (while keeping my grades up), I was able to carve out some time to... <<dialogHint 'Vignettes' 'popup'>> Here we and <<print $CC.name>> encounter our first choice in Vignettes. These are stand-out events that happen throughout her youth. Similar to the set pieces that occurred at home, these are small narrative sequences giving depth to her experience.<br><br>Some are like these: more focused on skill and personality development of our protagonist than story or plot. They help us understand who <<print $CC.name>> is and how she develops. Think of them as flashes/memories rather than a narrative sequence. <</dialogHint>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'barn'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'barn' || ($CC.hometown == "NO" && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0)>> Enjoy the local party scene. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'vandal'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'vandal' || ($CC.hometown == "NO" && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0)>> Raise hell around town. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'helper'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'helper' || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> Made myself of use around the neighborhood. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'church'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'church' || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> Joined a Youth Group. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'partier'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'partier' || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> Hit up all the weekend parties. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'home'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'home' || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 0>> Chill by myself or with friends at home. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'gang'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'gang' || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> Join a new family -- what you'd call a 'gang'. Judgey. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'volunteer'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'volunteer' || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> Use my free time for the greater good. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'sporty'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'sporty' || $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0>> Stay active in seasonal sports. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'beach'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'beach'>> Get paid to enjoy the beach? Easy: lifeguard. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'club'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'club'>> Hit the club scene. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'tailgate'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'tailgate'>> Spend my weekends entirely ensconced in football. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'outdoors'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'outdoors'>> Spend my time in the great outdoors. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'cheer'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]>> Try out for the cheer squad. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'act'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]>> Try my hand at acting. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'job'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.wealth lte 3>> Get a part-time job for extra cash. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'dance'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.activity == "dance" || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> Started exploring other styles of dance. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'piano'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.activity == "piano" || $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0>> Took playing seriously leaned into piano recitals. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'gym'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.activity == "gym" || ($Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0)>> Dig into competition with club gymnastics. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$CC.hsv = 'read'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.activity == "read" || $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 0>> Enroll at Community College for advanced and college-credit classes. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[HS000 - Testing][$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base --; $Stats.Skills['Learning'].base ++]]>> Enjoy my free time...and focus on studying. <</crossroads>>
<<set $sexcount = false>> <<outfit default>> <header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Prologue<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>The High School<</type>></h2> </header> <<timed 5s t8n>> <br><br> <img class="img framed" src="img/passage/hs.png"> <br> High School. <br><br> At first, school was just a place to go. A place to figure out how to interact with people beyond my family. Learn some things. But as the years passed, it stopped being so much fun and started being work. There were expectations. School started to //matter//. <br><br><br> Like, all of a sudden you hear that your ''entire'' life is going to depend on what you do from that point onwards. Testing, Papers, GPA, Extracurriculars. Each of them were a massive component. Would you be a success or a failure? And because school, now, was only a stepping stone to the __next__ school, everyone was thinking about how all these puzzle pieces would fit together into the best school they could possibly get into. <br><br> And where you went to school spoke to how you'd do in life and you'd do in life spoke to...on and on. The hamster wheel had begun. <br><br> And to top it all off? The dating scene. <br><br> It was [[exhausting|CC018 - SexActivity]]. <</timed>>
<<image framed "passage/CC018-SexActivity.png">> <div id="activity"> <<set $HS.sigOther = {}>> <<set $CC.sextivity = "">> Attraction. Yeah. <br><br> Hormones weren't just changing my body, they were also doing their damnedest to wake up the lizard part of my brain. Like a switch had been flipped, everything seemed to now be framed in terms of sex. I considered how people looked naked all the time. Were they were wondering how //I// looked naked?! <br><br> Sex was always a topic of conversation. Who was dating who. Who //wanted// to date who. Who was fingering, who was sucking, who was fucking. And what that said about them. <br><br> People's popularity could be made or broken by who they were with, a single sex act...or even the //rumor// of one. And there were ''tons'' of rumors. <br><br> What did the rumors say about me? True or not... <br><br> <<crossroads #activity>> <<path $CC.clique == "Popular" || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0 ||$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> I was considered a trailblazer. A 'fucking pioneer'. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Popular, or isn't Easy, Suggestible, Excitable or Attractive enough. <<contents>> <<set $CC.sextivity = "pioneer">> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> Maybe I looked at porn too early. Maybe I ran with older kids before I shoulda. Maybe I was impressionable. Maybe I was just ahead of my time. Whatever the reason, I was the first girl in my class to get fingered. To give head. To get my cherry popped. <br><br> And it was fucking //great//. It was so exciting being first, to be the one who knew before anyone else. Yeah, so what that everyone called me the school slut. Yeah, so what that I got talked about and looked at differently than anyone else. I //enjoyed// being different. <br><br> I was young and I was enjoying myself. That's what being young was all about and I lived it up! <br><br><br><br> Boyfriend? //Girl//friend? Ha. You're funny. Yeah, sure, there was 'someone', I guess. I dunno what it was about them, but I got hung up on [[them|CC018 - Significant Other]] more than others, for sure. <<path>> When other girls started doing it, I was too. <<contents>> <<set $CC.sextivity = "slut">> <<Stats Stable -->> Backseats, movie theatres, couches. There are a lot of memories of sweaty and slick moments throughout high school. I was horny as everyone else and needed to alleviate it, so I got busy. <br><br> And it seemed like everyone else was doing the dirty all the time too. We were all raging hormones. I hated how people always seemed to find out about who I hooked up with because I got quite a bit of a rep. But I wasn't some slut, no matter how much I heard it being whispered about me. <br><br> Sluts didn't date. I had someone I was [[with|CC018 - Significant Other]], just like everyone else. <<path>> Eventually, the pressure of hearing about others sex-capades was too much and I gave in. <<contents>> <<set $CC.sextivity = "normal">> <<Stats Stable ++>> Backseats, movie theatres, couches. There are lot of memories of sweaty and slick moments with wandering hands throughout high school. I was horny as everyone else, I just was careful about who I eventually fucked and when it happened. <br><br> It always felt like everyone else was doing the dirty all the time, but I think that was just hormones talking. There was probably a lot less sex going on than it sounded like. A more 'normal' amount. I'd like to believe that I was normal. <br><br> And just like any other normal girl, I found [[partnership|CC018 - Significant Other]], just like everyone else. <<path $CC.clique == "Prude" || $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> I was reserved, and valued my integrity and body a lot (lot!) more than others. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a Prude, or isn't Sophisticated or Stable enough. <<contents>> <<set $CC.sextivity = "prude">> <<Stats Stable += 2>> I wasn't spreading my legs, but that didn't mean I was some nun! A good makeout sesh was //di//vine. A little petting happened from time to time. It felt good and my body encouraged it. <br><br> You can only do so much of that alone, so I found [[partnership|CC018 - Significant Other]], just like everyone else. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC018-Significant-Other-alt3.png">> <<set $HS.sigOther = []>> <<face happy>> Honestly, my heart still flutters a bit thinking about them. Formative years, first furrow in my heart and whatnot. Maybe we build up the whole 'highschool sweetheart' story too much and so when you find that person, you get hung up on them a bit extra. A bit forever. <br><br> <<include "HS004 - FirstSexSel">>
<<set $HS.firstRelationship = {}>> <<set $HS.firstOptions = { "My first crush, Petey" : { name: 'Petey', title: 'My first crush, Petey', caption: 'My first crush, Petey', gender: 'M' } }>> /* Moved all options for this quiz in one place, This makes identifying missed options easier */ <<set _allSexOptions = { "My first crush, Petey" : { name: 'Petey', title: 'My first crush, Petey', caption: 'My first crush, Petey', gender: 'M' }, 'Vance, my Romeo.' : { name: 'Vance', title: 'Vance, my Romeo.', caption: 'Vance, my Romeo.', gender: 'M', hint: 'Must be an Actress'}, 'Coach Vovk.' : { name:'Coach Vovk', title: 'Coach Vovk.', caption: 'Coach Vovk.', hint: 'Must be a gymnast', gender: 'M', olderMan: true,}, 'One of our gardeners, Carlos.': { name: 'Carlos', title: 'One of our gardeners, Carlos.', caption: 'One of our gardeners, Carlos.', gender: 'M', hint: 'Must be a homebody'}, 'Some Rando at a party.': { name: 'Random Guy', title: 'Some Rando at a party.', caption: 'Some Rando at a party.', gender: 'M', hint: 'Must be a partier'}, 'Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.': { name: 'Barkewitcz', title: 'Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.', caption: 'Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: 'Must be an athlete'}, 'Samson, hottie from Youth Group.': { name: 'Samson', title: 'Samson, hottie from Youth Group.', caption: 'Samson, hottie from Youth Group.', gender: 'M', hint:"Must be a church goer"}, 'Ian, another lifeguard.': { name: 'Ian', title: 'Ian, another lifeguard.', caption: 'Ian, another lifeguard.', gender: 'M', hint:"Must be a beach goer"}, 'Amari, gang leader.': { name: 'Amari', title: 'Amari, gang leader.', caption: 'Amari, gang leader.', gender: 'M', hint:"Must be a gangster"}, 'Raymond, he had his truck.': { name: 'Raymond', title: 'Raymond, he had his truck.', caption: 'Raymond, he had his truck.', gender: 'M', hint:"Must be a vandal"}, 'DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.': { name: 'DJ Eros', title: 'DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.', caption: 'DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be a club goer"}, 'Coach Rod.': { name: 'Rod', title: 'Coach Rod.', caption: 'Coach Rod.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must beint the sporty clique"}, 'John Hull, our Minister.': { name: 'Hull', title: 'John Hull, our Minister.', caption: 'John Hull, our Minister.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must be a prude"}, "Eric, Ethan's older brother and my first DM": { name: 'Eric', title: "Eric, Ethan's older brother and my first DM", caption: "Eric, Ethan's older brother and my first DM", gender: 'M', hint: "Must be a nerd"}, 'Clay Molder, from my music label.': { name: 'Clay Molder', title: 'Clay, from my music label.', caption: 'Clay, from my music label.', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be a rebel"}, 'Derek, Big Man on Campus.': { name: 'Derek', title: 'Derek, Big Man on Campus.', caption: 'Derek, Big Man on Campus.', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be a popular"}, 'Mark, my principal.': { name: 'Mark', title: 'Mark, my principal.', caption: 'Mark, my principal.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must be excited by power"}, 'Warren, Varsity QB.': { name: 'Warren', title: 'Warren, Varsity QB.', caption: 'Warren, Varsity QB.', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be a Cheerleader"}, 'Larry, my foster Dad.': { name: 'Larry', title: 'Larry, my foster Dad.', caption: 'Larry, my foster Dad.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must be adopted"}, 'My step-dad, Arvin.': { name: 'Arvin', title: 'My step-dad, Arvin.', caption: 'My step-dad, Arvin.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must not have a dad"}, 'Tom, my uncle.': { name: 'Uncle Tom', title: 'Tom, my uncle.', caption: 'Tom, my uncle.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must not have a mom"}, 'Ava, my nemesis.': { name: 'Ava', title: 'Ava, my nemesis.', caption: 'Ava, my nemesis.', gender: 'F', hint: "Must like girls"}, 'Marco, Construction Worker at school.': { name: 'Marco', title: 'Marco, Construction Worker at school.', caption: 'Marco, Construction Worker at school.', gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must have low male reaction"}, 'Seth, my first ever hook-up.': { name: 'Seth', title: 'Seth, my first ever hook-up.', caption: 'Seth, my first ever hook-up.', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be suggestible"}, 'Wes, Popular Upper Classman.': { name: 'Wes', title: 'Wes, Popular Upper Classman.', caption: 'Wes, Popular Upper Classman.', gender: 'M', hint:"Must be easy"}, }>> /* Must add options with variables individually */ <<set _allSexOptions[$CC.DName + ', my Dad'] = { name: $CC.DName, title: $CC.DName + ', my Dad', caption: $CC.DName + ', my Dad', gender: 'M', hint: "Must be hurt" }>> <<set _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + ", my best friend"] = { name: $CC.FName, title: $CC.FName + ', my best friend', caption: $CC.FName + ', my best friend', gender: 'F', hint: "BFF is Female and must like girls" }>> <<set _allSexOptions["Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend"] = { name: "Ronnie", title: "Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend", caption: "Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend", gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must have low male reaction" }>> <<set _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler."] = { name: "Tyler", title: $CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler.", caption: $CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler.", gender: 'M', olderMan: true, hint: "Must be Risky" }>> <<set _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian."] = { name: "Brian", title: $CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian.", caption: $CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian.", gender: 'M' , hint: "Must be Stable"}>> <<switch $CC.hsv>> <<case "act">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Vance, my Romeo.'] = _allSexOptions['Vance, my Romeo.']>> <<case "gym">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Coach Vovk.'] = _allSexOptions['Coach Vovk.']>> <<default>> <</switch>> <<switch $CC.freetime>> <<case "home">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['One of our gardeners, Carlos.'] = _allSexOptions['One of our gardeners, Carlos.']>> <<case "partier">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Some Rando at a party.'] = _allSexOptions['Some Rando at a party.']>> <<case "sporty">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.'] = _allSexOptions['Barkewitcz, Softball Coach.']>> <<case "church">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Samson, hottie from Youth Group.'] = _allSexOptions['Samson, hottie from Youth Group.']>> <<case "beach">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Ian, another lifeguard.'] = _allSexOptions['Ian, another lifeguard.']>> <<case "gang">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Amari, gang leader.'] = _allSexOptions['Amari, gang leader.']>> <<case "vandal">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Raymond, he had his truck.'] = _allSexOptions['Raymond, he had his truck.']>> <<case "club">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.'] = _allSexOptions['DJ Eros, he played at our favorite clubs.']>> <<default>> <</switch>> <<switch $CC.clique>> <<case "Sports">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Coach Rod.'] = _allSexOptions['Coach Rod.']>> <<case "Prude">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['John Hull, our Minister.'] =_allSexOptions['John Hull, our Minister.']>> <<case "Nerd">> <<set $HS.firstOptions["Eric, Ethan's older brother and my first DM"] = _allSexOptions["Eric, Ethan's older brother and my first DM"]>> <<case "Rebel">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Clay Molder, from my music label.'] = _allSexOptions['Clay Molder, from my music label.']>> <<case "Popular">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Derek, Big Man on Campus.'] = _allSexOptions['Derek, Big Man on Campus.']>> <</switch>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "power">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Mark, my principal.'] = _allSexOptions['Mark, my principal.']>> <</if>> <<if $CC.clique is "Alpha" || $CC.hsv is "cheer">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Warren, Varsity QB.'] = _allSexOptions['Warren, Varsity QB.']>> <</if>> <<if $CC.parents == "hurt" && $CC.dad !== 2>> <<set $HS.firstOptions[$CC.DName + ', my Dad'] = _allSexOptions[$CC.DName + ', my Dad']>> <</if>> <<if $CC.parents == "adopted">> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Larry, my foster Dad.'] = _allSexOptions['Larry, my foster Dad.']>> <</if>> <<if $CC.dad == 0 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['My step-dad, Arvin.'] = _allSexOptions['My step-dad, Arvin.']>> <</if>> <<if $CC.mom == 0 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Tom, my uncle.'] =_allSexOptions['Tom, my uncle.']>> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<set $HS.firstOptions[$CC.FName + ", my best friend"] = _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + ", my best friend"]>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Ava, my nemesis.'] = _allSexOptions['Ava, my nemesis.']>> <</if>> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions["Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend"] = _allSexOptions["Ronnie, " + $CC.DName + "'s friend"]>> <</if>> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Marco, Construction Worker at school.'] = _allSexOptions['Marco, Construction Worker at school.']>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions[$CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler."] = _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + "'s Dad, Tyler."]>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Seth, my first ever hook-up.'] = _allSexOptions['Seth, my first ever hook-up.']>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions['Wes, Popular Upper Classman.'] = _allSexOptions['Wes, Popular Upper Classman.']>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> <<set $HS.firstOptions[$CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian."] = _allSexOptions[$CC.FName + "'s boyfriend, Brian."]>> <</if>> <br><br> <<quiz noChanging onSubmit="$HS.firstRelationship = $HS.firstOptions[_firstChoice]; Engine.play('CC018 - SigOther TRANSITION')" submitIf="_firstChoice">> My first, 'real relationship' was with... <br><br> <<quizGroup columns>> <<choicesFrom $HS.firstOptions change="_firstChoice = this" checked="$CC.traits.includes(this)">> <</quiz>> <<set _missedSexOptions = dataUtils.getMissingOptions($HS.firstOptions, _allSexOptions)>> <<missedOptions>> <<quizGroup columns>> <<choicesFrom _missedSexOptions>> <</missedOptions>>
<<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Random Guy">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<vCardCheck "Random Guy" M "Some Rando at a party." " ">> /* vCard no Output Hack */ <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Sophisticated -= 2>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Easy += 2>> <<Stats Social -->> <<set $HS.sigOther = { name: "Petey", gender: "M" }>> In my case, while that guy was 'important' in his own way, the fact is...that I honestly can't remember who he was. I could see him on the street and wave and never realize it was him. <br><br> I lost my card and moved on. It was a non-event. That gave me needed distance about sex and dating. <br><br> Everyone else was bawling their eyes out over each other, even just hearing that someone didn't 'like' them. It was ridiculous. <br><br> People asked who I was interested in...sure, there were people I thought were hot, or I was DTF, but it didn't really matter all that much to me. Sex was sex. Dating happened when I felt really comfortable with a person -- which took a lot -- and was usually just a reason to fuck around. <br><br> After that 'important' night, I didn't feel the need to rush anything. Eventually, though I found a crush: Petey. I think he could tell he wasn't 'the One,' but even so, he was more than willing to comfort me and be my 'guy'. <br><br> <<elseif Array("Coach Vovk", "Carlos", "Barkewitcz", "DJ Eros", "Rod", "Hull", "Mark", $CC.DName, "Larry", "Arvin", "Uncle Tom", "Ava", "Marco", "Tyler").includes($HS.firstRelationship.name)>> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "secret">> <<vCardCheck $HS.firstRelationship.name $HS.firstRelationship.gender `$HS.firstRelationship.name + ", my first"` " ">> <<set $HS.sigOther = { name: "Petey", gender: "M" }>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Sophisticated -= 2>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Easy += 2>> <<Stats Social -->> In my case, while <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> was important to me...shit, I'm crying... <br><br><br> Sorry. <br><br><br> There was no way that I could date //them// in the 'normal' way. That should be obvious. <br><br> I couldn't be seen with them. No one could find out that we were together in any way, shape, or form. We had to keep apart. We were on the DL. <br><br> The forced separation gave me some distance to figure a few things out. People asked who I was interested in...sure, there were people I thought were hot, or I would have been DTF, but...there were reasons I wasn't drooling over them. Still, had to maintain appearances. I couldn't appear to be celibate or asexual. I couldn't be //weird//. It would draw attention to what was really going on. So, I had to develop a cover-story. I guess that was my first foray into the whole espionage thing, in a way. <br><br> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> understood what I was doing. They couldn't be seen constantly solo either. There was an unspoken agreement. <br><br> It sucked to see them with someone else. I only imagine it was just as hard for them. But we had to keep our shit together. Pretending and being strong was the only way we could keep ''us'' alive. <br><br> For appearances sake, (and I'm so, so sorry, Petey) the only person that really felt 'right' to fill the role of my 'boyfriend' was Petey. He was my first crush, so in that way it made sense. Even though I think he could tell he wasn't 'the One,' he was more than willing to comfort me. <br><br> <<else>> <<set $HS.sigOther = $HS.firstRelationship>> <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> was the most important person in my life. Sure, <<print $CC.MName>> <<if $CC.dad != 2>>and <<print $CC.DName>> were<<else>> was<</if>> my foundation, but there was something about <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> that said to me that my life would crumble without them. It was a //need//. <br><br> It was exciting to get to know someone else, learn their idiosyncrasies and experience someone in a different way from family and friends. There was a compulsion to spend more time with <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>>, eking out every possible moment like it was a drug. Because, in a way, it was. <br><br> There was something massively addicting about them, and something -- right around my lower abdomen -- that was driving that need. <br><br> <</if>> <<image framed "passage/room.png">> <<face ahego>> <<print $CC.MName>> was out. <br><br> The house was quiet. <<speechPC>>"Hey!"<</speechPC>> I giggled, being pushed back onto the couch. <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"What?"<</speech>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> smiled, crawling up beside me. <br><br> This had been planned for days. <<if $CC.Mom == 0>><<print $CC.MName>> was hard to avoid, so when these opportunities happened, I gobbled them up.<<else>><<print $CC.MName>> was gone a lot, and that meant a ton of opportunities like this.<</if>> Knowing that no one was around meant that we had the house to ourselves. We both knew what that meant even though neither of us were willing to voice it. It was that time in life when verbalizing 'sex' and the things around it were immensely scary. I wanted it. <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> wanted it. But saying it out loud made it too real because it was //scary// and new, and often it would make someone -- or both of us -- balk. And then there'd be no fun. <br><br> No one wanted that. <br><br> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.gender == "M">> Our mouths met, tentatively. A little taste and touch of tongues. It was a trickle that became a waterfall. We were eating each others faces. We were grabbing at each other hornily. The pent up energy was threatening to break the dam. <br><br> My shirt was <<linkexpand "up.">> <<upper>> Off. <br><br> I gasped, breaking the ravenous kiss as his hand was between my <<linkexpand "legs.">> <<liftUpDress>><<panties>> legs. It was a rough, aggressive and sudden attack of my vulnerable cleft, but I wanted it. I cooed into his ear as his fingers dug into me for the first time. I panted and gasped, feeling things that I hadn't before...from another person. <br><br> And they were nice. Oh, GOD. I wanted this. I wanted more of it. <br><br> I could feel how hard he was. He was grinding hard against my thigh, insisting his arousal against me. Oh, I noticed. I get it. I'm just...distracted. <br><br> Fine. <br><br> I worked him free from his pants. Oh, that's nice too. His fingers stopped within me and he mimicked one of my gasps. It was hard, but soft. It was hot with blood. It was throbbing with his heartbeat and need. It felt so big. <br><br> This was supposed to fit inside me? I looked down at it, staring and grinning as I watched it drool for me, because of me. My hand pumped. I didn't know what I was doing, but he was thrusting against my palm and it helped me figure out what he liked. <br><br> I squirmed my hips, trying to remind him of my need. <br><br> He bit at my earlobe, he tweaked one of my nipples. He jabbed his fingers in and rubbed at my clit. Oh, he was really trying to work me up. <br><br> I could tell that I wasn't likely to get him off on my own. I'd get better, of that I was sure. And since we had all the time in the world, I'd get there. <br><br> His hands started to guide my thighs apart, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> I frowned, letting go of his cock. <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"Heyy..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What are you doing?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"Just...the tip."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>I laughed, "No."<</speechPC>> <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"Come onnn."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No..."<</speechPC>> <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"We've waited so long..."<</speech>> Had it? He was pushing his hips forward, trying to get it there while we were talking about it. <br><br> I got up, pushing myself away from him and the couch. <<speechPC>>"Not yet."<</speechPC>> <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"Really?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded. <<speechPC>>"Just...not ready...yet."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He sighed, his cock twitching out of his slacks. <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"Soon?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded again, giving him some sort of hope, though I wasn't sure I meant it. Or what Soon<sup>(TM)</sup> meant, really. <br><br> Not long after that, he was <<linkexpand "jizzing">> <<face shock>>jizzing into my hand and I learned how awkward it was to clean __that__ up. That kept him sated, for the time being. <br><br> <<include "CC018 - SigOther_SHARED">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Our mouths met, tentatively. A little taste and touch of tongues. It was a trickle that became a waterfall. We were eating each others faces. We were grabbing at each other hornily. The pent up energy was threatening to break the dam. <br><br> My shirt was <<linkexpand "up.">> <<upper>> Off. I returned the favor. <br><br> I gasped, breaking the ravenous kiss as her hand was between my <<linkexpand "legs.">> <<liftUpDress>><<panties>> legs. It was a rough, aggressive and sudden attack of my vulnerable cleft, but I wanted it. I cooed into her ear as her fingers dug into me for the first time. I panted and gasped, feeling things that I hadn't before...from another person. <br><br> And they were nice. Oh, GOD. I wanted this. I wanted more of it. <br><br> I could feel how hot she was. She was grinding hard against my thigh, insisting her sopping arousal against me. Oh, I noticed. I get it. I'm just...distracted. <br><br> Fine. <br><br> My hand met the same place between her legs, interposing itself between her and my thigh. I sunk in. Velvety. Soft. //Different// from me. ''Oh'', that's nice too. Her fingers stopped within me and she mimicked one of my gasps. It was like so many solo moments before, but exploring a new cavern, a new space. <br><br> My hand pumped. I did what I liked. She squirmed. Ah, my hand was the other angle. I tried again. I was working against and within her. I heard her grunting frustrated into my ear. <br><br> I squirmed my hips, trying to remind her of //my// need. <br><br> She bit at my earlobe, she tweaked one of my nipples. She jabbed her fingers in and rubbed at my clit. Oh, she was really trying to work me up. <br><br> I could tell that I wasn't likely to get her off on my own yet. It'd take time to learn. It had taken me how long to figure myself out? I'd get better, of that I was sure. And since we had all the time in the world, I'd get there. <br><br> Her hands started to guide my thighs apart, she began to scoot down "Hey." I frowned, looking down at her and holding her by her chin. Her wetness threatened to make my hold slip too easily. <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"Heyy..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What are you doing?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"Just...a taste."<</speech>> <br><br> I laughed, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"Come onnn."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No..."<</speechPC>> <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"We've waited so long..."<</speech>> Had it? She was pushing trying to free her face from my hand, trying to go down on me while we were talking about it. <br><br> I got up, pushing myself away from her and the couch. <<speechPC>>"Not yet."<</speechPC>> <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"Really?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded. <<speechPC>>"Just...not ready...yet."<</speechPC>> <br><br> She sighed, her thighs splayed delectably as if to tease me back to her. <<speech $HS.firstRelationship.name>>"Soon?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded again, giving her some sort of hope, though I wasn't sure I meant it. Or what Soon<sup>(TM)</sup> meant, really. <br><br> Not long after that, she was cavorting in my hand and I learned how awkward it was to clean two girls up afterwards. That kept her sated, for the time being. <br><br> <<include "CC018 - SigOther_SHARED">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<br><br> Thank //god// for those moments and the thrills of sex, it was great to get a literal ''release'' from time to time. Just a couple years ago, I had thought the most satisfying thing in the world was a good stretch or sneeze (or trip to the bathroom)...and then I'd discovered the offerings of my body. And with someone ''else'''s body it was even better. A whole new world opened for me. <br><br> <div id="dating"> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name !== $HS.firstRelationship.name>> That was our first 'time' together. Well, that passed the kissing and groping. That hit a //serious// base. But it was also when we knew we'd reached the beginnings of when we needed to get serious about our carefulness. We couldn't really be together. That's where <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> got involved. I picked them, so I had a kind of shield. To many people I was with <<print $HS.sigOther.name>>. And the way I treated //that// relationship? The fake one? <<else>> That was our first 'time' together...well, that passed the kissing and groping. That hit a //serious// base. That was the first time for me and when we got 'serious.' But looking back at <<print $HS.sigOther.name>>... <</if>> <br><br> <<crossroads #dating>> <<path>> I was as into them as they were into me. <<contents>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "committed">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> Always holding hands. Doing //everything// together. My heart was theirs and theirs mine. It felt __so__ important. I could see us getting married and settling down together. <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> was my soulmate. <br><br> Having them as my rock was incredibly important because so much else had become __so__ [[serious|CC020 - HSVs]]. <<path>> I was too young to be tied down. <<contents>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> And...technically? We were together. And I saw more than enough tears from them to know they absolutely //loved// me. It didn't seem to matter how many times I broke their heart, they stayed loyal. <br><br> I was a shit to them. I know that now, but I couldn't keep tied down. <br><br> There was no way I could deal with a //serious// relationship because so much else had become __so__ [[serious|CC020 - HSVs]]. <<path>> They insisted they loved me. I... <<contents>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheated">> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> And we //were// together. No one else had the right to call them theirs. But fuck did love ''hurt''. I don't think they were trying to hurt me on purpose, but time after time I'd be crying, clutching at <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> as I tried to endure a new revelation of them having been with someone else. <br><br> Maybe I was too needy. Maybe they just needed more than I could give. But they were them, and this was part of them. <br><br> And the idea of not having them? Nuhuh. I'd get cheated on a thousand times rather than lose them as my rock because so much else had become __so__ [[serious|CC020 - HSVs]]. <<path>> We always got back together, but were also always breaking up. More off than on. <<contents>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> People always assumed we were going to eventually end up married or something, even though we were probably broken up more than we were ever together. Fighting was our love language. And we'd take a break, or 'end things forever!' and then go hook up with other people, have some fun, or just be solo for a while. <br><br> And then something would happen and they were the only person I could think of to call, or <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> would roll up to my door and we'd start things off with a bang again. <br><br> Even if they weren't really, //really// my <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>boyfriend<<else>>girlfriend<</if>>, they were still a rock in my life. <br><br> But thankfully we were both aligned and not put too much weight on anything between us because so much else had become __so__ [[serious|CC020 - HSVs]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<if $CC.hsv>> <<set _hsvPassage = "CC020 - " + $CC.hsv.toUpperFirst()>> <<include _hsvPassage>> <<else>> <<include "CC025 - ModelOpp">> <</if>> /* TODO: Speech through HSVs */
<<set $CC.barnTime = 5>> <<image framed "passage/cc.barn.png">> <<backdrop "passage/cc.barn.png">> An advantage to being out in the boonies is certainly the space. There's room for anything and distance to make sure it's private. The vacant spots around town had developed their own hierarchy. A perennial fave was the 'Corn Maze' -- but only when it wasn't Fall; so the cool place to be was Tanner's, or if you were in the inner-most circle: Coppice-chella. <br><br> But whether or not you were on the in, there was always some fallow field or rickety barn to co-opt with your friends. <br><br> <div id="options"> <<crossroads #options>> <<path $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> I was more than content to ''chill'' with my friends, occasionally tipping a few with them. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't disciplined or lacking self-confidence enough. <<contents>> <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>> had a run-down barn on the property next to theirs and it became our haunt, us and The Boys. We took turns secreting off 'supplies' from our parents or elder siblings. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 2>>Occasionally, I batted by big <<print $Body.eyes>>s and had some poor sap carry some out of Local Liquor.<</if>> <br><br> It was chill, in our private world, laughing or lamenting in our safe place, with the people we trusted. The barn developed over time: a sleeping bag here, hand-me-down quilt there, some curb furniture to round out the creature comforts. It didn't matter how they looked or how we treated them. <br><br> And, despite our parent's concerns, we ''did'' occasionally do homework and study together. <br><br> But, yeah, it was mostly getting a buzz on, relieving tension and having somewhere else to crash than at home. <br><br><br> I heard some crazy stories about the events I missed, but we never risked the cops. <br><br> And we had a great time -- our barn collective a little part of [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp[$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base --]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> Simply participating or gaining entry wasn't enough for me, I wanted to throw a ''legendary bonfire''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky or excitable enough. <<contents>> <<set $CC.attemptBig = true>> <br><br> I was going to make my mark here before I blew this pop stand. //Everyone// would remember Fire Festival. Hell, maybe it would live on after me. <br><br> Over the next couple days, when I should have been paying attention in class, I jotted down every idea that came to mind. I created quite a to-do list. None of it would be easy, but what I tackled first would have the best chance of going off well. <br><br><br> I just had to [[prioritize|CC021 - Barn]]. Too much to do, too little time. Shit. <<path>> I wanted to get into ''Coppice-chella''. <<contents>> <<set $CC.attempt = true>> <br><br> Coppice-chella was shrouded in mystery and legend, whispers and tales of cousins who //had// gone. It was 'run' by a couple of townies, Chet and Harry, who were the two who actually worked on the copse yearly and somehow had gotten away with this covert affair despite not owning the land. Around here, you could get shot for this kinda thing. <br><br> You couldn't show up. Unlike clubbing, simply being female wasn't enough. The little dirt frontage road was gated. Chet seated on a gatepost, checking his list and enforcing it with __his__ shotgun. Money was definitely involved, but how did you get on that clipboard? <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 0>>Maybe try the [[direct approach|CC021 - Barn][$CC.chellaDirect = true]] with the two of them.<</if>> Or, sus out truth from story [[around town|CC021 - Barn][$CC.chellaDetect = true]]. Or, just try and [[sneak in|CC021 - Barn][$CC.chellaSneak = true]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
/* TODO: this requires some rework with linkexpands */ <<if $CC.attemptBig == true>> <<image framed "passage/cc.barn2.png">> <<backdrop "passage/cc.barn2.png">> I sighed, pressing down the edges of the paper, contemplating the list of options in front of me. <br><br> <<if $CC.barnPeople == false>> A party <<link "needed people" `passage()`>> <<set $CC.barnPeople to true>> <<if $CC.barnTime + $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gte 2>><<set $CC.FFpeople = 1>><</if>> <<set $CC.barnTime -->> <</link>>. This also needed to feel exclusive and exciting. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFpeople == 1>> I curated a ''perfect'' list of names. Upperclassmen, the hottest and most popular Underclassmen, Damian -- the super Senior that was always a good time, and the townies who threw their own parties with discretion. I waited til the ideal moment to send out invites. Build up enough mystique without everyone figuring out their way in. <<else>> The invites went out. A list of who's who in town. Damian --the super Senior that was always a good time, and the townies who threw their own parties with discretion, and even a selection of the creme de la creme of Underclassmen. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.barnMusic == false>> I needed something to make people <<link "dance" `passage()`>> <<set $CC.barnMusic to true>> <<if $CC.barnTime + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gte 1>><<set $CC.FFmusic = 1>><</if>> <<set $CC.barnTime -->> <</link>>. Spotify playlist and bluetooth speaker wouldn't cut it. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFmusic == 1>> After vetting a couple of options, I went with this awesome Ska band, Hot Tub Ska Machine, almost no one would know them, thanks to them being over state lines, but they would knock everyone's socks off, I'm sure. <<else>> I asked <<print $CC.FName>> to build out and run a playlist. While they handled that, I was able to rent some equipment that would make it feel more legit. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.barnDrink == false>> Everyone would turn around and leave if there wasn't constant <<link "drinks" `passage()`>><<set $CC.barnDrink to true>><<if $CC.barnTime + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gte 1 || $CC.barnTime + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte 4>><<set $CC.FFdrink = 1>><</if>><<set $CC.barnTime -->><</link>>. And, the drunker they got, the more fun it would be. Mostly. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFdrink == 1>> Okay, the volume was hard to come by, but using connects, trades, promises, I was able to assemble a mountain of booze that should easily last the night. And The Boys were more than happy to sling drinks in exchange for the invite. <<else>> Okay, the volume was hard to come by. I used every trick in my book without turning tricks to assemble as big of a mountain of booze as I could manage. And The Boys were more than happy to sling drinks in exchange for the invite. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.barnLocation == false>> There were tons of options, but I had to make sure <<link "where" `passage()`>><<set $CC.barnLocation to true>><<if $CC.barnTime gte 3>><<set $CC.FFlocation = 1>><</if>><<set $CC.barnTime -->><</link>> I chose fit the bill. It had to be easy to get to but private. Safe from authorities and for the partiers. And it had to be ''cool''. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFlocation == 1>> There was this flat area along the creek that would do the trick. The treeline shielded sound and sight, the water would help keep things cool, and we would have more than enough space. Unfortunately, it was unclaimed because it happened to be a spot that trash collected, dumped or just the flow of water -- it took a lot of time and effort to clear it. <<else>> There was this flat area along the creek that would do the trick. The treeline shielded sound and sight, the water would help keep things cool, and we would have more than enough space. Unfortunately, it was unclaimed because it happened to be a spot that trash collected, dumped or just the flow of water -- I cleared as much as I could. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.barnSurprise == false>> I needed to spend the time making the space <<link "special" `passage()`>> <<set $CC.barnSurprise to true>> <<if $CC.barnTime gte 2 && $CC.barnLocation == true>> <<set $CC.FFsurprise = 1>> <</if>> <<set $CC.barnTime -->> <</link>>. A 'wow'-factor. Something completely unexpected. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFsurprise == 1>> The path to the creek was perfect for a multi-reveal. I staged an area where everyone would assemble, then have the 'gate' drop away to reveal the decorations that drew the eye to the //drinks//. Everyone would hustle on in, and then a massive curtain that looked like a simple element of decor would drop with the opening moment of music. It would be sick. <<else>> I scrambled, but site selection came too late, I wasn't able to manage to do anything especially fun. I just had to hope that everything else came together. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.barnDrugs == false>> <<link "Drugs" `passage()`>> <<set $CC.barnDrugs to true>> <<if ($CC.barnTime + $CC.wealth) gte 6 || $CC.clique == "Rebel">> <<set $CC.FFdrugs = 1>> <</if>> <<set $CC.barnTime -->> <</link>> could kick everything and everyone into the stratosphere. <<else>> <<if $CC.FFdrugs == 1>> It wasn't cheap, but grease enough palms and know the right people and you can get together enough designer and high-quality to at least whet people's appetite. Plus, having a dealer on-site would keep it flowing. People wouldn't be happy about paying, but it was part of Amari's deal for the amount I wanted. <<else>> I just didn't know a way to get the amount of drugs on-site. And every time I found a 'vendor,' I balked at the price. Good idea, but I couldn't exactly ask family to pitch in. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $CC.barnTime lte 0>> My heart was in my throat. Time had run out. It was time for [[Fire Festival|CC022 - Barn]]. <</if>> <<elseif $CC.attempt == true>> <<if $CC.chellaDetect == true>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <div id = "detect"> Asking around town about Coppice-chella wasn't exactly new. Very few had the in and even those that raved about last year, you could never quite tell if they were keeping their cards close to their chest or if they had just lied about attending. <br><br> This wouldn't be easy. <br><br> <<crossroads #detect>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> ...I could be though. Spy movies always showed info getting passed after sex... <<contents>> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> It took more than one try and as I narrowed down who __actually__ knew, there was definitely a grin and bear it, but I got my [[name on the list|CC022 - Barn]]and a couple notches in my belt in the process. <<path>> I could brute force it... <<contents>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte 0>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Social -->> And it was __brutal__. I definitely lost some friends and acquaintances along the way, but I was dogged in my pursuit of the golden ticket. I inquired and pressed. Give me a lamp and a locked room and I could have gotten a confession out of anyone. Because...I got [[entry|CC022 - Barn]]! Bonnie gave it up with just slight pressure to her elbow. <<else>> <<set $CC.chellaDetect = false>>And it was __brutal__. Being dogged in this pursuit was clearly going to cost me social capital and I wasn't sure that getting in would balance the scales. I tried a bit softer approach, a bit more lackadaisical...but that wasn't the [[way in|CC022 - Barn]]. <</if>> <<path>> There was also the doomscrolling of Insta and TikTok that might give me a lead... <<contents>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value + $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gte 4>> <<Stats Investigation ++>>I felt like a hacker on NCIS initially: triangulating friendships and even bloodlines I wasn't aware of before, finding the //right// time to send that connection request to get in under the radar. At one point, I felt compelled to do one of those string-maps as I followed the breadcrumbs to...Bonnie? ''Bonnie''?! Sweet little wallflower had not only been last year, but had a direct connect to Harry. Surprisingly, just a quick DM to the shrinking violet netted me [[access too|CC022 - Barn]]! <<else>> <<set $CC.chellaDetect = false>> I felt like a hacker on NCIS initially: triangulating friendships and even bloodlines I wasn't aware of before, finding the //right// time to send that connection request to get in under the radar. But after all was said and done, my follower count was much higher and I had a crazy understanding of the people of my town, but [[no way in|CC022 - Barn]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $CC.chellaDirect == true>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <div id = "direct"> They weren't called 'C & H' for no reason. Always working the same jobs, always together. Hell, I heard stories they even...uh..shared ladies. And together they were a united front. <br><br> Right. So. Direct. Two choices here. Get one of the two of 'em alone. <br><br> I had actually never seen Chet by himself, but I knew that he was the one who manned the front door and only him. Well, and his shotgun. <br><br> Harry made trips into town, a little sherpa for the duo on their jobs. I had smiled to him and waved from time to time heading in or out of Lowe's. <br><br> <<crossroads #direct>> <<path>> I could either find Chet the night of, where I knew he'd be, sitting at the entrance. <<contents>> <<set $CC.chellaDirect = false>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<outfit club>> So, I sidled up in my best going out wear, lagging back just enough so that I arrived at the gate solo. He eyed me up curiously as he shut the gate behind the previous group. "Hey Chet." Mhmm. "So.." I looked around performatively, "Looks like I might be the last one for a bit, you might have some...free time." Mhmm. He didn't budge, eyes flicking down to his list. Back to me. <br><br> I made the offer clearer, one hand nudging the dress up my thighs provocatively while my other hand gave a little tug to the zipper, "So...do you have some time?" He shrugged, Mhmm. He slid off his post and motioned for me to assume the <<linkreplace "position.">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<face angry>> <<cumSpray thighs>> position. <br><br> Not quite a minute later I was fixing my dress and he was resuming his post, a bit lighter than moments before. <br><br> Moving over towards the gate with a bright smile I was confronted with a confused lift of his eyebrow. "I can go in, right?" His eyes were back on the list. "<<print $CC.name>>?" I said, voice catching in my throat. Mmmm...nuh-uh. He shook his head and waved for the next group to approach. Are you fucking [[kidding me|CC022 - Barn]]? <br><br> <<set _primaryTextOutput = "Had getting into this party been worth it. No, clearly not. I had betrayed them as much as I had just been betrayed.">> <<set _secondTextPrefix = "Fuck.">> <<set _secondaryTextOutput = " would never have done this to me.">> <<include "CC000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<vCardCheck Chet M "Chet, gatekeeper to Coppice-chella">> <</linkreplace>> <<path>> Or Harry and have an 'accidental encounter.' <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<lower "pants_sororitydarkbluejeans">> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<face happy>> I poked around the lumber aisle wearing a tight pair of my newest jeans. And being female in the mecca of malehood was a balancing act of being available but not //too// available. I spent a couple more hours wandering than I had expected, but then the gruff guy showed up heading to...plumbing. Shit. <br><br> I scampered over and found a perfect spot to be checking something out, bent over, cleavage on display. I looked up with a surprised smile as he rounded the corner, "Oh, hey Harry." I saw his broad grin and I knew, I was in. <br><br> He was quick in the aisle and my curiosity was ravenous. He checked out and I asked to have him explain it all again in his truck. He wasn't quick there. <br><br> and he was more than happy to oblige with a [[ticket|CC022 - Barn]]. <br><br> <<set _primaryTextOutput = "Had getting into this party been worth it? I had betrayed them. They could //never// find out.">> <<set _secondTextPrefix = "Fuck.">> <<set _secondaryTextOutput = " would never have done this to me.">> <<include "CC000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<vCardCheck Harry M "Harry, keymaster to Coppice-chella">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<outfit club>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <div id = "sneak"> Partying outfits weren't exactly designed for surreptitious behavior. Skirting through brush and under the tree line to find the best place to cross a fence -- that was //designed// to keep people out -- meant staving off bugs, avoiding catches on fabric, keeping sweating under control, and literally just trying not to fall out of what you were wearing. God, guys had it so much easier. <br><br> I grunted, making it across. Finally. But that was the easy part. Now, how to get across the clean field to the small grouping of trees where I could already see lights play across the foliage. Music was coming through the speakers. I gulped, not wanting to miss a moment. <br><br> <<crossroads #sneak>> <<path>> There was a group of people walking up the frontage I could try and slip in with. If I moved quickly, I could cover the distance and maybe not be seen. <<contents>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte 4>> Coming out of the brush wasn't exactly crafty, and it got me a couple of side-long 'really?' looks, but I was relieved to feel the casual acceptance straight away. I ensconced myself in the group and made small talk as we [[made our way in|CC022 - Barn]]. <<else>> <<set $CC.chellaSneak = false>> <<face angry>> "Whoah, whoah, whoah. Nuh-uh." A bigger guy moved straight towards me, shaking his head and pointing back the way they had come. "Check in like the rest of us." [[Shit|CC022 - Barn]]. <</if>> <<path>> Running in a minidress, though? <<contents>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>> Whew. I made it, dress riding up a <<link "ton">><<upper "dress_littleblack_up">><</link>>, but since I didn't get seen, neither did what I was flashing. Risk came out all for the good, flattening my dress down and giving my hair a bit of a fluff as I made [[my way in|CC022 - Barn]]. <<else>> <<set $CC.chellaSneak = false>> <<face angry>> I'm not sure whether it was my tits bouncing all over the place, or the sight of me with a dress up around my <<link "waist">><<upper "dress_littleblack_up">><</link>>, but this big guy was cutting me off in the brush, shaking his head and pointing back down towards the gate, "Nuhuh. Just cuz yer givin' a show doesn't mean you get a show." [[Shit.|CC022 - Barn]] <</if>> <<path>> Or just straight up put my trust in the effort I had made so far and arrive solo, as un-mussed as possible. <<contents>> <<set _fail = either(true, false)>> <<if _fail == true>> <<set $CC.chellaSneak = false>> <<face angry>> Slowly picking my way through the brush and unkempt field, I tried to keep as nonchalant as possible. I kept my whole look in pristine condition, but...the fates weren't on my side. A big guy broke off from the path and headed towards me, shaking his head and pointing towards the gate, "I think you missed the check-in, little lady." [[Shit.|CC022 - Barn]] <<else>> Slowly picking my way through the brush and unkempt field, I tried to keep as nonchalant as possible. I kept my whole look in pristine condition, strappy heels swaying from my fingertips, bare feet pushing through the tall grass. I noticed some people on the path towards the copse and I felt a chill down my spine -- would they see me? And then...[[I made it|CC022 - Barn]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</if>>
<<if $CC.attemptBig == true>> <<image framed "passage/cc.barn3.png">> <<backdrop "passage/cc.barn3.png">> <<set _barnSuccess = ($CC.FFdrink + $CC.FFdrugs + $CC.FFlocation + $CC.FFmusic + $CC.FFpeople + $CC.FFsurprise)>> <<if $CC.FFpeople == 1>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<print $CC.FName>> was doing their work with a fun little clipboard and wearing a t-shirt I had screen printed with "Fire Festival" on it. I watched them weaving through the clustered group. There were definitely people there I hadn't invited, but...manageable. I kinda felt like a succubus, I could feel their anticipation and excitement and I was feeding on it. <<else>> <<print $CC.FName>> was doing their work with a fun little clipboard and wearing a t-shirt I had screen printed with "Fire Festival" on it. I watched them weaving through the mass of people waiting. Shit. I saw far more faces that I __didn't__ invite than I did. Popularity is great and all, but if //everyone// showed, where was the FOMO? <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.FFsurprise == 1>> <<Stats Deception ++>> The first drop had an energy of 'thanks, glad we can get on with it' -- even though there was literal alcohol waiting for them. I was on edge, watching the energy dissipating into the night as, essentially, people milled around and drank in the middle of a forest.<br><br>Then, it all changed.<br><br>It dropped. The music lifted and everyone turned, stunned to the lights kicking on alongside the creek. It ''worked''. <<else>> People made their way down towards the booze, drinking and chatting each other up. I felt the energy dissipating into the evening, trying to will the music to begin, to distract from this just being a bunch of people hanging out in the woods. <</if>> <<if $CC.FFlocation == 1>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> It was like a magnet -- people surged into the flat creekbed, beginning to move and find partners. It was like a natural dance floor, and I had thanked nature in turn by doing a little cleanup. <<else>> People were trying to find where to dance, some finding purchase on the parts of the creekbed that I had cleared. The rest didn't want to risk it and dealt with being jostled by the bar, fighting for space with trees, or just being too far away from the music to really get into it. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.FFmusic == 1>> <<Stats Performance ++>> And Hot Tub Ska Machine was //killing// it. I had seen them in a seedy bar, but giving them space like this and full license, I wished I could sign them on the spot. Even Ethan who swore he hated ska was trying to skank. <<else>> <<print $CC.FName>> had technical issues, and probably wasn't helped by having to dual-role as bouncer and check-in. Shit. I hadn't thought of that. By and large people were enjoying themselves, but there were pockets where the song choice didn't land with the audience or the pacing was off. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.FFdrink == 1>> <<Stats Social ++>> I could feel everyone loosening up, getting into the Fire Festival as the alcohol had the desired affect. Some people were definitely testing the limits of my supply, but they eventually culled themselves to go puke off in the woods. <<else>> People were definitely loosening up, getting into the festivities. I had to catch myself from being a buzzkill, though, gritting my teeth as someone would go up for another drink before being done with theirs, or leaving one unfinished. I was going to run out. And so would the fun, instantly. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.FFdrugs == 1>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Learning -->> Damian was probably having a banner night. He gave me a wink after the first half hour, heading off to get more product. I was floored, people were trying things for the first time tonight, and everyone was smiling and laughing, losing themselves. <br><br> <</if>> <<if _barnSuccess == 5>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<set $Memories.push("FireFest")>> <<face happy>> I think half the school called out the next day. I know I did. That night had given me massive social capital and had added another name to the list of iconic events. <<elseif _barnSuccess gte 3>> Yes! Oh that was a rush. Not exactly what I had planned out, but the sketching of what it could be was there and everyone had a good time. Maybe not a monumental success, but I had thrown a fun party. <<else>> <<Stats Social -->> Well, that had not gone how I had imagined it. Far from the fantasies I had been daydreaming in class or crowding my mind at night. Shit. Well, at least some people had fun, just certainly wasn't worth all that fucking effort. <</if>> <br><br> Fire Festival, a little part of [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>> <<if $CC.attempt == true>> <<if $CC.chellaDetect == true || $CC.chellaDirect == true || $CC.chellaSneak == true>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <a class="border img"><img src="img/Coppicechella.png"></a> <<face happy>> Walking in to the manicured group of oaks I was at a loss at to why this was special, even seeing the lights pulsing ahead and feeling the energy of the people already convened. It was just a party in some trees. <br><br> Oh. Ohhh. Now I got it. It really did have the feel of a small-town Coachella. Tents dotted the space between the trees even though this was a one-night event. Over the years -- it couldn't have been from day one, right? -- a full-on stage had been erected at the treeline. And while there was no ferris wheel, there were discarded ferris seats scattered throughout the copse as little seating areas. I didn't want to think about how many hookups had happened in them throughout the years. <br><br> "Welcome to Coppice-chella!" The crowd erupted. I couldn't help but cheer, vibrating in excitement. I pressed forward to the stage, "First up, we've got an up and coming band from not too far away, let's welcome Hot Tub Ska Machine!" <br><br> They were fucking fantastic. I skanked my heart out, despite my dress. Everyone was blissed out, drunk, high, on things or just on the music and it was infectious. No one cared, they just wanted to enjoy themselves. <br><br> Ska Machine stepped off the stage to raucous applause and the next band stepped on. The bands played on and I definitely didn't go to school the next day. <br><br> Coppice-chella, a little part of [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> I wasn't going to get in. <br><br> I <<if $CC.spoiled == true>>screamed and stamped in the dirt by the frontage, grabbing the fence and shaking it. Chet laughed and waved me off<<else>>bristled, about to try again but Chet saved me off, barely even lifting his eyes<</if>>. I could hear the thumping noise from my bed, curled up alone. I couldn't fall asleep as the lights played across the clouds and sky. It was a bad night. <br><br> I heard that Ava was one of the few 'chosen ones' that year. And the stories that came from her expanded the mythology of Coppice-chella, something that'd never be a a little part of [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base --]]. <</if>> <</if>>
<<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<image framed "passage/cc.gym.png">> <<backdrop "passage/cc.gym.png">> <<outfit gym>> Foam and rubber. Powder. <br><br> Hell, even pulling my hair into a super-tight ponytail -- all easy triggers for my sense memory. <br><br> I'd been tumbling from the time I could walk. <br><br> That was the joke that <<print $CC.MName>> always made because I face-planted the first time I stood up. Funny. <br><br> Maybe the decision was made because of my falls off the monkeybars on the playground, or my routines on the couch. I was put in leotards and dropped off at the gym many afternoons since before I can remember. I can still feel the impact of a mat and the drop in my gut when my brain registered I was just //slightly// off-balance. It was a fucking tough sport, unrelenting and I //loved// the challenge of it all. <br><br> The champions of the 90s were almost forgotten and I was a part of the modern gymnastic resurgence as Simone Biles came to the forefront, and then there was Livvy Dunne and her NIL deal. My contemporaries. But... <br><br> not me. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> I had the ability to push myself further and faster than others. Got my splits down first and was advanced with kids a year older than me into more complicated routines. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> When it was my turn for an attempt, I could feel the coaches relax. They weren't worried about needing to catch me. I almost never missed. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> On breaks I was literally getting back on the horse rather than go off for some water and chat with the others. I wanted to push myself at every opportunity. The extra effort bore better results. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 2>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> I had an edge. A quality that's unspoken amongst gymnasts: No coach is going to ''make'' you exceed your limitations, but the athletes that succeed risk their bodies without thinking. <br><br> <</if>> Was I on the trajectory of a Maroney?...closer to the mark. I wasn't about to be an Olympian. Once puberty was beginning you could sense the girls assessing whether accomplishment was worth not growing into your body. I was one of them, but I didn't want to give up gymnastics altogether. <br><br> My changing body was frustrating, to say the least. Hips widening, center-of-weight dropping. The muscle-memory of how to hit the uneven bars sent me spinning or unable to rotate. That was nature, nothing I could do about it. <br><br> <<if Array("bush", "trimmed").includes($Body.pubes)>> I //could// do something about the hairs that began to peek out of my leotard. <br><br> Gymnasts had outfits and these //swimsuits// meant throwing modesty out the window. <br><br> The other girls in the locker room -- whether or not it was because their hormones were stunted -- told me that hairless was ideal, and ''easy''. I didn't need to go that extreme, but I wasn't about to have my coaches, other people's parents, the //judges// seeing any sign of my fucking pubes. <br><br> <<listbox "$Body.pubes">><<option "bald">><<option "landing strip" "strip">><</listbox>> <</if>> <br><br> It was about that point when after-school classes ceased to be an option. <br><br> The other girls came up to my fucking hips. They were limber, little, a reminder of the size I'd never be again. <br><br> They'd embarrass you without trying, and it was embarrassing to feel like a 'super-senior' amongst all the kiddos. <br><br> It was time to look into competitive [[club teams|CC021 - Gym]].
/* IMAGE (Needed): Uneven bars */ <<face shock>> The release was wrong. I felt it almost before my hands met the final bar. But the uneven bars were inevitability, motion, momentum. <br><br> I hurtled through the air, trying to assess my orientation to my landing. Twist more? Less? Vertically? Horizontally? What way was up anymore? <br><br> It all happened in a second...second and a half. The mat and gravity had a way of just insisting themselves on <<linkexpand "me.">> me. <<face hurt1>> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Gym-ankles.png">> The gym was quiet. That's how I knew I hadn't made a sound. <br><br> I was still, my animal instinct keeping me from moving. Something was wrong. <br><br> People were around me, rushing beside me. Hands were on my legs. So, it was my legs. Of course it would be. <<speech "Trainer">>"Don't move, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> No shit. <br><br> I just gave a teeth-gritted nod. <<speech "$CC.MName">>"I'm here. Are you okay? Is she okay?"<</speech>> There was a franticness to her voice that surprised me. Annoyed me? Made me want to cry? <<speechPC>>"I'll be fine."<</speechPC>> My hand grasped her arm to comfort her. To comfort me. <br><br> Later, icepack on my foot, comfortable and warm at home, we had a <<linkexpand "conversation.">> conversation. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Were you really scared?"<</speechPC>> I meant it jokingly. I was even smiling. But to see her reaction, I knew the answer before she opened her mouth. <<speech "$CC.MName">>"I haven't felt that kind of fear in a long time."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But there were mats--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "CC.MName">>"Mats won't save your neck."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"We have a //trainer//!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "CC.MName">>"I just didn't want to watch something bad happen to you. I felt powerless."<</speech>> I got the point. The room was quiet for a moment. I considered my ankle, swelling purple and black. <<speech "$CC.MName">>"I'm glad that nothing actually bad happened to you. I'm glad I was there. I just...don't want there to be another time."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"When you aren't there?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"When something actually happens to you."<</speech>> Was she right? Was it too dangerous? Especially if I wasn't trying to be All-American... <div id="quit"> <<crossroads #quit>> <<path>> Yeah, gym-me was old-me. I had other, less dangerous interests now. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, guess I'm not an invicible kid anymore."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"No you're not."<</speech>> We talked the rest of the evening away about how babies and toddlers seemed to be indestructible. Just bounce right off the ground. <br><br> While we discussed the invulnerability that was behind us both, I tried to decide what I preferred to spend my time on now that might be a tad less dangerous. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC020 - Barn][$CC.hsv = 'barn'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'barn' || ($CC.hometown == "NO" && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0)>> Enjoy the local party scene. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Vandal][$CC.hsv = 'vandal'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'vandal' || ($CC.hometown == "NO" && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0)>> Raise hell around town. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Helper][$CC.hsv = 'helper'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'helper' || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> Made myself of use around the neighborhood. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Church][$CC.hsv = 'church'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'church' || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> Joined a Youth Group. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Partier][$CC.hsv = 'partier'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'partier' || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> Hit up all the weekend parties. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Home][$CC.hsv = 'home'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'home' || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 0>> Chill by myself or with friends at home. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Gang][$CC.hsv = 'gang'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'gang' || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> Join a new family -- what you'd call a 'gang'. Judgey. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Volunteer][$CC.hsv = 'volunteer'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'volunteer' || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> Use my free time for the greater good. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Sporty][$CC.hsv = 'sporty'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]>> Less intense sports sounded great. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Beach][$CC.hsv = 'beach'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'beach'>> Get paid to enjoy the beach? Easy: lifeguard. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Club][$CC.hsv = 'club'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'club'>> Hit the club scene. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Tailgate][$CC.hsv = 'tailgate'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'tailgate'>> Spend my weekends entirely ensconced in football. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Outdoors][$CC.hsv = 'outdoors'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'outdoors'>> Spend my time in the great outdoors. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Cheer][$CC.hsv = 'cheer'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]>> Cheering was kind of like gymnastics. <<path [[CC020 - Act][$CC.hsv = 'act'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]>> Try my hand at acting. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Job][$CC.hsv = 'job'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.wealth lte 3>> Get a part-time job for extra cash. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Dance][$CC.hsv = 'dance'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]>> Dance was kind of like gymnastics. <<path [[CC020 - Piano][$CC.hsv = 'piano'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.activity == "piano" || $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0>> Took playing seriously leaned into piano recitals. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Read][$CC.hsv = 'read'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.activity == "read" || $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 0>> Enroll at Community College for advanced and college-credit classes. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base --; $Stats.Skills['Learning'].base ++]]>> Enjoy my free time...and focus on studying. <</crossroads>> <<path>> No way was I going to let a little danger get in the way of something slightly 'difficult'. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<speechPC>>"It's just a sprain, Mom."<</speechPC>> A simple answer, and all she needed. My life was mine to lead...for [[now|CC022 - Gym]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit gym>> <<backdrop "passage/cc.gym.png">> <<face angry>> <<set $CC.gymScore = ($Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value)>> I shrugged off my injury and was back in the gym as soon as I was able. I even hobbled a little bit, much to <<print $CC.MName>>'s chagrin. <br><br> She didn't know gymnasts the way I did. <br><br> It's almost cult-like in its intensity. And then there was our coach: <br><br> The club was led by a Ukranian, Coach Vovk. And he pushed us //hard//. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Coach Vovk">> His aggression. The pressure he made me feel....my interest was piqued instantly. Was he interested in me though? I had to make him notice. It took time. It took care. I had to make sure he didn't freak out...But it happened. <</if>> <br><br><br> Another failed roundoff, I buckled and collapsed to the mat. I was careful about my ankles now. <br><br> He charged at me, <<speech "Vovk">>"Don't you want to win?"<</speech>> I wasn't even sure I wasn't hurt yet. My imagined pain fueled me snapping back, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> His head cocked to the side. His eyebrow raised. I immediately felt worthless. All the rage of embarassment and being called out seeped out of me. <<speechPC>> "I...I didn't mean that. I just...I'm not good enough."<</speechPC>> He looked down. He considered my words. The eyebrow was gone, but the dispassion was painful all the same. <br><br> The air was saturated with the tension and sweat. He took a step forward and pulled me close, plucking me off my knees like a toy. /* IMAGE (Needed): Mid-body view of a girl in a leotard being held up by both upper arms. */ He clutched me to his broad, muscular body: <<speech "Vovk">>"Not with that thinking, you won't be."<</speech>> It was kind. His thick Ukranian accent made it even more endearing. <br><br> <div id="try"> <<crossroads #try>> <<path>> I just needed that to scare me straight. I wanted to win. No matter the cost. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> My brain tried to save my body, to prevent injury. I'd have none of it. If I was going to take a fall, I'd take a fall //hard//. I'd own my failures like the rest of the girls. <br><br> Vovk applauded. Even wiping tears and struggling off the mats on yet another failed roundoff, I felt proud. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<set $CC.gymScore += 2>> And he was right. I just had to really put myself into it. I could feel myself getting better. <br><br> My roundoffs came easier and soon I was landing them pretty regularly. <br><br> Would I be some amazing, medalled champion? No. But I had tried and it was paying dividends. I felt like I could really call myself a [[gymnast|CC023 - Gym]]. <<else>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<run $Memories.push("Severely Injured")>> Until it was one roundoff too many. Something snapped. Something popped. I kept trying to get up, which didn't help the matter. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Gym-ankles.png">> It was a 'career' ending injury. Vovk pulled me close and we cried together. He felt awful, but we both knew this was the potential price of glory. <br><br> I wouldn't be gracing the gym again...I hadn't been good enough after all. Can't force ability you don't have, I guess. Time to pick something else to do...no options now. <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC020 - Barn][$CC.hsv = 'barn'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'barn' || ($CC.hometown == "NO" && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0)>> Enjoy the local party scene. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Vandal][$CC.hsv = 'vandal'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'vandal' || ($CC.hometown == "NO" && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0)>> Raise hell around town. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Helper][$CC.hsv = 'helper'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'helper' || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> Made myself of use around the neighborhood. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Church][$CC.hsv = 'church'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'church' || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> Joined a Youth Group. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Partier][$CC.hsv = 'partier'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'partier' || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> Hit up all the weekend parties. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Home][$CC.hsv = 'home'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'home' || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 0>> Chill by myself or with friends at home. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Gang][$CC.hsv = 'gang'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'gang' || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> Join a new family -- what you'd call a 'gang'. Judgey. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Volunteer][$CC.hsv = 'volunteer'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'volunteer' || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> Use my free time for the greater good. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Beach][$CC.hsv = 'beach'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'beach'>> Get paid to enjoy the beach? Easy: lifeguard. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Club][$CC.hsv = 'club'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'club'>> Hit the club scene. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Tailgate][$CC.hsv = 'tailgate'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'tailgate'>> Spend my weekends entirely ensconced in football. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Outdoors][$CC.hsv = 'outdoors'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'outdoors'>> Spend my time in the great outdoors. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Act][$CC.hsv = 'act'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]>> Try my hand at acting. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Job][$CC.hsv = 'job'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.wealth lte 3>> Get a part-time job for extra cash. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Dance][$CC.hsv = 'dance'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]>> Dance was kind of like gymnastics. <<path [[CC020 - Piano][$CC.hsv = 'piano'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.activity == "piano" || $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0>> Took playing seriously leaned into piano recitals. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Read][$CC.hsv = 'read'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.activity == "read" || $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 0>> Enroll at Community College for advanced and college-credit classes. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base --; $Stats.Skills['Learning'].base ++]]>> Enjoy my free time...and focus on studying. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<path>> I didn't want to be cut, but I didn't want to get hurt. I'd just have to put on a show for him. <<contents>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> Did he know I wasn't pushing myself to the limits? I still had to exert myself, I still had to //try//, yeah...but I wasn't going to just throw myself needlessly against the floor. <br><br> He didn't seem to notice. It was good enough. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> And thankfully, I didn't hurt myself. I had a number of near-misses -- even a careful routine was a risky routine. <br><br> My roundoffs never got better, but I could tell Vovk appreciated my stick-toitiveness. <br><br> Would I be some amazing, medalled champion? No. But I had known that already. And he was just coming to terms with it. I was still participating and putting the effort in. I believed I could call myself a [[gymnast|CC023 - Gym]]. <<else>> <<run $Memories.push("Severely Injured")>> But good enough still meant there was risk...Something snapped. Something popped. I kept trying to get up, which didn't help the matter. <br><br> It was a 'career' ending injury. Vovk pulled me close and we cried together. He felt awful, he knew this was the price of glory and I felt worse because this wasn't what I'd been after. The //opposite// in fact! <br><br> I wouldn't be gracing the gym again...Not good enough after all. Can't fake ability you don't have, I guess. Time to pick something else to do...no options now. <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC020 - Barn][$CC.hsv = 'barn'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'barn' || ($CC.hometown == "NO" && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0)>> Enjoy the local party scene. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Vandal][$CC.hsv = 'vandal'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'vandal' || ($CC.hometown == "NO" && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0)>> Raise hell around town. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Helper][$CC.hsv = 'helper'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'helper' || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> Made myself of use around the neighborhood. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Church][$CC.hsv = 'church'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'church' || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> Joined a Youth Group. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Partier][$CC.hsv = 'partier'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'partier' || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> Hit up all the weekend parties. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Home][$CC.hsv = 'home'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'home' || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 0>> Chill by myself or with friends at home. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Gang][$CC.hsv = 'gang'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'gang' || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> Join a new family -- what you'd call a 'gang'. Judgey. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Volunteer][$CC.hsv = 'volunteer'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'volunteer' || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> Use my free time for the greater good. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Beach][$CC.hsv = 'beach'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'beach'>> Get paid to enjoy the beach? Easy: lifeguard. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Club][$CC.hsv = 'club'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'club'>> Hit the club scene. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Tailgate][$CC.hsv = 'tailgate'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'tailgate'>> Spend my weekends entirely ensconced in football. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Outdoors][$CC.hsv = 'outdoors'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'outdoors'>> Spend my time in the great outdoors. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Act][$CC.hsv = 'act'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]>> Try my hand at acting. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Job][$CC.hsv = 'job'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.wealth lte 3>> Get a part-time job for extra cash. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Piano][$CC.hsv = 'piano'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.activity == "piano" || $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0>> Took playing seriously leaned into piano recitals. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Read][$CC.hsv = 'read'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.activity == "read" || $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 0>> Enroll at Community College for advanced and college-credit classes. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base --; $Stats.Skills['Learning'].base ++]]>> Enjoy my free time...and focus on studying. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<path>> I knew I wasn't good enough. I just had to hope I wouldn't get cut. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Gymnastic Ability">> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<if $CC.gymScore gt 6>> Luckily, I was able to coast by and even tucking my landings, avoiding pushing myself too hard...Vovk preferred having my natural abilities. <br><br> He glowered. He wasn't happy with me, but he wouldn't [[cut me|CC023 - Gym]]. <<else>> I barely lasted another day. I came out of the locker room ready to go and he dismissed me on the spot. <<speech "Vovk">>"You were right. Not good enough. Go."<</speech>> Time to pick something else to do. I was done as a gymnast. <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC020 - Barn][$CC.hsv = 'barn'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'barn' || ($CC.hometown == "NO" && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0)>> Enjoy the local party scene. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Vandal][$CC.hsv = 'vandal'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'vandal' || ($CC.hometown == "NO" && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0)>> Raise hell around town. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Helper][$CC.hsv = 'helper'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'helper' || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> Made myself of use around the neighborhood. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Church][$CC.hsv = 'church'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'church' || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> Joined a Youth Group. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Partier][$CC.hsv = 'partier'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'partier' || $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> Hit up all the weekend parties. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Home][$CC.hsv = 'home'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'home' || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lt 0>> Chill by myself or with friends at home. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Gang][$CC.hsv = 'gang'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'gang' || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> Join a new family -- what you'd call a 'gang'. Judgey. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Volunteer][$CC.hsv = 'volunteer'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'volunteer' || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> Use my free time for the greater good. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Sporty][$CC.hsv = 'sporty'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]>> Less intense sports sounded great. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Beach][$CC.hsv = 'beach'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'beach'>> Get paid to enjoy the beach? Easy: lifeguard. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Club][$CC.hsv = 'club'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'club'>> Hit the club scene. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Tailgate][$CC.hsv = 'tailgate'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'tailgate'>> Spend my weekends entirely ensconced in football. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Outdoors][$CC.hsv = 'outdoors'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.freetime == 'outdoors'>> Spend my time in the great outdoors. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Cheer][$CC.hsv = 'cheer'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]>> Cheering was kind of like gymnastics. <<path [[CC020 - Act][$CC.hsv = 'act'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]>> Try my hand at acting. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Job][$CC.hsv = 'job'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.wealth lte 3>> Get a part-time job for extra cash. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Dance][$CC.hsv = 'dance'; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]>> Dance was kind of like gymnastics. <<path [[CC020 - Piano][$CC.hsv = 'piano'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.activity == "piano" || $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0>> Took playing seriously leaned into piano recitals. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC020 - Read][$CC.hsv = 'read'; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]] $CC.activity == "read" || $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 0>> Enroll at Community College for advanced and college-credit classes. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this option for freetime earlier. <<path [[CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base --; $Stats.Skills['Learning'].base ++]]>> Enjoy my free time...and focus on studying. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Coach Vovk">><<set $HS.firstRelationship = "My first crush, Petey" : { name: 'Petey', title: 'My first crush, Petey', caption: 'My first crush, Petey', gender: 'M'}>>The worst part was, he wouldn't have anything to do with me. Before we even started.<</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
As I mentioned before, when I got into gymnastics it was before it was a thing. It was just something parents sent their kids to. It wasn't in the news. It wasn't interesting. <br><br> And then there was Simone. <br><br> It was weird. It felt like it was planned. But really it was just perfect timing. Livvy, Simone, Suni, Jordan, Jade. They were household names, athletes like the biggest names in other sports. <br><br> And that meant that when kids at school found out I was a gymnast, it gave me a certain kind of mystique. I was //elite//. I was desireable. <br><br> My musculature and build wasn't as much a turn-off as a turn-on. The other girls were gorgeous and their proximity rubbed off on me. <br><br> Guys were <<linkexpand "interested.">> interested. <br><br> My social media presence ticked up. People outside of my school and my circle were watching me, attracted. <br><br> And the guys //in// my school? Interested was far too tame a word for <<linkexpand "it.">> horny. <<outfit towel>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A naked selfie in the bathroom mirror, covering as much as possible */ <br><br> But it was so new and so sudden... <br><br> <<call>>"Come on..."<</call>> <br><br> <<call $CC.name>>"Haven't you seen enough?"<</call>> <br><br> <<call>>"Don't tease."<</call>> <br><br> <<call $CC.name>>"You better not be saving these."<</call>> <br><br> <<call>>"It's Snap. I can't."<</call>> <br><br> So I let <<link "him see.">><<outfit naked>><</link>> <br><br> <<call>>"Fuck!"<</call>> 🍆 <<call>>"I thought gymnasts had no tits."<</call>> <br><br> <<call $CC.name>>"Don't be gross."<</call>> <br><br> <<call>>"You're //so// far from gross."<</call>> <br><br> But he had been saving them. And he wasn't the only one who got me to reveal a little too much of myself at school. It became a little bit of a scandal. <br><br> The woes of being young, impressionable and seeking attention. Unexpected attention. Just for being a [[gymnast|CC024 - Gym]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit gym>> <<backdrop "passage/cc.gym.png">> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Pliant Limbs')>> Meets came and went. Practices started to hurt more, aches last longer. I was aging out of this and I wasn't even done with High School. <br><br> One time they accidentally placed me in a younger section, which was far more competitive than my 'geriatric' status, so it was my worst result of the season. <br><br><br> Still, Coach Vovk clearly admired what he called "chutzpah". He applauded me finishing out competitions. I think he appreciated that while I didn't have designs on collegiate or Olympic greatness, I was there to push my own limits for what they were. <br><br><br> <<if $CC.gymScore gte 10>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("legs")>> <</if>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("ass")>> <</if>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("fit")>> <</if>> <br><br> I had fought my way through one of the most demanding sports that exists. I had pushed my body to the limits and made it through. <br><br> And damn, if it wasn't worth it. Beyond what I learned, I was now a lean machine. My body was crazy tight, waist narrow, and ass had that pertness that only refined muscle could give. /*IMAGE (Needed): A very attractive narrow, female waist */ <br><br> And putting my legs behind my head? Oh. You can't? <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Very flexible girl, legs behind her head. */ <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> If I had worked harder, I probably would have seen better results, but I wasn't chasing after beams and rings in my future. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/CC020-Act.png">> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<if $CC.hometown == "NY" || $CC.hometown == "LA">> Being in a cultural center like I was, I didn't have to settle for a school or community production. Technically, I could try my hand at something professional. <<if $CC.parents == "loved" || $CC.parents == "together" || $CC.adoptive == "grandparents">> First, I had to convince //them// that it wasn't a crazy idea. <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value lte 0 || $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>> Using my track record so far, and maybe a little stretching of the truth, they relented. Then the ''real'' fear set in: did I really want to try this? <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC021 - Act][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base --]]>> Nope, something ''more local'' would suffice. <<path [[CC021 - Act][$CC.actPath = 2]] $CC.wealth gt 3>> There were some crazy good acting coaches around, maybe just focus ''on the craft''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't rich enough. <<path [[CC021 - Act][$CC.actPath = 1; $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]]>> Dakota Fanning was discovered way younger than I was...I had to ''take a shot''. <</crossroads>> <<else>> I begged, I pleaded, I bartered, but when they insisted that -- due to my behavior up til now -- they'd have to accompany me, I reconsidered and decided on something [[more local|CC021 - Act]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $CC.adoptive == "uncle">>My uncle grunted assent without looking up from the paper.<</if>> <<if $CC.adoptive == "foster">>My foster parents couldn't have cared less.<</if>> Permission came easily, so then the real fear set in: did I really want to try this? <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC021 - Act][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base --]]>> Nope, something ''more local'' would suffice. <<path [[CC021 - Act][$CC.actPath = 2]] $CC.wealth gt 3>> There were some crazy good acting coaches around, maybe just focus ''on the craft''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't rich enough. <<path [[CC021 - Act][$CC.actPath = 1; $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]]>> Dakota Fanning was discovered way younger than I was...I had to ''take a shot''. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<else>> Not being in a cultural center, I had to settle for a school or [[community production|CC021 - Act]]. <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>>I mean, there __were__ agents and managers out here, maybe I could actually try that way [[outta this god-forsaken town|CC021 - Act][$CC.actPath = 1]]?<</if>> <</if>>
<<if $CC.actPath == 1>> <<set _actingopp = random(1,10)>> <<if $CC.hometown == "NY" || $CC.hometown == "LA">> /* IMAGE (Needed): NY Street */ /* IMAGE (Needed): LA Street */ It was time to pound the pavement. With new headshots in hand and some Anya Taylor-Joy sides, I auditioned. Cattle calls, agent calls, manager calls, anything and everything I could find.<br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $CC.maleAttention - _actingopp gte 5>> <<set $CC.actPath = 3>> <<face happy>> I was floored by how easy this was. It felt like more times than not, I received callbacks. I definitely got nods, smiles and chatted up after I was done. They wanted to know about me and 'where I had come from.' It [[felt goooood|CC022 - Act]]. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> <<face happy>> This was ''hard''. It felt like I was putting everything out there to be judged. And it wasn't like some test where either I had the right or wrong answer. It was softer than that. You couldn't put your finger on what went wrong or went well. <br><br> And then it all clicked. I had finished my sides and I looked up at the casting table. My headshot was being turned over and considered a few times. A couple of nods and then a smile, "Good job, <<print $CC.name>>. My assistant will be in touch." <br><br> I had landed [[a small role|CC022 - Act]] on a procedural drama! <<else>> <<set $CC.actPath = 4>> This was ''hard''. It felt like I was putting everything out there to be judged. And it wasn't like some test where either I had the right or wrong answer. It was softer than that. You couldn't put your finger on what went wrong or went well. <br><br> And I guess I'll never know whether it was my ability, my look, or the competition, but I never seemed to [[get anywhere|CC022 - Act]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<image framed "passage/street4.png">> It was time to pound the pavement. With new headshots in hand and some Anya Taylor-Joy sides, I auditioned. Cattle calls, agent calls, manager calls, anything and everything I could find.<br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> <<face happy>> This was ''hard''. It felt like I was putting everything out there to be judged. And it wasn't like some test where either I had the right or wrong answer. It was softer than that. You couldn't put your finger on what went wrong or went well. <br><br> And then it all clicked. I had finished my sides and I looked up at the casting table. My headshot was being turned over and considered a few times. A couple of nods and then a smile, "Good job, <<print $CC.name>>. My assistant will be in touch." <br><br> I had landed [[a small role|CC022 - Act]] on a procedural drama! <<else>> <<set $CC.actPath = 4>> This was ''hard''. It felt like I was putting everything out there to be judged. And it wasn't like some test where either I had the right or wrong answer. It was softer than that. You couldn't put your finger on what went wrong or went well. <br><br> And I guess I'll never know whether it was my ability, my look, or the competition, but I never seemed to [[get anywhere|CC022 - Act]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $CC.actPath == 2>> Money exchanged hands every week and I received my hour-long session with Jessup. He was a paragon of his time. He had taught leading actors who had worked under people like John Ford. Not my genre of choice, but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Ha. <br><br> "No! What is she //feeeeeling//?" <br><br> "Well, I thought--" <br><br> "Think? No. __Feel__." <br><br> "Right. Got it." <br><br> And so it went, understanding that it was really putting myself in the situation, not concocting something or forcing anything. Acting was fascinating, and supremely scary. After some coachings, I felt [[very exposed|CC022 - Act]]. <<else>> <<outfit juliet>> I found an audition posting for a production of Romeo & Juliet. Shakespeare was daunting, but the fact that there would be people trying out who were going to school nearby, or worked at the market, made it all the more digestible. <br><br> The auditorium smelled a little musty, and there was an air of pretension amongst the people wandering around. I wondered how far up into the A-listers that kind of self-obsession and entitlement went. I focused on my sides, the balcony scene. Of course it was the balcony scene. <br><br> "Tomorrow I will send...A thousand times good night!" <br><br> "Nicely done, <<print $CC.name>>," came the commentary from the darkened seats, "Your pentameter could use some work," he was somewhere in the...back? "but I'd like to see you here on Thursday." Oh. A callback? "for rehearsal." OH! "You'd make a beautiful Juliet." <br><br> I beamed. I blushed. I squealed and allowed myself to feel far more self-possessed than any of those other people as I [[skipped home|CC022 - Act]]. <</if>>
<<if $CC.actPath == 1>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Casting Couch */ <<set $CC.HSBC += 3>> <<Stats Performance += 2>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<cumSpray mouth1>> <<face happy>> I was overwhelmed. The casting couch wasn't a myth. It also didn't seem to be a rare aspect of the business. I wondered if maybe I should have had a chaperone around, but I also felt the pressure and the opportunity constantly. I tried to balance everything and manage expectations as best I could. I tried to sus out the truth from these guys in these offices. <br><br> It wasn't for naught, though. Through it all I managed a 'day player' on a procedural drama. I literally lost my shit when it turned into a small recurring arc. This business really did work the way people said it did. But it worked. <br><br> Being on set was exhilarating. It was crazy to be alongside such big-name actors and get to know them as just...normal people. And they were //so// nice. Whoever said that famous people were pretentious needs to get over themselves. <br><br> I made sure to soak it all up and also not press too hard. Didn't want to blow any other opportunity that might come my way from this. <br><br> Everyone was more than happy to help and made sure I hit my mark, kept the proper eyeline, and effectively delivered my scene. <br><br> I was the detective's main source on a 'white slavery' case<<if $Body.skin == "black" || $Body.skin == "golden">>, which I found hilarious,<</if>> and over the arc had to continue being undercover to help unearth who was really behind it all. <br><br> An absolutely insane experience, some fantastic paychecks, and also some contacts that I wasn't sure if they would ever pan out, but I felt like I needed to keep them warm. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<elseif $CC.actPath == 2>> <<Stats Performance += 2>> We worked on Shepard, some scenes from Deadwood, and Tombstone. Eventually, I got him out of his comfort zone and was able to bring in my own ideas and scenes. <br><br> Working with the camera. Improving my vocal technique. Some stagecraft like props and blocking. But really, he helped me understand my own 'method'. <br><br> My afternoons with Jessup left me feeling confident in my ability -- whether or not I used it ever again. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<elseif $CC.actPath == 3>> /* IMAGE (Needed): TV Set */ <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<face happy>> Being on set was exhilarating. It was crazy to be alongside such big-name actors and get to know them as just...normal people. And they were //so// nice. Whoever said that famous people were pretentious needs to get over themselves. <br><br> I made sure to soak it all up and also not press too hard. Didn't want to blow any other opportunity that might come my way from this. <br><br> Everyone was more than happy to help and made sure I hit my mark, kept the proper eyeline, and effectively delivered my scene. Well, I was //in// the scene. <br><br> A couple of lines, but I was on camera as the detectives asked me and a couple other girls questions. We had been 'trafficked' and they were after the perps. <br><br> An absolutely insane experience, a good paycheck, and learned some things I never thought mattered. Man, making TV and film is complicated! <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<elseif $CC.actPath == 4>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face hurt1>> I had put my heart and soul out there and gotten crushed. One of the many who tried every day, every year. But at least I could say that I tried. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> <<outfit juliet>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> Kissing 'Romeo' throughout rehearsal was a kick. He was some plumber's son and going to technical college. But he was cute. It was a ''lot'' of kissing. <br><br> He didn't mind. I didn't mind. Sometimes we rehearsed outside of rehearsal. <br><br> Otherwise, the whole thing was such a kick. I felt center stage and super important. The applause was surprisingly emphatic for our couple of performances. <br><br> As I said goodbye to the auditorium's green room on closing night, I wondered if catching the acting bug like this would be a good thing or a bad thing. It was fun though. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/CC020-Club-alt.png">> <<set $People['CC'].M.rel -->> <<set $People['CC'].Drew.rel -->> <<set $People['CC'].Ethan.rel -->> "Again?!" I don't think Ethan's mouth could be any more agape. Or his eyes roll any harder in his head. He leaned his hefty body against my doorframe, leaning against the jamb as if he could wall me off from my night out. <br><br> Ducking my head to look through the crook of his arm at Andrew and <<print $CC.friend1>>, "It's a tradition..." <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> tugged him away, "So is The Boys!" he warbled, stumbling out into the hallway. <br><br> "Well, tonight it's The Girls. Okay?" I pushed past them. They had not been happy with my nights being taken up so frequently. But things change, people get older. I had other interests. <br><br> "What's The Girls?" I nearly backed up into her, the shock of my crew probably mirroring my own. She was so quiet. They had been looking her way the whole time and yet, her announcement had been the first any of us had noticed her. <br><br> "Uhhh..." I twisted, veering away and past her. Well, I tried. She interposed herself. <br><br> "Why do I get the sense that you're about to bullshit me." <br><br> I shot daggers at Ethan, knowing he was about to out me. "I'm not. I told you, I'm heading to Della's." <br><br> "Right. The last time I tried to call her parents, no one picked up." <br><br> One of my hands fidgeted with the hem of my skirt. The other resituated my night bag, shifting it behind me as if she were about to rifle through it. I looked back, seeking support, but The Boys were gone. "Well her Mom is a nurse, works late, ya know?" <br><br> She nodded, hands on her hips letting me know that was not a winning argument. <br><br> "It's just a sleepover." <br><br> "And when I call you in a couple hours...I'm not going straight to voicemail?" Yeah, I'd been doing that a //bit// too often. <br><br> <div id="mom"> <<crossroads #mom>> <<path>> Lie. <<contents>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel -->> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> "Do you really think I'm up to something?" <br><br> "Yes." <br><br> "What." <br><br> A hard look. My eyes insisted. "You're really going to Della's?" I nodded. "And you'll be there all night." I nodded, using my experience of the first nod to inform the second. "Pick up when I call you." <br><br> "I will." And I was off, not giving her a second to change her mind. <br><br> I didn't pick up later that night and got in trouble for it, but I still got to go [[out|CC021 - Club]]. <<path>> Skip tonight. <<contents>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Wiles ++>> "Yeah. I mean, if you're really like...sus or whatever--" <br><br> She nodded. <br><br> "Then look. I don't need to go to Della's." I wasn't about to sacrifice everything for just one night. She could call the cops on me and that was the last thing I wanted. <br><br> She frowned, confused, "Really." <br><br> I dropped the bag off my shoulder, turning to head back to my room, "I'll pick up when you call later. But it'll be through this wall--" I tapped on it, "So that's just like...weird. But whatever." <br><br> I shut the door. I had weighed the situation and using guilt and trust might be better than trying to slip around her. <br><br> So I stayed in, despite my phone blowing //up// all night. It earned me enough brownie points with the powers that be that I didn't have to skip out again. It was well-worth sacrificing one night for [[many|CC021 - Club]]. <<path>> Sneak out anyway. <<contents>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel -= 2>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> "Yeah. I mean, if you're really like...sus or whatever--" <br><br> She nodded. <br><br> "Then look. I don't need to go to Della's." Just let her //think// I was staying in. <br><br> She frowned, confused, "Really." <br><br> I dropped the bag off my shoulder, turning to head back to my room, "I'll pick up when you call later. But it'll be through this wall--" I tapped on it, "So that's just like...weird. But whatever." <br><br> I set up as good of a 'me-in-bed' as I could manage before slipping out the window. I was late and had to rush over to not make the girls wait too long. I was pretty giddy when my feet hit the sidewalk, dashing off for the night out. <br><br> Her hackles were already up, so it wasn't surprising that I was caught red-handed. Grounded for a month. Didn't stop me from sneaking out again, because I needed to keep going [[out|CC021 - Club]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Club.png">> <<outfit club>> "This is not you." Steely-eyed, he fluttered the plastic in the air in front of my face. It wasn't but it had worked enough before that I was as incredulous as if it //was// me. <br><br> "Yes. It. Is. How many times am I going to have to say that for you to believe me?" It was a new club and this bouncer was having none of me. Usually it didn't matter if you were cute enough, young enough...they just wanted bodies in the door to get guys buying drinks. But this guy seemed to go by the letter of the law. <br><br> "Zero. Because I'm not gonna. I //will// be recycling this though. Get a better fake," he peered at the name again, "Samantha..." Maybe I should have found one that actually had <<print $Body.hair>> hair. And <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes. Shiiittt. <br><br> <div id="bouncer"> <<crossroads #bouncer>> <<path>> Try and convince him in the tried-and-true method of girls and bouncers from time immemorial. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> My hand dropped to his, stepping into him as I tried to extricate the card from his grasp. He was a big guy, but the feel of my touch on his palm, the bare skin of my chest against his bicep -- and for good measure, I gave his hand a little tug so he brushed my supple thigh -- stopped him. His eyes considered me. <br><br> "I prefer Sammy." My hand pulled his back and forth against the enticing heat and recently shorn skin of my leg, "Shorter. Easier. Like a sandwich. A snack." <br><br> My fingers slowly loosened the ID from him, they were now occupied where I had been teasing them. We stepped aside from the door together. The other bouncer didn't even deign to recognize his partner was deserting him. He probably knew his time was coming soon. <br><br> I plopped the shitty fake back in my clutch as I let him guide me around. He knew the setup better than I did. And if we were aligned, he had a spot in mind. I couldn't help but smile at the poor sods in line, dying for the opportunity to get into the club. Dying for an opportunity with a girl like me. And here I was just giving it up in front of them to the powerful men denying them entry. Entry in multiple forms. <br><br> New York doesn't really have alleys, but it does have places besides dumpsters. The ground was gross. I don't know how he managed the smell, but I'm guessing getting blown turned off that consideration. <br><br> He didn't touch me, just let me use my head and hands. He let me be in control -- probably knowing I didn't want to be mussed for when I ''did'' get inside. <br><br> I spat onto the ground beside the dumpster, dabbing my lips with some of the tissues from my bag. I got up, trying to avoid looking at what I had picked up on my bare knees as he guided me quickly back around front and past the same sod in line...and through the door. <br><br> I was overjoyed with the palate cleanser of my first drink a few minutes later. I let the girls know what had kept me held up. They barely flinched. Though we all did agree I needed to get a better fake. It was just another night, another part of getting to have my [[fun|CC022 - Club]]. <<path>> Call it a loss. Don't need to lose my ID, get my parents called //and// end up banned here. <<contents>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<set $People['CC'].M.rel ++>> <<set $People['CC'].Drew.rel ++>> <<set $People['CC'].Ethan.rel ++>> I sighed and nodded, going to my phone to text the girls that I wouldn't be in. <br><br> <<call "Lexi">>"Just blow him!"<</call>> <br><br> <<call "Ava">>"A couple minutes == rest of the night!"<</call>> <br><br> <<call $CC.FName>>"Ugh. I told u that ID was trash."<</call>> <br><br> I played it cool. I just wasn't like them. And they'd get over my absence soon enough. <br><br> Literally a few minutes later the text thread stopped. I had enough memories of other nights to know the kinds of things that were happening that distracted them from me. <br><br> I swung by to hang with The Boys instead. They appreciated me in my dress, so that was a win for the evening. Oh, and Drew was more than willing to help hook me up with a better ID maker. So two wins. <br><br> There would be other nights [[anyway|CC022 - Club]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel -->> <<outfit club>> My skin prickled as I applied mascara, flashes of excitement hitting me as I thought about tonight's commencement of the "Legendary Tour." It was tradition passed down from year to year by the girls who went out at school: where to go, in what order, who to talk to, what to say. It was kinda like an initiation or hazing, but only the fun parts and no one was monitoring or judging you (more than usual). <br><br> Leaning back from the mirror, I appraised my efforts: turning my head one way, then the other, hands tugging down at the hem of my LBD. I lifted up onto the balls of my feet, twisted my hips slightly, patted my stomach and grinned. Fuck. I looked hot. <br><br> <<if $CC.parents == "together" || $CC.parents == "loved" || $CC.adoptive == "grandparents">> I had my whole routine prepared over the years: a rotation of who I was 'staying with,' what I wore over my outfit and a non-descript bag that both held what I needed to swap out yet didn't look garish when I was out. I barely waved on my way out the door, even to the chorus of "Have fun!" "Say Hi to..." "Don't stay up too late!" <<else>> I never bothered hiding it anymore, legs and cleavage on full display, clomping out the door in my heels, sometimes I got a wave, occasionally a "Be safe," but usually it was as if I hadn't disturbed a soul. <</if>> <br><br> And then...I was out! <br><br> The cool night air of Spring caressed my bare skin <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>and uncovered slit<</if>>, nipples perking as I <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>unceremoniously plopped into the Uber<<else>>made my way to the train<</if>> to meet up with the others. <br><br> Rolling up to the first spot of the evening: Tao, I was unsurprised to see Ava already working the doorman. Not that she needed to. Our school had been coming here for long enough simply saying the name would get you considered a regular -- but she enjoyed the attention. <br><br> <<if $CC.FFsex == "F">><<print $CC.FFName>><<set $CC.FName = $CC.FFName>><<else>>My girl Maddy<<set $CC.FName = "Maddy">><</if>> was wearing the cute pink version of my minidress. I grabbed her into a tight hug. The people standing behind the stanchion almost assuredly received flashes of our asses. I didn't care. Clubbing meant people saw things you didn't want them to. Or did. Just a matter of how you were feeling at the moment. <br><br> Della and Lexi rounded out the crew and with my arrival, we were ready to begin the <<linkreplace "Legendary Tour.">> <<Stats Social ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A Geisha painted on a brick wall */ Legendary Tour! <br><br> Only a hint of soy sauce remained in the air: Tao was a restaurant by day, club by night. The expensive rolls and sake had been exchanged for sweaty bodies and alcohol. <br><br> Cover here <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>wasn't too expensive<<else>>was too expensive<</if>> to pay for ourselves, but that wasn't the point. We were out. We were hot. We got drinks. And soon, with just a smile, I had a cocktail in my hand. <br><br> We moved to the center of the dance floor. A Geisha peered down over the partiers from the brick wall where she was painted. We bounced together, taking our first drinks and giggling with glee as the night began. My mind began to wander. I didn't just want Tao to be the first place I went tonight. It was a special night that deserved an auspicious beginning... <br><br> <div id="club"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> /* TODO: Cassie - Here's an instance of adding skill Check popup notification*/ <<skillChecked "Risky" "Excitable">> I knew it was early, but I could hit up that guy by the bathroom for /* TODO: Cassie - Here's an instance of adding and Icon for stat-gated choices. Accepts up to 3 arguments Ex: <<skillCheckIcon "Easy" "Excitable" "Suggestible">> */ <<skillCheckIcon "Easy">> <<link "some blow.">><<replace "#club">> <<Stats Discipline -->> ...I wasn't asking his name. My hand caressed his as I leaned casually against the wall next to him. I let my hip nudge and press against him while my eyes fluttered playfully to his. <br><br> No mention of what I wanted. He knew. His attitude made it clear that he understood what was going on, nonchalant and enjoying the attention. He let me linger, receiving a caress of bare skin or a whiff of my unadulterated (it was early) scent as he made me wait. He made a couple of deals, clearly enjoying having me at his hip brought him a bit more clout. <br><br> My eyeline progressed away from him, noticing my girls having the time of their lives without me. Was this a fool's errand? <br><br> //Right// before I was about to get frustrated and leave, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Head inside..." <br><br> <<skillChecked "Easy">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> Head. Inside. Got it. And in we went, sliding into the stall in the back where the TP dispenser looked like you could ski on it. He gave a nudge at my bare shoulder. I dropped my knees to the cool tile floor and began unzipping his <<linkreplace "pants.">> pants. <br><br> <<cumSpray mouth>> <<face happy runny>> Hair tie was already in hand, knees meeting the cool and sticky floor. A couple minutes later I was flying, stumbling out of the bathroom with a giant grin on my face, mascara running and a mix of tangs at the back of my throat. I wiped my nose and mouth and [[joined the girls|CC023 - Club][$CC.makeIt ++; $CC.attempt = true]]. <</linkreplace>> <<else>> in we went, sliding into the stall in the back where the TP dispenser looked like you could ski on it. He gave a nudge at my bare shoulder. I looked up at him incredulously. "What?" He sighed, looking <<linkreplace "down at me">> down at me. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<cumSpray mouth>> <<face happy runny>> He shook his head, guiding my hand to his open fly. A couple minutes later, I was flying, stumbling out of the bathroom with a giant grin on my face. I wiped my hand across my dress and then cleaned up my nose as I [[joined the girls|CC023 - Club][$CC.makeIt ++; $CC.attempt = true]]. <<else>> <<face angry>> He shoved me unceremoniously out of the stall and I stumbled out of the bathroom, hearing "Cockteasing slut," as the door shut behind me. Awkwardly, I [[joined the girls|CC023 - Club]]. <</if>> <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <br> <</if>> Eh, staying with the pack was good...these were my <<link "GIRLS!">><<replace "#club">> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face happy>> GIRLS! <br><br> The music throbbed, sweat lined the bare curves of our bodies. We alternated, being pulled away for a moment to grind and dance with some rando, make out a bit and then giggling and laughing as we were tugged back, safe, to [[the pack|CC023 - Club]]. <</replace>><</link>> <br> I had to find someone hot. <<link "Now.">><<replace "#club">> <<Stats Easy ++>> Now. I sidled away from the pack as best I could without being //too// obvious. I gave a smirk to <<print $CC.FName>>, caught at the last second, but with a shrug...I was gone. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> Thank god for the door quotas. Beautiful women were in droves and drew my eye. Sure, guys tried when they went out, but we went to a whole 'nother level. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<face ahego>> I was shocked when my wrist was tugged, spinning around and now eye-to-eye with...I'd want my identity private for obvious reasons, so I'll give her the same consideration...let's just say she's been in a Marvel movie or two. <br><br> "Oh. Uh." She beamed at my reaction, pulling me closer and we began to dance. Her fingers intertwined with mine as I felt her tight, trained body through her outfit, our thighs interwoven, bouncing slightly. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>She didn't seem to mind feeling my wetness, skin-to-skin.<<else>>I knew she could feel the heat against her quad. I felt hers.<</if>> <br><br> She hummed in my ear to the music, she didn't know the underlying song, but she was into it. Her breath puffing against my cheek, hands unweaving and moving to each other's sides. <br><br> Then we were making out. Slow, considerate, testing. Our arms moved up around each other's shoulders and that's how I spent Tao: pressed tightly against her as we 'danced,' tongues down each other's throats. <br><br> I think the shock of seeing me with her kept us at Tao too long, but eventually Lexi pulled me away. Ms. Marvel smiled and waved. My heart fluttered. We [[moved on|CC023 - Club][$Memories.push("Made out with Marvel Heroine"); $CC.attempt = true]]. <<else>> I was also thankful for women being, generally, more fluid than men. While I felt a little 'needy'--no single girl spent the time at Tao with me--I got my dance on, I felt some ass, I got some tongue. <br><br> And then, Lexi was dragging me out of the club. We [[moved on|CC023 - Club][$CC.attempt = true]]. <</if>> <<else>> Even with the door quotas, men were on the hunt and beautiful women were in droves. <br><br> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> Oof! I was pulled and found myself face-to-face with...how did //he// get in? Gross, older, disheveled. He clearly hadn't come with lady friends and now his hands were snaking their way around my hipbones to my ass. <br><br> I laughed, "Oh uh, hi." I don't know if he heard me over the music, so I leaned in and yelled it into his ear. He didn't respond, but accepted me getting closer to lock me in. <br><br> Feeling the pressure between his legs against my body, I could sense his eagerness. My dress was being inched up around my <<link "waist">><<upper "dress_littleblack_up">><</link>> and as he got a gauge on my demeanor, it didn't take him long before he was grinding against me firmly and worming his hand down to my pussy from behind. <br><br> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> I grunted, chin and nose leaning against him as his fingers found my lack of underwear and one stuffed inside me. We were less dancing and more hooking up, but we certainly weren't the only ones here focused on pleasure over fun. <<else>> His fingers rubbed at the cloth between my thighs, testing the waters before pulling them aside and stuffing a finger inside. We were less dancing and more hooking up, but we certainly weren't the only ones here focused on pleasure over fun.<</if>> <br><br> His pants got sticky quick, soaking through his clothing and into my dress. I heard him grunting into my ear and felt him clutching me to stay still. His finger was still too for those moments, then returned to pumping in and out. <br><br> I shifted my hips and tried to guide him, but he couldn't be instructed. I relented because it still felt good. He chuckled, listening to my gasps audible from our closeness. I spent Tao being worked up by this random guy on the dance floor. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>!" Lexi was dragging me away from him and his hands slid from me without complaint. He watched me leaving, fixing my minidress as I was dressed down by her and my friends as we [[moved on|CC023 - Club][$CC.attempt = true]]. <<else>> Oof! I was pulled and found myself face-to-face with...how did //he// get in? Gross, older, disheveled. He clearly hadn't come with lady friends and now his hands were snaking their way around my hipbones to my ass. Pulling them back and with a gentle pressure at his chest, I exited the grasp and found him reluctant but unsurprised, rather than trying to continue with me, he was searching for someone else. <br><br> Whew. That was close. "You alone?" came the words, loud in my ear because...well, they had to be in here. <br><br> I nodded, smiling at a much more acceptable guy. A little salt and pepper at his temples, but I accepted the attention readily and soon we were dancing. He was polite for a bit, but his hands found my rear, dress hiked to my waist as we gyrated. Fuck. I was wet. <br><br> "Oh, bye!" He laughed as suddenly I was yanked away by Lexi, shaking her head at me as I corrected my dress and we [[moved on|CC023 - Club][$CC.attempt = true]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> </div> <</linkreplace>>
<<outfit club>> <<image framed "passage/CC023-Club.png">> We weaved our way through town, exhaustion starting to set in, buzz strong, <<if $CC.makeIt == 1>>heart pounding from the coke,<</if>> as we arrived in Williamsburg at SILO. <br><br> We stumbled towards the door, Lexi flashing a special card she had been given for the night, and the bouncer ushered us into the converted hangar. <br><br> Techno throbbed in the smoky air. Laser lightshows danced across the haze. Projectors swam with images clearly designed for people on drugs. There were ''so'' many people here. <br><br> We had made it through half our list, but I could tell we were all reaching our limit, but we still had to close out the night strong. <<if $CC.attempt == true>>And I was super. SUPER. fucking horny.<</if>> <br><br> <span id="club"> Solidarity would <<link "keep us strong">><<replace "#club">> <<face happy>> ..."You raise me uuuupppp!" How someone had turned Groban into EDM was pretty incredible. We screamed along at the top of our lungs. <br><br> Unlike Tao, SILO was mostly a solo-style event. People came to roll, not necessarily get some ass. <br><br> Our hair sticking to our face or flicking sweat into the crowd, we bounced and rocked, hands on each others arms in a little circle. <br><br> When we sensed someone faltering, someone started a cry: "Legendary!" or screaming their name, or just "Woooo!". Yeah, we were woo girls, but we made it through this part of the evening, sobering up to [[close out strong|CC024 - Club][$CC.makeIt = 0]]. <</replace>><</link>>. Weakest link and whatnot, right? <br> <<if $CC.attempt == true>> I needed to find some <<link "relief">><<replace "#club">> arr. ee. ell. eye. ee. effffff me, //now//. <br><br> Tao hadn't been the only place that had spun my hormones into a tizzy, but from site one, I was a wet one. <br><br> SILO wasn't a meat market the way that some of the other clubs were, <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">>which just meant I'd have to rely on the other sex<<else>>but guys were guys no matter where we were<</if>>. I leaned in to tell Della I needed to go to the bathroom and moved through the crowd on my hunt. I sensed the group was breaking out into their own little adventures and I wondered if everyone would make it to the final 'round'. <br><br> I would, though, I just needed to clear my head with...oh, //hello//. I grinned at an Adonis of a man and only slightly stumbled as I changed trajectory, probably salivating. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> He grinned right back and motioned me over. "What's your name?" As he stepped backward, his presence and size moving people out of his way. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>" <br><br> "That's cute. It's loud in here, though. Wanna get outta here?" He was grinning broadly, cock-sure and testing the waters. He could smell my need...maybe literally. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<Stats Easy ++>> Without a word, I fell in tow and slid into the Uber with him. He nudged me over and we gave the driver a show as we went back to [[his place|CC024 - Club][$CC.makeIt = 3]]. <<else>> <<face ahego>> "Well it's wet in //here//..." I countered, guiding his hand between my <<link "legs">><<upper "dress_littleblack_up">><</link>>. He clutched at the sensation and tried to pull me with his fingers towards the door, but the pull hit my g-spot perfectly and that was all I needed. <br><br> I convulsed slightly as he got me stutter-stepping with him towards the door. Thankfully, my peak was over before he could abscond with me. Nudging his hand free from me with a contented sigh he looked disappointed but clearly proud, thinking he had some god-like skill. <br><br> Libido quenched, I left Adonis behind, pushing through the Molly-mass and tried to find my girls. Slowly, I reassembled the crew and we tried to make the best of it and sobered up to [[close out strong|CC024 - Club][$CC.makeIt = 0]] <</if>> <<else>> He seemed struck and a little unsure of what to do when I was suddenly saying hi, hand on his forearm. He looked down at me and nodded, considering. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> I leaned forward, cleavage on display, <<if $Body.tits == "small">>what little I had to offer, <</if>>and brushed my touch up his arm, and then back down, "<<print $CC.name>>...nice shoes." <br><br> I don't know why //that// line came to mind, but I could tell I was losing him and it was the first thing that popped in there. <br><br> He understood and shrugged, "Come on." Leading me out of SILO unceremoniously. <br><br> <span id="innerClub"> Oh. I guess this would end my <<link "Legendary Tour?">><<replace "#innerClub">> <<Stats Easy -->> No thanks. Didn't need it //that// bad. <br><br> Libido killed dead, I let him leave SILO before he noticed I wasn't behind him, pushing through the Molly-mass and tried to find my girls. Slowly, I reassembled the crew and we tried to make the best of it and sobered up to [[close out strong|CC024 - Club][$CC.makeIt = 0]] <</replace>><</link>>...but I <<link "needed">><<replace "#innerClub">> <<Stats Easy ++>> ...but I needed a hot guy on me, like yesterday. <br><br> Without a word, I fell in tow and slid into the Uber with him. He nudged me over and we gave the driver a show as we went back to [[his place|CC024 - Club][$CC.makeIt = 3]]. <</replace>><</link>> </span> <<else>> His forearm left my fingertips and he leaned slightly away from me. He shook his head, frowning and pointing to his ear, mouthing, "Can't hear you..." and moments later disappeared into the crowd. <br><br> <<Stats Confident -->> Wow. Confidence killer. Libido killer for sure. Tears welled up in my eyes and I pushed through the Molly-mass and tried to find my girls. Slowly, I reassembled the crew and we tried to make the best of it and sobered up to [[close out strong|CC024 - Club][$CC.makeIt = 0]] <</if>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <br> <</if>> Power on with the <<link "power of alcohol">><<replace "#club">> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<face happy>> path to the barrrr! I wasn't the only one fragmenting our little wolfette pack, and I wondered if we'd all make it to the final 'round'. <br><br> SILO wasn't a meat market the way Tao was, which just meant I had to be a little bit more available to get some drinks. But the drinks came and my buzz kept me above the rising tide. I squealed "Woo!" and danced by the bar, mostly trying to ignore the pawing mitts of the men who were [[helping me imbibe|CC024 - Club][$CC.makeIt = 2]]. <</replace>><</link>>! <br> Clearly drugs were to be had. <<link "Keeping me high">><<replace "#club">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<face happy>> Drugs. Drugs...druuuugs. Weed would be an easy get, but I didn't want ''down'', I wanted __lifffft__. I could probably source some powder, but not as easily as other clubs on our list. M.D.M.Aaaay! There we go. Baggy changing hands. <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> I fished some cash from my hiding spot and palmed it to the hipster-looking MF. Playing it cool, he played it cooler. This was a Friday night for him. It was a Friday night for me too, but...nevermind. I opened the bag and popped one in my mouth. <br><br> It dissolved on my tongue and soon I was bouncing along with the rest of the crowd, arms up, head swinging side to side. <br><br> I have no concept of how long I was in my own little world, but Della, good 'triple-dee' Della, designated driver Della...she couldn't drive, but, oh! We're in another uuuuber. I played with her hair, breathing heavily as the girls talked about something or other. <br><br> This was a [[fun night|CC024 - Club][$CC.makeIt = 1]]. <<else>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> No cash on me and drugs weren't the same thing as drinks, ya couldn't just stand by a dealer until someone tried using that as a pathway to pussy. <br><br> <<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> Tried and true methods worked for a reason. I casually walked up to him and leaned close, letting the curve and softness of my chest be the first subtle clue, "Pop ya for a pill?" Less subtle. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>He looked me over and nodded with a wry grin<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>>He looked shocked that someone that looked like //me// was making the offer<</if>>. He unzipped. Far less subtle, but clearly he thought that no one would notice, or no one would care. <br><br> The converted hangar truly didn't have more private spots and he didn't want to give up his posting. My knees felt the cold and rough concrete as I began to work. He freed my tits as an extra bonus for him and anyone <<linkreplace "around.">> <<cumSpray mouth>> around. <br><br> The dissolving pill didn't cut the taste, but it did have be bouncing along with the rest of the crowd, arms up, head swinging side to side. <br><br> I have no concept of how long I was in my own little world, but Della, good 'triple-dee' Della, designated driver Della...she couldn't drive, but, oh! We're in another uuuber. She was urging my dress up over my chest, "Thanks, Del." I played with her hair, breathing heavily as the girls talked about something or other. <br><br> This was a [[fun night|CC024 - Club][$CC.makeIt = 1]]. <</linkreplace>> <<else>> I wasn't smooth about this, letting the curve and softness of my chest be the first subtle clue, "Pop ya for a pill?" Yeah, not subtle. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>He looked me over and nodded with a wry grin<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>>He looked shocked that someone that looked like //me// was making the offer<</if>>. He unzipped. Far less subtle, but clearly he thought that no one would notice, or no one would care. <br><br> The converted hangar truly didn't have more private spots and he didn't want to give up his posting. My knees felt the cold and rough concrete as I began to work. He freed my tits as an extra bonus for him and anyone <<linkreplace "around.">> <<cumSpray mouth>> around. <br><br> The dissolving pill didn't cut the taste, but it did have be bouncing along with the rest of the crowd, arms up, head swinging side to side. <br><br> I have no concept of how long I was in my own little world, but Della, good 'triple-dee' Della, designated driver Della...she couldn't drive, but, oh! We're in another uuuber. She was urging my dress up over my chest, "Thanks, Del." I played with her hair, breathing heavily as the girls talked about something or other. <br><br> This was a [[fun night|CC024 - Club][$CC.makeIt = 1]]. <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <<else>> <<face angry>> Fuck. Guess I wasn't getting any if I wasn't giving any. I pushed through the mass that //was// on Molly and tried to find my girls. Slowly, I reassembled the crew and we tried to make the best of it and sobered up to [[close out strong|CC024 - Club][$CC.makeIt = 0]] <</if>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> would keep me up. </span>
<<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> <<image framed "passage/hsv.bedroom.png">> <<outfit naked>> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<cumSpray pussy3 thighs1>> <<face hurt2>> I don't remember if I screamed, but my brain did. I felt like a vampire as the morning sun seared my eyes. I turned away, clutching sheets...these weren't my sheets. <br><br> They were sticking to me too. <br><br> Clenching my eyes I slid out of the bed. Carefully, because everything hurt. I stumbled around for my dress...found it. I <<link "pulled it over">><<outfit club>><</link>> my naked body as I took in the bare back of some guy. <br><br> My inner thighs were tacky, and a quick finger check: yep, pussy smelled heavily of bleach. <<if $Body.fertile == true>>Fuuuuck. Kay. Too late. Deal with that later.<<else>>Happy that I was safe, I just hoped I didn't catch anything.<</if>> <br><br> I grabbed my heels and slid out of the basement apartment and found myself looking at the city. I was in fucking Jersey City. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Social'].base --]]. <br><br> <<set _primaryTextOutput = "Being drunk was no excuse...but no one would know. The girls would never say anything. Right?">> <<set _secondTextPrefix = "Welp.">> <<set _secondaryTextOutput = " just couldn't find out. I wish I remembered last night more, so that the infidelity had been given me something in return.">> <<include "CC000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<vCardCheck "Unknown rando that ended my Legendary tour" M>> <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 2>> <<face drunk>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A tattoo couch */ Lit. tle. Sistahhh. I maaaade it. <br><br> We were exhausted, and we'd lost Lexi along the way -- even Ava was showing it. <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>>I moved without the tell-tale signs, holding up better than any of them. <</if>>We clambered inside the bougie lounge, getting eye rolls from the buttoned up suits and ties, because we definitely looked the part of partiers. And if it weren't for Ava's pass, a bouncer certainly would have ejected me for fear that I'd eject on someone. <br><br> I dropped into the lounge at the back, eager for its embrace as the Legendaries looked me over. One corrected the hem of my skirt. The rest began talking to Ava and <<print $CC.FName>> about the night's tales, especially how I ended up...this way. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A tattoo couch */ <<include rightearcloseup>> There's a vague recollection of them deciding whether or not I deserved the final right, but Della insisted and helped carry me to the nearby parlor for the final initiation: tattooing "Legendary" behind our right ears. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$CC.traits.push("Tats"); $Body.tattooStyle['Ear'] = "Ear"; $Stats.Skills['Social'].base ++]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 3>> <<face hurt2>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Blazing Morning Sun */ <<outfit naked>> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> The morning sun seared my eyes. I turned away, clutching the sheets. Fuck. I didn't make it to the end of the tour. <br><br> My insides felt sore, my body felt relaxed, and my mind replayed the memories of the events of the previous...morning. Well, my needs were satisfied and the gentle rise and fall of the muscular back beside me hinted of his satisfaction as well. <br><br> I grabbed my heels, found my <<link "dress">><<outfit club>><</link>> and checked on his side of the bed: Condom, check. Cool. Good good. I double checked with my fingers and was pretty sure that all I felt was me. I tasted it. Yep, just me. <br><br> I took the elevator down and hailed a cab. I didn't complete the tour and would certainly get roasted for this, but I had a fun night. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Social'].base --]]. <br><br> <<set _primaryTextOutput = "Being drunk was no excuse...but no one would know. The girls would never say anything. Right?">> <<set _secondTextPrefix = "Welp.">> <<set _secondaryTextOutput = " just couldn't find out. I wish I remembered last night more, so that the infidelity had been given me something in return.">> <<include "CC000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<vCardCheck "Adonis" M "Adonis that ended my Legendary tour">> <<else>> Little Sister. Last stop. Holy fuck, we made it. <br><br> We were exhausted, Lexi was flagging, even Ava was showing it. <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>>I moved without the tell-tale signs, holding up better than any of them. <</if>>We clambered inside the bougie lounge, getting eye rolls from the buttoned up suits and ties, because we definitely looked the part of partiers. <br><br> Thankfully, there was a lounge set aside by the last group of Legendaries. Butterflies tickled the insides of my ribcage as we plopped down beside them. They nodded, impressed and bought us a round. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A tattoo couch */ <<include rightearcloseup>> We regaled them with tales of the evening and then led us to a nearby parlor for the final initiation: tattooing "Legendary" behind our right ears. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$CC.traits.push("Tats"); $Body.tattooStyle['Ear'] = "Ear"; $Stats.Skills['Social'].base ++]]. <</if>>
<<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<set $CC.danceStyles = ["Ballet1"]>> <<outfit ballerina>> <<backdrop "passage/cc.dance.png">> <<image framed "passage/cc.dance.png">> I had grown up with a barre at my side, plié at the ready, and a tutu in my closet. I understood the rigors and expectations, and the pressure of recitals. <br><br> While adolescence had taken my weekly lessons down, I found that I missed it. I missed the structure, I missed working in tandem with others, I missed learning new techniques. <br><br> So, I gathered up my willpower -- I was out of practice and I'd be behind the curve -- and checked a local studio for classes to enroll during my free afternoons. <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC021 - Dance][$CC.makeIt = 1]]>> Intermediate Ballet seemed doable. <<path [[CC021 - Dance][$CC.makeIt = 2]]>> Could try something completely different with Hip Hop. <<path [[CC021 - Dance][$CC.makeIt = 3]]>> Ballroom, for all those balls that happen...so often. <<path [[CC021 - Dance][$CC.makeIt = 4]]>> Or stretch the basics of Ballet into Contemporary. <</crossroads>>
<<outfit dance>> <<backdrop "passage/cc.dance.png">> When I had left dance behind, I hadn't been confronted with more than the beginnings of the changes in my body. Now, they were impossible to ignore. The girls assembled in the changing room before class, like me transitioning from school to dance attire. <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">> <br><br> I felt right at home, seeing the hardwood on almost everyone's downstairs, aligned with the immaculate studio's floors. <<else>> <br><br> <span id="dancehair"> Shock isn't the right word for it. The school locker room showed many girls went for a clean, tidy or bare approach. But dancers, clearly it was a cultural thing. I didn't realize the uniformity was so...complete. <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">> <<set $Body.pubes = "bikini">> <br><br> At the very least, the leotards wouldn't allow me my freestyle hair, so I cleaned myself up. <<else>> <br><br> I had to decide: <<link "assimilate">><<replace "#dancehair">> <<set $Body.pubes = "bald">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "not">><<replace "#dancehair">> <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> </span> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballet2")>> I was like a fish to water, hips in, elbows up, stomach engaged. But the others, __damn__ they had been training all this time. I was that gawky girl in the corner that they were probably laughing at in between lessons. <br><br> So, I pushed myself. I drilled at home in front of the full-length mirror. My toes ached. My calves would randomly spasm in the middle of class. <br><br> But I was going to [[make up|CC022 - Dance]] for lost time. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 2>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("HipHop1")>> <<outfit hiphop>> <<face happy>> Shit, this was ''fun''. Granted it wasn't the first time I had tried to learn a combination from a music video, but now I actually looked good doing it. <br><br> Popping my pussy, shaking my ass, and even a session on Krumping. This was so much different from the staid, restrained and 'classical' aesthetics of ballet. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>And there were guys to dance with! Like, really dance with.<</if>> <br><br> Time to focus. Different was good, but different also meant my body hadn't developed the muscle memory [[yet|CC022 - Dance]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 3>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Ballroom1")>> <<outfit elegantdress>> It wasn't as stodgy as I expected it to be. Sure, the first bit learning a boxstep was tedious and eye-roll inducing, but then we got into Salsa and some Swing -- I never expected to be learning the Lindy! This was so much different from the staid, restrained and 'classical' aesthetics of ballet. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>And there were guys to dance with! Not how I typically would, but it was fun and exhilarating.<</if>> <br><br> Time to focus. Different was good, but different also meant my body hadn't gotten the timing and movements into muscle memory [[yet|CC022 - Dance]]. <<else>> <<run $CC.danceStyles.push("Contemporary1")>> <<outfit hiphop>> This was ''difficult''. Everything was so exact and so different from Ballet. Not because of the rhythm or approach, but because there was such versatility to what was asked of you. And there was personal nuance to every movement. Some of my nuance seemed expected, the rest was 'not doing it right.' <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> But there were ''guys'' to dance with...and while it still was all 'implied', there were definitely undertones that you couldn't miss between yourself and them when you were moving together.<</if>> <br><br> Time to focus. Different was good, but different also meant my body hadn't gotten the timing and movements into muscle memory [[yet|CC022 - Dance]]. <</if>>
<<outfit dance>> <<backdrop "passage/cc.dance.png">> <<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Pliant Limbs')>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("fit")>> <</if>> <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("legs")>> <</if>> It came to me slowly, like pulling gently at threads of a memory until it came to the forefront of your mind. And then the fluidity returned to my limbs, my positions became more exact, my actions more precise. <br><br> Couldn't come near the girls who had been doing it for ages, but I narrowed the gap substantially and received even a nod from Evelyn, my instructor. Not sure if it was being impressed or that I was present. <br><br> As we wrapped for the season, I reflected and, passing by my trusty room mirror I also saw my reflection -- if my body wasn't different now, more of a ballerina's form, I'll be damned -- <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>>those lithe and elegant legs,<</if>><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>>that extreme tightness and toning to my muscles,<</if>> so I guess it had perks beyond higher jumps. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 2>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> Popping and locking, the right purse of the lips, the right energy in the eyes. All the pieces of the new puzzle came to me, locking into place as my isolations got more refined and my hips worked differently in their sockets. <br><br> It was also a relief to be able to wear whatever you wanted to class and for what I learned to have just a ''bit'' more applicability to a more daily use-case. <br><br> As we wrapped the session of classes, I felt more at home in my body and with a bit more versatility to the way I could move. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 3>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> Everything came down to rhythm. There wasn't too much variation in what was moving or how far, but your timing had to be great to make this look effortless and good. Funny how much work it was to make it look like no work. <br><br> And goddamn if it wasn't nice to have a 'lead'. The partnership in the dances was something I missed in the more solitary ballet performing. And here, you could essentially wear what you wanted which was nice. <br><br> As we wrapped the session of classes, I felt not only more connected to my body and how I could move, but also developed some friendships and connection to the others in my class. This was a far more social version of dancing. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> There was something calming and peaceful about performing a piece. Perfecting it was rigorous and the execution was exacting, but as it coalesced in form first in each individual and then as the group, it felt transcendent. <br><br> It also felt more 'now' and at home than ballet. Like the natural evolution of what I had been taught originally. <br><br> As we wrapped the session of classes, I welcomed the massive versatility that contemporary dance had brought into my repertoire. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>>
<<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel -->> /*IMAGE (Needed): Night sky */ Boredom was usually the main motivator for what we did on those nights in town. The three of us, staring up at the stars, Allie smoking a cigarette, Raymond swigging from a Coors can, eventually would just get bored and one of us would come up with some random idea that sounded more fun than sitting around or going home. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Raymond">>It was one of those random ideas that led to Raymond and I eventually getting together. It didn't seem overtly sexual of purposeful at the time, but eventually it was him and me in the cab and Allie in the bed.<</if>> <br><br> That night, like it always seemed to end up being, it was... <br><br> <div id="mischief"> <<crossroads #mischief>> <<path>> Joyriding <<contents>> Taking turns behind the wheel, we spun out in the dirt, squealing as we felt the truck rock, threatening to go end over end. Or it was screaming down the highway, pulling into oncoming traffic until the very last moment. More often than not, we'd end up in the culvert laughing and crying -- partially from fear, partially from excitement -- as the truck whined and climbed back onto the asphalt. <br><br> We challenged the world, we pushed the limits of the vehicle and our own adrenaline. It was fun, but looking back it was [[stupid|CC021 - Vandal][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++]]. <<path>> Shooting <<contents>> Raymond had his dad's .45 and he was more than happy to pop open the glove compartment and hand over the ammunition. We'd head out to some field with a downed tree or clean stump. We'd arrange the empty Coors cans and whatever odds and ends happened to be lying along the floorboards. <br><br> At first it was just target practice in the failing light, but we got adventurous quick, attempting flashy technique that none of us were really certain we'd execute until the trigger went off. <br><br> We laughed and screamed as the hand-cannon's report went off. Looking back, we were fortunate, and didn't hurt anyone, not even [[ourselves|CC021 - Vandal][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++]]. <<path>> Skinnydipping <<contents>> Sometimes it'd be a lake or a pond, or the creek, but the water was cold, even during the Summer and who knew what was growing or living in it. So, mostly this meant hopping the fence into someone's pool, or breaking into the school and taking a swim. <br><br> Maybe it was the excitement at possibly getting caught -- and we got caught -- or it was the difficulty of trying to figure out ways in and around the locks, but there was something about being where we shouldn't have been that was incredibly fun. <br><br> And it never hurt to be naked, listening to the water lapping, most of the lights being off and having your heart pumping around people you trusted. We'd laugh and play, and eye each other's bare forms even though we'd seen them time and again. <br><br> Play would turn to __play__ and our laughter would drop off into making out, curled against each other until we got too cold or until we got [[kicked out|CC021 - Vandal][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Easy'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base ++]]. <<outfit naked>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Vandal.png">> Raymond had a bright red Ford F-150. It was primarily used to haul on his dad's farm, but dusty or not, it was our best friend. It made the quaintness of our town bearable as the monster engine revved and sent us all rumbling down the open roads. It served as entertainment, transportation, housing, and getaway vehicle all in one. <br><br> I was in the flatbed, bumping along one of the backroads, hands clawed into the plastic so I wouldn't go flying to my death, when Raymond called out through the window to me, "Shitty what Ava did today." <br><br> "Uh, yup! Surprising absolutely no one," Allison, beside me bandwagoning. <br><br> "Wanna get back at her?" I couldn't see Ray's eyes, but I could see the hint of a wry grin pulling back his cheek. "I'll take that look and quiet as a yes." <br><br> Allie squealed and smacked at my thighs, "Gunna git that bitch!" <br><br> <div id= "stop"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> My stomach was in my throat. <<link "Should I stop him?">><<replace "#stop">> I clambered up to the window at the back of the cab as the treads tried to get purchase at the loose, dry soil, "Ray, her Dad owns half the //town//..." <br><br> "What? Can't hear you?" His grin was demonic. I reached in through the window and tugged at his wifebeater, "Rayyy..." <br><br> He sighed, rolling his eyes as he let the truck naturally come to a stop, "Okay, then, <<print $CC.name>>...what ''should'' we get up to?" <br><br> <div id = "else"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> I caught him eyeing down my shirt. "Ya ever hear of <<link "Lady Godiva?">><<replace "#else">> <<Stats Wiles ++>> I spent the next couple minutes telling Raymond the story, and then only another minute explaining what I had in mind. The moment he understood it meant me, naked, he was on-board. <br><br> The car rumbled its way towards the pavement that led to Main Street and I was figuring out how to stay standing in the back of the vehicle. <br><br> Allie motioned with one hand, other one at the ready with her phone to record, "Alrighty, Lady, git nekkid." The buildings at the edge of the actual town were coming into focus. <br><br> I pulled my clothes <<link "off">><<outfit naked>><</link>> as best I could, alternating hands for bracing on the lips of the flatbed. I tossed the clothes at Allie as she recorded in a vain attempt to get her to stop or cover the lenses. <br><br> She squealed out and laughed as I bounced and jiggled, trying to stay upright and naked as the day I was born. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>> My inner ear won out and despite the Ford being completely not intended for this function, I stayed up, waving and laughing at the people who we passed. <br><br> I smacked at the window and yelled at Raymond the couple of times he purposefully slowed down. And then, when he heard the peal of sirens, he knew our fun time was over. Allie pulled me down and Raymond [[sped off|CC022 - Vandal]]. <<else>> Shiitttt. The momentum of the vehicle had me tumbling, Allie grasped for my hand and missed. I fell out the back unceremoniously and dropped square on my ass. I watched Raymond fishtailing away as the Sheriff pulled up in front of me. <br><br> Thankfully, he threw his jacket over me which offered me a modicum of cover as I sat in the jail, awaiting someone to pick me up. <br><br> The deputy and the drunks enjoyed seeing essentially all of me for the next couple hours. They played it off but I knew they didn't mind. And fuck, [[jail is cold|CC022 - Vandal]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>" <br> <</if>> <br><br> " <<link "Donuts in Erikson's fields?">><<replace "#else">> <<Stats Discipline ++>>"Like last week?" He sighed and peeled off, bee-lining towards the farm that hadn't had time to recover from last week's antics. <br><br> I looked over at Allie, disassociating and [[clearly disappointed|CC022 - Vandal]]. <</replace>><</link>> </div> <</replace>><</link>> <</if>> <br> I <<link "matched his grin">><<replace "#stop">> <<Stats Risky ++>> He laughed, smacking his meaty hands against the steering wheel as he took a hard turn and I took a hard fall in the back. <br><br> <div id = "ava"> Allie helped me reposition, our backs to the cab. I outlined my thoughts, "Could do a <<link "drive-by">><<replace "#ava">> <<face happy>> We took a slight detour over to the Farm Stores drive-through to grab a couple dozen eggs. We received firm glares from Chester, who manned the register in the afternoons, but we just smiled it off and hoped he wouldn't be dialing the Sheriff when we rolled out. <br><br> The sound either drowned out the sirens, or we were good to go, so Raymond pulled out towards the edge of town where Ava's dad had deigned build his monument to wealth. <br><br> Having a gate is a double-edged sword, and thankfully hid the highly visible truck. Each of us had a carton under our arms, humming that Bridge on the River Kwai song as we rounded the corner towards Ava's room. <br><br> A handful of pebbles scooped into my hand, I began to ping at her window. After a couple, I saw a shadow moving inside, curious about the noise. <br><br> "Git'er!" Allison was about to toss, and I grabbed her wrist, motioning for her to wait a tic. She nodded, surprised, but then we watched Ava push her window ajar, then further to look outside. <br><br> "Roger?" Ava thought it was romance come knocking. Nope. Eggs flew. We mostly caught the sill and the stonework of the facade, but one -- we debated whose it was -- caught her square in the face before she could hide away. <br><br> We heard her yelp and high-pitched wail. We hooted happily and high-tailed it out of there. [[Call it even|CC022 - Vandal][$Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++]], Ava. <</replace>><</link>>." <br><br> She nodded and shrugged, "'course." <br><br> "Orrrr...she does have that <<link "new Benz">><<replace "#ava">> Allie hooted and smacked my thigh excitedly. I couldn't help but grin ear to ear as Raymond took the detour towards the Farm Stores. Her shining new car had been an emblem of the difference, the superiority, between her and us. Her and everyone. <br><br> We bought a couple dozen eggs while Chester, register guy in the afternoons for the drive-through, gave us all firm, disappointed looks. I crossed my fingers that he wouldn't alert the Sheriff and listened intently as we headed towards the outskirts of town. <br><br> No sirens. Good. And there it was: her dad's monument to wealth. Raymond settled the massive truck in the drive up against the gate. We were in full view of the cameras, but her car was within range. <br><br> We popped open our cartons and began flinging. It was less for accuracy and more for volume, hearing the crackle of a voice at the buzzer -- we didn't have much time. The shells splintered on the newly buffed chassis, oozing yellow and white down the windows and wheels. <br><br> And then the guards came. I heard Raymond curse, accidentally dumping eggs in the seat beside him as he got the truck into gear and pulled out. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>> <<face happy>> My inner ear won out and despite the Ford being completely not intended for this function, I stayed up, waving and laughing at the guards behind us. <br><br> Ava would be [[needing a car wash|CC022 - Vandal][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]], post-haste. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Shiitttt. The momentum of the vehicle had me tumbling, Allie grasped for my hand and missed. I fell out the back unceremoniously and heard something crack. Somehow, I managed to evade capture. <br><br> Ava had suffered a hit to her pride. I had a literal sling and cast for the next few months. You win some, [[you lose some|CC022 - Vandal][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>." </div> <</replace>><</link>>. I ''loved'' the idea. </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC022-Vandal.png">> So, my school has a mascot of sorts. That it's a cow shows just how uninspired these people are. And, well, there's a tradition amongst the kids more like me -- something had to happen to Sue. Now it was my turn. <br><br> <div id = "cow"> There was the tried and true <<link "theft">><<replace "#cow">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy. Raymond had a massive truck, which would make the transportation simple, but it was garishly red. The cow, also: massive. And this wasn't some brilliant, unique idea. Sue had been stolen before and so the district actually assigned more money to monitoring her than the safety of the students. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>> I took it upon myself to solve the last problem. I kept tabs on Mitchell and on the night, I knew exactly when to 'need help getting inside.' <br><br> "Oh, uh hey, Mitchell." <br><br> "Mhmmm...<<print $CC.surname>>" <br><br> "Could you help me? I have a test tomorrow and I left my book in my locker. I really need to grab it and my notes." I bit my lower lip, flashing as puppy-dog <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes as I could. <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes") || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<face happy>> "Well...o-okay little lady. Just this once." I nodded and did a little leprechaun jump as I followed behind Mitchell, leaving Allie and Raymond to move in. <br><br> Pelting my way out the other side of the school and back around to the truck, I was nearly breathless when I met up with the two of them, also huffing as they tried to move a massive bovine into the attached trailer. Who woulda thought: tough to just push a cow. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>> "Guys..." I shook my head, disappointed. It took them a few moments of me waving her pail in front of her face and seeing her ambling forward into the trailer before they understood the idea of literal carrot versus stick. <br><br> And then we were off. Sue in tow. <br><br> It was a little bit of a game at school as the kids tried to sus us out. Eventually we let them know, because we wanted the cred, of course. <br><br> They said they found her and returned her within the week, but I believe Sue is still out in Harv's fields to this day, if her markings are any indication. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Social'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base ++]]. <<else>> And...thats how we were found by Mitchell, returning to his duties and proud to be escorting ne'er-do-wells off property. We received detention the next couple weeks. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base --; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<face angry>> "Sorry, duty's duty, ya know?" He shook his head forlornly. "Best of luck tomorrow, though, little lady." He tipped his hat, as if he were John Wayne, sauntering off on his rounds. I made a mental note to work on my helpless woman act as I headed back to Raymond and Allie, shrugging as they waved at me like 'WTF!' <br><br> We had little other option but to wait for his bathroom break. Raymond idled the truck up to Sue, who lowed in a way that made me wonder if she knew what was coming. <br><br> Behind her and getting a full nose of her recent meals, we pushed, pressed and prodded to get her into the attached trailer we had...borrowed...but who woulda known it'd be difficult to move a bovine like this. <br><br> Soon, we were cow-less and heading home, defeated. Mitchell had chased us off and we received detention the next couple weeks. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base --; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> Pelting my way out the other side of the school and back around to the truck, I was nearly breathless when I met up with the two of them, also huffing as they tried to move a massive bovine into the attached trailer. Who woulda thought: tough to just push a cow. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>> <<face happy>> "Guys..." I shook my head, disappointed. It took them a few moments of me waving her pail in front of her face and seeing her ambling forward into the trailer before they understood the idea of literal carrot versus stick. <br><br> And then we were off. Sue in tow. <br><br> It was a little bit of a game at school as the kids tried to sus us out. Eventually we let them know, because we wanted the cred, of course. <br><br> They said they found her and returned her within the week, but I believe Sue is still out in Harv's fields to this day, if her markings are any indication. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Social'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base ++]]. <<else>> <<face angry>> And...thats how we were found by Mitchell, returning to his duties and proud to be escorting ne'er-do-wells off property. We received detention the next couple weeks. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base --; $Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <br> Sending a <<link "message to the man">><<replace "#cow">> <<Stats Stable -->> Sue was paraded around at school events, usually in some half-assed attempt at a pun or some extended metaphor that never landed with us. <br><br> I thought there might be a better, more direct use of her at the upcoming convocation. So, the night before, I snuck out of the house and headed to the field where they kept Sue. <br><br> Sue had been stolen before, so the district actually assigned more money to monitoring her than the safety of the students. <br><br> I had considered a few methods of maneuvering Mitchell away, but the risk was too great so I decided upon timing his routine. I lay in wait, watching him wander aimlessly, making money for doing nothing except stand in a field. <br><br> As soon as he turned his back, I sprinted across the field and up to the cow, paintbrush and bucket in hand. She lowed and I wondered if she was trying to say, "Oh, please don't..." <br><br> "Sorry, girl." The top of the bucket popped off and I dipped the brush, beginning work. It was difficult, given I didn't want them noticing and cleaning it off in time, so I had to do my best to remember my strokes and watch the glisten. <br><br> Before Mitchell was back, I was off, heading home and preparing part two: <<linkexpand "Black Light">> /* IMAGE (Needed): The Cow, it's dark now and there's a Blacklight message "CALL PETA"! */ <<face happy>> Surreptitiously planting black lights in a venue like our gym was no easy feat. It took multiple passes, checks, and a few skipped classes, but I think I had hidden the power cords and bulbs enough -- but not too much. <br><br> Convocation started and the requisite cheers and rah-rah happened before Headmaster Suarez came out, waving his best Nixon, leading Sue begrudgingly behind him. <br><br> "Thank you! Thank you! Next week is Sadie Hawkins, so I hope you all have -- what's that, Sue?" Suarez bent down as if Sue was whispering to him. Now. <br><br> I hit the switch and before he could land a punchline, the school erupted in laughter as "Call PETA" in bright purple rippled across her fur. <br><br> Suarez turned every shade of red. He jerked upright like someone had shoved a rod up his ass. Quickly, he grabbed her reins and tried to pull her out of the gym -- as fast as a ton of cow would move. <br><br> A second bout of laughter: "PLEASE! <3 <<print $CC.name>>" on the other side. <br><br> It was worth the detention. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Social'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Risky'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]. <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> was always an option. <br><br> And the sweet and simple: <<link "tipping">><<replace "#cow">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Shoulders pushing into the side of a cow */ <<Stats Sophisticated -->> It wasn't going to be easy. Sue was massive. And this wasn't some brilliant, unique idea. Sue had been stolen before, so the district actually assigned more money to monitoring her than the safety of the students. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>> I took it upon myself to solve the last problem. I kept tabs on Mitchell and on the night, I knew exactly when to 'need help getting inside.' <br><br> "Oh, uh hey, Mitchell." <br><br> "Mhmmm...<<print $CC.surname>>" <br><br> "Could you help me? I have a test tomorrow and I left my book in my locker. I really need to grab it and my notes." I bit my lower lip, flashing as puppy-dog <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes as I could. <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes") || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<face happy>> "Well...o-okay little lady. Just this once." I nodded and did a little leprechaun jump as I followed behind Mitchell, leaving Allie and Raymond to move in. <<else>> "Sorry, duty's duty, ya know?" He shook his head forlornly. "Best of luck tomorrow, though, little lady." He tipped his hat, as if he were John Wayne, sauntering off on his rounds. I made a mental note to work on my helpless woman act as I headed back to Raymond and Allie, shrugging as they waved at me like 'WTF!' <br><br> We had little other option but to wait for his bathroom break. We slid out of Raymond's truck and snuck over to Sue, who lowed in a way that made me wonder if she knew what was coming. The three of us leaned into her and the heft of the heifer. <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> Pelting my way out the other side of the school and back around to the truck, I was nearly breathless when I met up with the two of them, also huffing as they tried to move a massive bovine into the attached trailer. Who woulda thought: tough to just push a cow. <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>> <<face happy>> We rocked against her, feet planted as best we could. We gave her shoulders and a good count and there she went. A long, deep moo came from her as she toppled, simply not designed against an attack from the flanks. <br><br> The ground shuddered as she dropped and we scrambled back to Raymond's truck. We high-fived and crowed out the windows as we sped through the town. <br><br> While we had assumed it was just a small mischief we were making, it turned out to have had far broader consequences than we expected. Sue was dead. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>>I didn't care who knew it, I didn't care what people thought. I wanted people to know what I did. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Social'].base ++]]. <<else>> A few people found out, but we mostly kept it to ourselves. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<face hurt1>> We rocked against her, feet planted as best we could. We gave her shoulders, but our count was off and we heard Mitchell yelling. We scrambled, I fell in a mudpie. <br><br> Sue stayed standing and I stayed in the back of the trailer as we sped away. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> </div>
<<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel += 2>> /*IMAGE (Needed): Neighborhood */ It was a warm afternoon, just returning from school and Mr. Strong was working on his gutters. Being old and feeble climbing that high up ladder could cost him a hip. <br><br> "Mr. Strong, Oh, Mr. Strong! Please be careful. Let me help you with that." <br><br> He always struck me as a 'do it yourself' kind of guy, I hardly expected him to take me up on the offer. <br><br> "Why yes, dear. That would be nice," the ladder labor brought the words out with a surprising bellow. Shit. I just wanted the points for the offer. <br><br> Now his assistant, I crossed the lawn to his ladder, the warm breeze reminding me -- I was in a <<link "skirt">><<lower "denimSkirt_up">><</link>>. <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 1 and $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> Agreement being more important than dignity, it looked like the old man would get a show. He descended and I took his place, his hands steadying the base of the ladder. <br><br> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> I could feel his eyes on my bare legs creeping higher as my legs pumped up the rungs of the ladder. I couldn't believe I was flashing my pussy to old man Mr. Strong. I waited for a reaction, possibly the thud of him hitting the ground from a heart attack.. But hey my folks couldn't say I didn't help a neighbor in need. Just might give a little too much help. <br><br> There it came: coughing "Are you alright up there, <<print $CC.name>>?" Looking down, I saw he had downcast his own gaze. He had seen. <br><br> That old sly dog. Thinking of older men in this way usually made my skin crawl, but it felt so naughty and exciting to be on display for him for some reason. <br><br> Digging the leaves and muck from the gutters wasn't something I was prepared for --in more ways than one -- dirtying my hands. My ass shook with every cup-and-toss. I swear, the man nearly had a stroke before the day was out. And it wasn't from the heat. <br><br> With sweat -- I think it was just sweat -- lubricating my inner thighs, I finished up, coming down the ladder, "Take care, [[Mr. Strong|CC021 - Helper]]," <br><br> <<else>> Thankful for underwear, I assured myself the view wasn't unacceptably lewd. I was helping a neighbor, so any judgment had to put that into the balance. <br><br> I balanced at the top, driving from my mind the consideration of //what// pair of underwear I had chosen, focusing on the clog. <br><br> He cleared his throat (I wonder why), "Thank, thank you for all the help <<print $CC.name>>." I peered over my shoulder, catching him just before his gaze dropped. <br><br> "Keep me stable, Mr. Strong. It's no problem. I'll be done in a jiff." I wiggled my ass for effect as I rooted the gutter. It did feel extra stable…maybe a third leg was supporting the ladder that day. <br><br> Job complete, he thanked me as I skipped away, allowing my <<link "skirt">><<lower "denimSkirt_up">><</link>> to flare up one last time. I was devious and extra [[kind-hearted|CC021 - Helper][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]]. <br><br> <</if>> <<else>> Already bound to my offer, I mulled the options over and decided my best bet was to keep my thighs closed and pin the skirt with them. Faux-skort in a way. <br><br> Hand over hand, I moved up the ladder utilizing my upper-body strength as much as I could. At the top, I got to work, shifting as little as possible. . The ladder felt stable and, checking a couple times, he didn't seem to be snatching glimpses. <br><br> "Thank you so much, <<print $CC.name>>. I would have been here all day with the bad knees and all. You are a godsend." <br><br> "No problem, Mr. Strong, just thank my <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>> for raising me right." Brownie points with them were //actually// useful. <br><br> Within an hour we had moseyed around and gotten the gutters clean. Flashing crisis averted. I smiled, giving him a final wave as I headed home, sweaty, dirty, but [[feeling accomplished|CC021 - Helper][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++]]. <br><br> <</if>> <<else>> "Oh sorry, Mr. Strong. Not really...dressed for the occasion. Please be careful!" pointing out my ensemble, he nodded. <br><br> "Oh, of course. Thanks for lookin' out for an old codger like me! Now get on home, young'n." I wasn't about to be judged for parading my hindquarters in front of a neighbor.. Perhaps there would be another neighbor in need. <br><br> Rather than go straight home, I always took a stroll around the block. It's a safe neighborhood so I didn't feel concerned about running into trouble. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> The sound of barking and screaming made me reconsider the notion. Old Ms. Unis was chasing her dog, its leash flopping behind it as it padded away. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0 and $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0>>My feet were already pounding pavement, legs burning as I took off after the young pup. <br><br> "I've got it Ms. Unis!" I shouted, mid-sprint. <br><br> Ms. Unis, huffed and puffed, stopping her own chase, "Oh. Thank. You. <<print $CC.name>>. That damn dog got away again," she choked out bent over at the waist. <br><br> The dog had a few paces on me. With the leash trailing, I'd have to get close to grab the reins unless I dove -- so I did, managing to snag the leash by the fingertips body scuffing to a stop in a neighbor's yard. <br><br> Grass-stained, I escorted the energetic mutt back to its owner. <br><br> "Here ya go, Ms. Unis. He is a fast bugger." <br><br> "Oh, you're such a dear, I will tell your <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>> how wonderful you are," she was pinching my cheeks. Sweaty old lady fingers. <br><br> "No problem," I grimaced. "Have a great day." She took her dog back to heel as I proudly headed home -- directly now. I had already gotten my run [[around the block|CC021 - Helper][$Stats.Skills['Athletics'].base ++]]. <br><br> <<else>> The dog was //fast//. As I got into my pace, I nearly tripped, surprised by the way it took off. But I was determined to help her, I wouldn't let my clumsiness get in my way. <br><br> ''Huff'' ''huff'' "I'll get your dog, Ms. Unis." <br><br> Gassed and already way behind: "Bless. You. <<print $CC.name>>. Bless. You!" <br><br> I chased that mangy mutt through yards. I realized it was built for this and I wasn't, I'd have to take a shot. I dove once and found, rather than the leash, a face full of grass and scraped knees. Lurching myself back upright, I pressed on. <br><br> Though the dog was athletic, it wasn't smart. Moments after my fall, it became enraptured by stray dog droppings and had stopped to sniff. I pounced, snagging the leash. <br><br> Half-beaten and half-dead I marched the pup back to its owner. "Here is your rascal," wincing slightly as my scraped knee began to throb. <br><br> "Ooo, that looks bad. Go home and tend to that. I'll be sure to tell your <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>> how wonderful you are <<print $CC.name>>." She scolded the dog and walked away, leaving me surprised she hadn't offered nanny-sensibilities and helped me out with my injuries. <br><br> I limped my way home, feeling proud to have my [[badges of honor|CC021 - Helper][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> I heard screaming and a dog barking excitedly but I couldn't make out where. It sounded like a neighbor needed help. Unfortunately, it the noises trailed off before I could be a [[super-neighbor|CC021 - Helper][$Stats.Traits['Risky'].base --]]. <</if>> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Helper.png">> <<outfit soaked>> Mr. Eriksson was the most elderly person in the neighborhood and <<print $CC.FName>> had taken it upon herself -- or me, that is -- to bring him his portion of the coop produce after school. <br><br> I swung by the community center, smiling and waving as the crunchy-granola Rudy, leaned forward in our weekly joke, "//Mister// Eriksson, I presume." <br><br> "That's me!" He slid a box across the table and I went through the produce, picking out what seemed to be most fresh. And then, leg two was bringing them to the old codger. <br><br> Box under arm, I knocked on his door. Knocked again. Oh shit. Visions of him collapsed on the ground flashed in front of my eyes as I tried the knob and it gave. He was going to be dead. Deceased old man. <br><br> "Mr. Eriksson?" I barely squeaked out as I stepped inside, taking solace in the lack of smell of death. <br><br> "Hurry! Hurry!" sprinting, figuring a broken hip, wondering what you did for a heart attack, any medical knowledge flooding my brain as I let the veggies tumble. <br><br> I stopped short. He. Was. Standing. Staring at a sink. Sure it was overflowing, but it was hardly an emergency. "Mr. Eriksson?" <br><br> "Oh, good gracious, you...wouldn't happen to be able to fix this, would you, Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>?" <br><br> A grimace, but thinking of the veggies all over his floor, I shrugged, "Sure?" And I walked over to the rising water levels. I had arrived right on time, it wasn't flooding the kitchen, but would be soon. I chewed at my lip, not exactly sure what to do. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> <<face shock>> Fuck, fuck, fuck! I shoved my hand under the water, searching. It was full of dishes, and the weight of water was making it hard to move anything around. My hand dug, surging water splashing up onto my shirt. <br><br> I leaned in, straining to make work of the problem. What was the problem? Gross, the water was so gross. What was I touching? The water was overflowing, right down my legs. <br><br> "Oh, dear." Yes, Mr. E, to say the least. I continued to struggle, getting grimy, waterlogged and soaked. While I worked, he made the smart move to call a plumber. <br><br> When the plumber arrived, he was unhappy with the flood, but he looked quite pleased to see me. <<if $Body.braless == true>>He saw my tits<<else>>He saw my bra<</if>> clear as day even though they were covered, free wet T-shirt for the guy. <br><br> Mr. E left the coordination to me, I shifted and moved around the moat of the kitchen, every inch of my clothes soaked through, he definitely caught snatches of <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> my full on snatch. He looked as I instructed him, but I was so annoyed and over it, I just wanted to get the instructions out and not worry about anything else. Look at my pussy dude, [[there's your tip|CC022 - Helper]]. <<else>> panty-shot. I just wanted to get the instructions out and not worry about anything else. <br><br> Finishing, I went to get up and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me down and spent the next fifteen minute giving me some pointers as to what to look for in the future. Sure, I learned some stuff but he just wanted to eye me longer. Look at my pussy dude, [[there's your tip|CC022 - Helper][$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> Don't freak out. First problem: water flow. I turned off the faucet. The water stopped. Wow. Complete incompetence, Mr. E. Now, what caused it to get like this?<br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> Probably a clogged drain. I slid my hand into the water, searching. It was full of dishes, and the weight of the water was making it hard to move anything around. My hand dug, <br><br> I leaned in, straining to make work of the problem. Gross, the water was so gross. What was I touching? <br><br> Eureka. Gross as it was, I found the 'clog'. He had left the stopper in. Using one hand to prevent this grossness from re-clogging the drain, I pulled and the water drained. <br><br> He cheered me on. I shook my head and used his bathroom towels to clean off. <br><br> Then, I proceeded to receive a dressing down for the vegetables and dirt in his foyer. I helped him out, biting my tongue, and [[headed home|CC022 - Helper][$Stats.Skills['Learning'].base ++]]. <<else>> Probably something with the pipes, right? I had always left this kinda thing to <<print $CC.DName>>. I squatted down, opening the under-sink cabinet and leaned into the dark. Most of those cleaners and things probably hadn't been touched since the 90s. "You got a wrench?" <br><br> He nodded and wandered off, coming back with what I guess was a good enough wrench. <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>> Putting my weight into it, I loosed the pipe. And got fucking ''drenched''. Water <<shake 10s>>spewed<</shake>> free into me and inundating me with a deluge that put everything before to shame. Mr. E let out a yell that put mine to shame and rushed off to call a plumber. <br><br> When the plumber arrived, he was unhappy with the flood, but he looked quite pleased to see me. <<if $Body.braless == true>>He saw my tits<<else>>He saw my bra<</if>> clear as day even though they were covered, free wet T-shirt for the guy. <br><br> Mr. E left the coordination to me, I shifted and moved around the moat of the kitchen, every inch of my clothes soaked through, he definitely caught snatches of <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> my full on snatch. He looked as I instructed him, but I was so annoyed and over it, I just wanted to get the instructions out and not worry about anything else. Look at my pussy dude, [[there's your tip|CC022 - Helper]]. <<else>> panty-shot. I just wanted to get the instructions out and not worry about anything else. <br><br> Finishing, I went to get up and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me down and spent the next fifteen minute giving me some pointers as to what to look for in the future. Sure, I learned some stuff but he just wanted to eye me longer. Look at my pussy dude, [[there's your tip|CC022 - Helper][$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> Grunting and pushing, I leaned into it but I couldn't make it budge. My muscles ached, but I shook my head, defeated. <br><br> "Sorry, Mr. E. Just can't get this." He nodded, sighed, patting me on the head. <br><br> "Thank you for trying, dear." He was content not to have the water threatening to overflow, so it was a small win. As he escorted me out, he did take some time to admonish me for the mess I left in his foyer. I bit my tongue and resolved to get him worse veggies [[next week|CC022 - Helper][$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base ++]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/CC022-Helper.png">> One Saturday, there was a neighborhood garage sale. We donated a few boxes of things to be sold. Luckily, it was a mild and warm sunny day so it wouldn't be too unbearable for a late morning start. <br><br> I never understood why these were still a thing. Ebay and...well, the internet...would have made all of it easier and less sweaty, but, I guess for some it felt better to be selling to those next door. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>> I knew I was supposed to try to be the good "neighbor" and all but meh, there are other more fun things to do than be around pretentious people buying used-up crap. <br><br> I ditched out at the earliest opportunity. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Deception'].base --]]. <<else>> It was my duty to help out our fellow neighbors. Not only for the Mr. Rogers' element; you never knew when having people who liked you nearby could help you or your family. <br><br> Hefting our family' boxes for sale, I walked up to the head lady: Ms. Z. <br><br> "Oh hey, <<print $CC.name>>. Thank you so much!" <br><br> "No biggie Ms. Z." I smiled, having nowhere else important to be, I set to work the tables, pricing and just keeping eyes on all the randos that walked up.<br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a young kid snag something...probably one of those Garbage Pail Kids cards...and pocket it. <br><br> I didn't immediately react, I was too far and they could jet. Carefully, I stalked a little closer as the bugger put on a cool facade, pretending to browse. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 0>>I kept a couple paces back, avoiding eye contact with the perp. I matched his 'make-believe,' shifting items on the table as I made my careful approach. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>> But...did he steal something? He seemed like he was behaving now and I don't think I had been made. Maybe it was a trick of my eyes. I certainly didn't want to make a scene. It wasn't my stuff anyway. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].base ++]] <<else>> I couldn't let the kid out of my sight. I kept pace on him incase he was a runner. I saw him pocket another item so it was time to pounce. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0>> <<face happy>> I covered the ground quickly, pulling up in front of him in a shot, "Hey kid. Whatcha got there?” He balked, I leaned in, “You need to pay for those." <br><br> "W-where'd you come from? I didn't take crap," the kid tried to back away. My reaction had alerted the other adults. He could feel the attention. <br><br> "Empty your pockets, kid. If they're empty, then it's my bad. Otherwise, we call the //cops// so you can learn a lesson." <br><br> "I--I don't want any trouble. Suh-suh-sorry. I just liked them. Here? See?" the kid turned out his shorts and the two trinkets appeared. <br><br> "Stealing is not the right way of getting things you want. This stuff is someone else's. If you wanted, it you could have tried to negotiate and trade for it. <br><br> I won't call the cops since you were honest. So. You can either leave it behind or find the owner and work out a trade." <br><br> "Tha-thanks." He wiped his shining cheeks. <br><br> Ms. Z waltzed over after watching the exchange from a distance. <br><br> "That was mighty nice of you letting that kid go. I hope he learned his lesson." <br><br> We were cut off as a young <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>man<<else>>girl<</if>> came running up. "Grandma, grandma, you okay? What was all that commotion about?" <br><br> Ms. Z greeted her kin, "It was some kid trying to steal. <<print $CC.name>>, here, thwarted them. <<print $CC.name>> this is my <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>grandson<<else>>granddaughter<</if>>, Alex." <br><br> Even before the introductions, I knew who they were. God, was I crushing. <br><br> "Huh-hi, Alex. I'm <<print $CC.name>>--right, she said that. It was nothing. Just saw the kid and took action." Not my best attempt at playing cool. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> smiled, "Well, thanks. Not every day are people willing to get involved. I like those kinds of people, heh." <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>>…blushed, slightly? <br><br> With a not-so-subtle nudge from Ms. Z, I moved closer, "Uhh, uhh, you…wanna go grab some food or coffee sometime?" <br><br> FIREWORKS!! Holy Shit! Act Natural, act natural. "Hmmm, yeah I guess so," I pushed some of my <<print $Body.hair>> hair behind my ear. <br><br> Their shoulders relaxed. "Great! Let me get your number and we'll go out." <br><br> "GREAT! I mean, yeah. Sounds good." I wanted to believe they weren't trying to duck me and were just playing it off. "I gotta go now. It was great meeting you. Great garage sale. Great day. Byeeee!" <br><br> I couldn't help watching them go. I hated seeing them leave...butt...this was nice. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base ++]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> I moved swiftly but bumbled my steps knocking candlesticks and dinnerware over as I hit my knee. The kid, now alerted, bolted. <br><br> "HEY! KID! Come back!" I continued the chase, weaving around tables and people with my now-hobbling gait. <br><br> The kid certainly had the beat on me. I needed an edge. <br><br> "Look out! Car!" I tried surprise (not my finest) which seemed to do the trick. The kid stumbled at the sidewalk, teetering before going into the road. <br><br> I grabbed his arm just as he realized he'd been duped. <br><br> Gathering myself, "Why you runnin', kid? You stealin'?" I panted. Not a good show. <br><br> "Leave me alone. I didn't steal. //You// scared me. So I ran." <br><br> "I saw you pocket some items. Empty them and I'll let you go. If not, I gotta call the cops," my labored breathing started calming down. <br><br> "Screw you." The truculent kid wasn't cooperating. <br><br> Ms. Z and a couple of other adults came over to assist. The kid was forced to empty his pockets. Cops were called. I felt bad but we can't have petty theft in the neighborhood. <br><br> "Great job, <<print $CC.name>>. Every year it seems like a certain number of things go missing. Saved the day today." <br><br> "Eh, just cost a twisted ankle." <br><br> "Oh no! Deary. Let me help with that…Come on." Ms. Z was leaving the yard sale, for me? It was all a little much being escorted back to her house. And then it got to be a lot. <br><br> A hot young <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>man<<else>>girl<</if>> popped out of her front door. "Gran-gran, everything alright? Why are there //cops// here?" It was my damn crush. <br><br> "Calm down, calm down. I'm fine. But, our banged up <<print $CC.name>> here stopped us from being robbed." <br><br> "Gran, robbed? Don't be so extreme. I'm sure it wasn't that...oh." Our eyes met for the briefest of moments before I turned away. "Hi, I'm Alex. Thanks for helping out, uh, my grandma." <br><br> Their apparent nerves helped calm mine, "Awww, it was painful but worth it, heh," I couldn't keep direct eye contact. <br><br> Ms. Z saw the tension and nudged Alex kindly. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> jolted in surprise. "Yeah. Uh…This hero deserves a reward. Can I take you to lunch or coffee sometime?" <br><br> Pain in my knee? What pain? "Uhhh, yeah. That would be cool, yeah," I kicked some grass feeling lame. <br><br> "Oh excellent, let's exchange numbers!" <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> pulled out <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>>r phone and digits changed hands. <br><br> "I, uhh, gotta get home and tend to my wounds…and ego, heh. See you...uhh, soon, Alex. //Bye//!" I didn't wait for their response. <br><br> I stumbled home feeling proud for having helped my neighbors, not fumbling a rare chance with my crush, and stopped some punk kid from stealing. I hope they learnt their lesson. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base ++]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> Taking a closer look, I wasn't careful and went ass-over-head bumping into a table. Klutz! Good thing it was a shorts day. The kid jetted. Mrs. Z shook her head at the upended table but was thankful I had scared him off before more damage was done to her bottom line. Just have to be more careful next time. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++]]. <</if>> <<else>> It was so nice out. People browsed and kindly moved down the makeshift aisles. The hours passed, making a few introductions to people I didn't know and seemed pleasant enough, a couple of sales for Mrs. Z, and saying "Have a great day," about a billion times. It kind of shocked me when Mrs. Z dressed me down for missing and unsold items from my section. A thief had gotten past me. My bad. I vowed I'd never let that happen again. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Perception'].base ++]]. <</if>> <</if>>
<<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel += 2>> <<outfit basejeans>> I don't know why I was jittery. It was only a youth group. I'd probably know at least some, if not all of the other members simply because of the overlap of the congregation. Maybe it was excitement. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/cc.church.png">> We assembled around the fire pit in the back of the church. Logs were situated at angles to form natural seating. With the backdrop of the stained glass, we got settled. I smiled around, trying to make that initial connection. <br><br> "Hey, I'm <<print $CC.name>>." I stood, looking around the other kids around my age and I did recognize many of them from Sundays. <br><br> "Hey, <<print $CC.name>>." A rolling response. Then the youth minister grinned, a blade of grass playing between his fingers, "What verse speaks most to you?" <br><br> <div id="verse"> <<crossroads #verse>> <<path>> "Romans 12:2" <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <br><br> "Ah, interesting. And what part of it speaks strongest to you?" <br><br> "Then you will be able to test--" <br><br> "So it's your job to test God's will?" <br><br> I smiled, easy trap, "To discover his will. By breaking the bonds of normalcy. It's in the frayed edges that we find ourself and Him." <br><br><br> He nodded. And so it went, around the circle, a personal investigation of [[the Bible|CC021 - Church]]. <<path>> "Ephesians 6:12" <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <br><br> "Ah, interesting. And what part of it speaks strongest to you?" <br><br> "...against the rulers--" <br><br> "Is the church not an authority? Should you struggle against the church--this group?" <br><br> I laughed, "Are you infused with forces of evil?" <br><br><br> He smiled. And so it went, around the circle, a personal investigation of [[the Bible|CC021 - Church]]. <<path>> "John 16:33" <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <br><br> "Ah, interesting. Have you suffered trouble?" <br><br> "Who has not?" <br><br> "And do you see evidence of His overcoming the world?" <br><br> "Are we here, together today?" <br><br><br> He nodded. And so it went, around the circle, a personal investigation of [[the Bible|CC021 - Church]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Church.png">> We had to be His voices, reaching out and finding those who had not yet come to us and to Him. So we were doing outreach in a park. Throwing a frisbee around. <br><br> The day was lovely and sunny, but we hadn't done much outreach. Hadn't met a single other person outside of our group. And the frisbee came to me. As it settled on my fingertips, I looked around. <br><br> <div id = "frisbee"> <<crossroads #frisbee>> <<path>> Toss it back to the cute guy who'd been flirting with me all morning. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> With a giggle and a shy look away, I sent it back to Paul, who smiled big at receiving the return throw. <br><br> We didn't accomplish much that day besides working up a sweat and finding connection with each other. But maybe that was the outreach that was supposed to happen that afternoon. <br><br> Paul and I left the frisbee game and just went on a walk through the park. It was a [[lovely day|CC022 - Church]]. <<path>> Send it 'accidentally' over to the group picnicking. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> Oops! Must have left my fingers too late. "Sorry! Duck! Oh, please! Sorry!" I ran over. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>I was bouncing over and so was my chest. It got their attention if the missile hadn't.<</if>> <br><br> "Well, hello there. Nearly took my head off." Chuckled a shirtless guy as he stood up, letting the disc spin on his middle finger. <br><br> "Yeah, sorry! Really am. Me and my friends from the youth group are just throwing it around...you, wanna throw it back?" I motioned to the group that was waving kindly. <br><br> "I throw it now, I'll brain you." <br><br> I laughed, smiling, "No. To them...you think you can make it?" He raised his eyebrow at the challenge, took two long strides and heaved. <br><br> By the end of the afternoon, we had at least introduced ourselves to the whole group of picnickers and had let them know when we met. One showed up, which was a [[massive win|CC022 - Church]]. <<path>> Make eyes at a jogger and cast it on the run. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> A fit guy in form-fitting workout gear from head to foot noticed my looks and smiled at me. I loosed. He sped up and caught it. <br><br> And then he kept running. Oh, jeez! I started to pelt after him. <<if $Body.tits !== "small">>I had not dressed for a run, so my chest was bounding more than I was. He didn't mind, clearly.<</if>> "Hey there." Despite the dewy skin, he seemed fully capable to run and talk. Impressive. <br><br> "Hey. Can I have my frisbee back?" <br><br> "Oh this? What's your name?" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." Keeping up with him was going to be difficult. <br><br> "Hmm...don't see that on here..." <br><br> "It's ours..." And so it went, finishing off the run with him and getting chatted up before I got the frisbee back. <br><br> When I returned to the group, I was drenched, exhausted, but I had gotten his commitment to join us next week. Worth the lactic [[acid build-up|CC022 - Church]]! <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC022-Church.png">> Once a month, we did good works, mostly volunteering at a local old folks home. We were assigned our 'buddies' and it was such a lovely sight to see them react to our arrival. Life re-entered them. They were funny. Vibrant. And it made it all the sadder. <br><br> They had been essentially forgotten by and large by their family. Or they had no family left. The people paid to care for them put as much emotional distance between them and their patients as possible. I understood it, but that's what we were there for. <br><br> "Clark!" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>!" He tried to raise himself from his chair a few times before I was there and helping him get up. <br><br> "Careful now. Good to see you too." The hug was awkward and the smell was something //different// but I could feel the need in his arthritic grasp. <br><br> <div id ="clark"> <<crossroads #clark>> <<path>> Wanna play a game? <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> He was actually a killer at chess. I don't think I even brought him to a draw -- not like I was some chess maven when I started. <br><br> I don't think he enjoyed beating me. I think he longed for the game and partnership. He would tell stories that some move or capture reminded him of, and he taught me something about the game and being able to look past just the current position of the pieces. <br><br> There was something to that. And I was more than happy to lose. He did smile a little. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Are you leading exercise hour today? <<contents>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> "Of course. Like every time." I laughed and shook my head. I didn't know if he honestly forgot or was just so excited by the prospect. <br><br> We hobbled him over to the activity room and into one of the chairs in the semi-circle. "Hello, <<print $CC.name>>!" came the chorus of elderly. <br><br> I grabbed some elastic bands and we began to move. A little music, a lot of smiling and encouragement. It was far from a workout for me, but you had to put on a show so they kept their encouragement up. <br><br> And they certainly needed the activity: we were meant to be creatures that lived and moved. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Time for my bath. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> My skin crawled every time, but it was old hat at this point. I helped him hobble off to his room. It took us long enough that I could steel myself for what was coming -- I don't know why I didn't expect it from the time we arranged to show up here. <br><br> His nurse helped him disrobe and she was more than keen to let me do the work, sitting in a chair and scrolling on her phone, chewing gum while I sponged down his wrinkled body -- consistency was gummy there as well. <br><br> He wasn't pervy about it, thank God, or I wouldn't have done it. And I think he knew it. He was content to sit there and chat, pleased to have the physical contact and show off what remained of his virility. <br><br> It was weird, but it wasn't wrong. And he did need a bath. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel -->> /*IMAGE (Needed): Keg and cups */ Pretty much every weekend, you could find some house where the parents were gone. It was about being in the know, or knowing who //was// in the know. <br><br> You never had to bring anything except your self. The parties were being thrown for social clout, to make some friends, or just get some strange. For attendees though, the value proposition was clear: free party? Yes. Please. <br><br> Everyone had their own reasons for being excited about going to a party, for me, it was... <br><br> <div id="party"> <<crossroads #party>> <<path>> Doing something ''I wasn't supposed to''. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <br><br> Sneaking out was a thrill like none other. Or the lie that I was over at <<print $CC.FName>>'s with a change of clothes in my bag? Epic. <br><br> There was also this little 'danger' factor when I was at a party. No one knew what I was going to get up to. People knew I have higher limits and fewer inhibitions. //I// was the party. <br><br> Sure, there were some regrets. Many groundings. Some detentions when the word got back to school. But a life full of regrets is a life well-lived. <br><br><br> Oh! And if the cops were called and I had to scramble. Usually it was drunk or high off my ass and out of a bathroom window. Chased by flashing red and blue was a kick you'll never know until you [[try it|CC021 - Partier]]. <<path>> ''Getting blitzed'' was freeing. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<face drunk>> <br><br> Honestly, I...didn't remember most of them. <br><br> That said, I'm a proud member of never having to get my stomach pumped and not being the girl that had a rep of always heading into some back room. <br><br> I was a champ at flip cup and beer pong. Guys feared me -- or at least really enjoyed having a competitive girl across the table from them. <br><br> And I was a ton of fun, always invited because people knew I was going to keep the party going as long as I could, calling for others to rally even when they were face-first in a toilet bowl. <br><br><br> So, I didn't need to remember the party itself. People would remind me what happened and what I did the [[next Monday|CC021 - Partier]]. <<path>> I didn't want to feel like I ''wasn't included''. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <br><br> I //hated// hearing the next Monday about some crazy thing that Derek had done. Or that 'everyone who's everyone' was somewhere...where I hadn't been. It was like everyone had passed judgment on me and had determined I wasn't fun. <br><br> I was fun! <br><br> I wasn't dancing on a table or getting black out, but I could pull attention from guys, and I was right in the mix on a Never Have I Ever. <br><br><br> But more than the simple pleasure of being included, the enjoyment came from being in the know. I could be someone people knew that //knew//. I got to feel important and on the inner circle. Deigning that someone else was worth and invite just to watch someone's face light up when I gave them the time and place? [[Incredible|CC021 - Partier]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Partier.png">> I grunted, shoulder hitting the floor harder than I had expected. Well, I hadn't expected to hit the floor at all, but I was ass-over-head and dangling halfway through the window. <br><br> "Welcome home, Missy." <br><br> The light flicked on, illuminating me in all of my disgrace. Fuuuuck. <br><br> Using my knee, I pushed off the wall and rolled onto my ass. Yeah, that should have been more graceful than it was. And there she was. <<print $CC.MName>> sitting in a leather chair like it was her throne, glass of something in her hand. <br><br> "Have...you just been, sitting there in the dark?" I got up, brushing myself off. A good offense is a great defense, right? <br><br> "You know what time it is?" <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel -->> "Yeah. Time for me to go. To. Bed." I started marching off, letting the alcohol-bravery take hold. <br><br> "A little late for that." She grasped my hand. Even booze-bold, I stopped. I gulped, my throat suddenly having a very pungent taste of whatever I'd been drinking tonight. Gawd. What //was// that stuff? <br><br> I tried to pull away, spinning on her with ferocity, <<if $CC.Mom == 0>>"You have your drink right there. Don't be a hypocrite!"<<else>>"You get to leave when you want, so do I. Don't be a hypocrite!"<</if>> That was a little louder than I intended it to be. <br><br> And didn't have the intended effect, "You're going to your room?" <br><br> "Yeah." I started that way with assuredness to my steps. <br><br> "Then you can stay there." She quaffed the rest of the amber liquid, punctuating her point. <br><br> I wasn't going to validate her with a response. <br><br> It didn't matter though, I was grounded. <br><br><br> Thus started the war with my <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>> over my nocturnal excursions. Sometimes I won, sometimes they won. <br><br> But they couldn't stop this unstoppable force. I was going to [[party|CC022 - Partier]]! <<else>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> "Yeah..." Sheepishness was all I could muster. <br><br> She sighed, shaking her head slightly, "Come here." She patted the arm of the chair. I sat. My booze-boldness dissipating rapidly. "Yes, I was up waiting for you because I was worried." She held up a hand to ward off interjection, "I //do// think you can handle yourself. You're my daughter." She squeezed my palm, "But I've been out -- in worse places than you just were -- and I don't know who ''else'' is there." <br><br> "It's fine though, I'm fine." <br><br> She sighed and nodded, bringing the hand she squeezed to the glass in hers, transferring it to me, "This time." She let go. "I just want to know is all." <br><br> I felt the weight of the glass in my hand. I looked at her and saw the concern on her face. I looked down at the amber liquid and caught a whiff of it. It sent my stomach churning. Gawd, what //was// that stuff I had been drinking tonight? "Thank you...but..." I was fighting the rising gorge in my throat, "I'll pass." Quickly, I returned it to her and leaned back to avoid more vapors. <br><br> She smiled, "You need me to hold your hair back?" <br><br> I stood up, firm, frowning, faking, "No." <br><br> A little giggle from her, then a shrug, "I'll bring you some water then." <br><br> I stuttered, partially towards my room since now I knew I wasn't really in trouble and I felt that the conversation was done, then back towards her because I felt I needed to give her a hug, "I'll tell you next time." <br><br> She kissed my cheek. <br><br><br> She wasn't a fan of me coming in wiped, but she was a fan of my coming home. She'd get me water and stroke my back til I fell asleep. <br><br> None of the other kids believed that I had such a chill Mom. Still, maybe she knew I was an unstoppable force and I was going to [[party|CC022 - Partier]] no mater what. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/CC022-Partier.png">> Going to a house party had a more 'adult' nature to it -- rather than classmates or kids from the rival school, the attendees were townies, college kids, classmates' elder siblings. It came with its ups and downs. The drinks were better. The music was better. I always felt out of place, always riding the line between others being overly excited with me there and others despising the 'fetus' joining. They were more dangerous, for sure. They were also always more fun. <br><br> There was a confidence and casualness to the nights. For everyone it was old hat, just another party. Whereas at school, we'd always be worried about who might crash -- and if that was going to be accompanied by sirens. Now, the worry of cops //should// have been even more heightened. These parties weren't simply 'not allowed,' just 'not legal'. Especially with kids like me there, it went from noise disturbances and kids being kids to something that could literally send people to jail. And so that meant that cops weren't just a nuisance, they were a constant. <br><br> The other constant (that I actually //liked//)... <br><br> <div id="constants"> <<crossroads #constants>> <<path>> Were the ''drinks''. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<face drunk>> <br><br> Solo cup in hand, I felt at ease. <br><br> It was a rundown place at the edge of town, dark as dark can be, which meant the music could be //loud//. <br><br> The froth sloshed, lukewarm through the plastic against my hand as I wandered through the house. A group splayed out on a couple couches (that had seen better days) were debating the merits of The Wire even though Law & Order reruns were playing on the TV. I smiled because maybe they didn't know what they were watching. <br><br> Outside, there was a low-key game of beer pong, but I didn't feel like fighting the mosquitos. <br><br> Hm. Was I bored? <br><br> Okay, so house parties might have been a little too chill at times. I missed the nervous energy charging things. <br><br> I pounded the rest of my cup and made my way to the kitchen where the keg was posted. Julio pushed himself off the counter when he saw me, vape pen resolute between his lips as he lifted the tap and his eyebrows in offering. <br><br> Just a refill? Nah. Let's kick this up a notch. "Kegstand?" I smiled playfully. <br><br> Waving me over excitedly, "Keg stand!" He yelled out through a wreath of vapor. There was a commotion from the other room and the 'Wire' guys stumbled their way into the kitchen, their conversation shocked into silence when they saw it was //me// squaring up to the container. "Ready?" The plastic of his pen pressed against my thigh as he got a grip on me. I nodded. He lifted. <br><br> <<if $CC.height gt 1>> Head over heels, I was flipped up into the air. One hand grabbed at the front of my <<link "skirt">><<lower "denimSkirt_up">><</link>> to fight gravity, but I'm positive my ass was hanging out in the back. <br><br> My lips barely touched the tap when I felt the upward arc continuing too much. Too far. Too <<linkexpand "fast">> <<outfit default>> fast. <br><br> And then heels over head, I came crashing down. I screamed. He screamed. The guys laughed. <br><br> Julio was a dude and far too self-confident, no way he could keep a person my size inverted. I hit the linoleum hard and Julio toppled, bracing himself against the metal of the keg as everyone lost it. <br><br> I shook my head, pushing my splayed body slowly off the floor, "Well that didn't work. Sorry, <<print $CC.name>>." Julio was chuckling with a shrug, "Ya able to do a handstand?" He yanked me up. <br><br> I guess I was doing this. <br><br> Hefted again, I was upside down, this time both of my hands engaged on the lip of the keg. Between him leaning against me, his grip on my knees along with my balance, I was held aloft. And my <<link "skirt">><<lower "denimSkirt_up">><</link>> was inching its way down. Up? Well, gravity was winning. <br><br> "Come on! Someone put it in my mouth!" I yelped out with an awkward laugh. <br><br> The responses don't need to be stated -- especially with me on display the way I was -- but after enough lewd comments a guy came over and popped the spout into my mouth. I couldn't hear what he said, or their responses because I was focused on the flood of liquid. <br><br> I was swallowing. Swallowing. My skirt was sliding down. My ass going from peeking, to half-way, to fully ''out''. <br><br> "Go! Go!" Came the cheer. <br><br> I'm not sure if the encouragement was for me, my skirt or simply me to keep at it so that they got a longer show. <br><br> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> I could feel the AC on my pussy and the cheers became welcome disbelief as it came into view, "Fuck man. Right on, <<print $CC.name>>." My willingness to rock a skirt, commando and do a kegstand was rewarded with a slow-clap. I could feel more people coming in to check out my snatch. <<else>> I could feel the AC on my asscheeks, but I was so glad I was wearing something. It was a good view, to be sure, but I was decent. Enough. <</if>> <<if $Body.braless == true>> /* DOLL (Needed): hiked up default top */ My top was a lost cause, the hem of my shirt under my armpits and my tits on full display. <br><br> Whistles, comments a plenty, but my mind was focused -- //had// to be focused -- on the flow of booze. I was chugging and my tits were bouncing in time with my gulps. <<else>> <<face shock>> My top was a lost cause, hem of my shirt under my armpits and my tits threatening to fall __up__ out of my bra. But my mind was focused -- //had// to be focused -- on the flow of booze. I was chugging and my tits were bouncing in time with my gulps. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Head over heels, I was flipped into the air, both of my hands engaged on the lip of the keg. Between him leaning against me, his grip on my knees along with my balance, I was held aloft. And my <<link "skirt">><<lower "denimSkirt_up">><</link>> was inching its way down. Up? Well, gravity was winning. <br><br> "Come on! Someone put it in my mouth!" I yelped out with an awkward laugh. <br><br> The responses don't need to be stated -- especially with me on display the way I was -- but after enough lewd comments a guy came over and popped the spout into my mouth. I couldn't hear what he said, or their responses because I was focused on the flood of liquid. <br><br> I was swallowing. Swallowing. My skirt was sliding down. My ass going from peeking, to half-way, to fully ''out''. <br><br> "Go! Go!" Came the cheer. <br><br> I'm not sure if the encouragement was for me, my skirt or simply me to keep at it so that they got a longer show. <br><br> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> I could feel the AC on my pussy and the cheers became welcome disbelief as it came into view, "Fuck man. Right on, <<print $CC.name>>." My willingness to rock a skirt, commando and do a kegstand was rewarded with a slow-clap. I could feel more people coming in to check out my snatch. <<else>> I could feel the AC on my asscheeks, but I was so glad I was wearing something. It was a good view, to be sure, but I was decent. Enough. <</if>> <<if $Body.braless == true>> /* DOLL (Needed): hiked up default top */ My top was a lost cause, the hem of my shirt under my armpits and my tits on full display. <br><br> Whistles, comments a plenty, but my mind was focused -- //had// to be focused -- on the flow of booze. I was chugging and my tits were bouncing in time with my gulps. <<else>> <<face shock>> My top was a lost cause, hem of my shirt under my armpits and my tits threatening to fall __up__ out of my bra. But my mind was focused -- //had// to be focused -- on the flow of booze. I was chugging and my tits were bouncing in time with my gulps. <</if>> <br><br> And then with a kip of my feet, I was cartwheeling <<linkexpand "back">> <<outfit default>> back to proper orientation. Coughing hard, the spout spewed beer across my face and chest as it left my lips. I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my head, the flush of my face, gulping air now as I tried to recover. I wobbled there, pumping my arms above my head as they congratulated me, lacking the oxygen to remain solidly upright. <br><br> Now I was ''blitzed''. Good. I gave Julio a squeeze, "Thanks dude." <br><br> "Nah. Thank you, beb." I grabbed another cup of beer and left the kitchen. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> Blue and red started flashing across my face. <br><br> I swigged my new drink confused, wondering if this was an after-effect of hypoxia. Then, my drunk-brain realized how in danger I was. <br><br> Spinning lights were making their way towards the house from the direction of the woods. <br><br> Welp. Guess it wasn't as remote as we thought it was. And the music was probably too loud. Here I was thinking it was too lame! <br><br> Time to get going. Couldn't get caught for myriad reasons. <<print $CC.DName>> and <<print $CC.MName>> two of them. My age a third. I pounded my cup and started scrambling. <br><br> But where? <br><br> <div id="cops"> <<crossroads #cops>> <<path>> The tree line? <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face angry>> Flee. <br><br> Run. <br><br> Out the back door, dropping the cup on the patio and leaping out into the taller grass. <br><br> Away from the lights. <br><br> Towards darkness. <br><br> Light = Bad. Dark = Good. <br><br> The whooping police sirens seemed to be coming from everywhere. <br><br> Was I being pursued? Pell-mell running through the grass? <br><br> Couldn't check. <br><br> Go, //go//, ''go''! <br><br> A root caught my foot, <<linkexpand "Shit!">> "Shit!" and I tumbled, thudding //hard// against the thankfully ''soft'' dirt. <br><br> I held still, prone and trying to make out sounds besides the cicadas, my thudding chest, and my heaving breaths. <br><br> I could just picture the boys in blue casually walking up behind me, flashlights full-on up my skirt as they found me. <br><br> But the moments lengthened. <br><br> I took a chance and pressed myself off the ground into a careful crouch. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I got bit by mosquitos and lost my buzz, waiting 'til the cop car left the house. Squatting like an idiot in the woods. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> A hiding spot? <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> They couldn't possibly search the whole house, right? <br><br> I thudded up the stairs while the others wandered out the front door -- the party was over and they were headed home. <br><br> But not me. <br><br> I'd have to figure out a way home later. <br><br> Now, I needed...a closed door. <br><br> I tugged and it came <<linkexpand "open">> open. <br><br> The light flicked on. A sleepy head lifted, groggily looking me over, "Hello?" Julio's Dad. A few beers empty on his bedside table. <br><br> "Uh, hi. I need--" <br><br> "Cops?" I nodded and he laughed, "Close the fuckin' door then." <br><br> I shut it firmly and leaned against the wall. <br><br> He looked at me with a humored grin, propping himself up on one elbow, "Hm. You know, you look like you're hiding standing there like that. Come 'ere." He patted the bed beside him. <br><br> Right. Get in bed with him. That sounded smart. <br><br> "I'm not gonna bite." He rubbed down his beer belly, ruffling his curly hairs. <br><br> And then I heard people coming up the stairs. <br><br> I scrambled quickly over next to him, feeling the sweat of sleep on his skin as he pulled me close and tugged my shoes <<link "off">><<feet>><</link>> and sheets across us both. Then he leaned over me, flicking the light off. <br><br> Moments later the door opened, a flashlight making both of us blink as the cop checked the room. Julio's Dad lifted up, "You got a warrant buddy? This is my house." <br><br> "We have reasonable cause--" <br><br> "To wake me up? We've been fuckin' sleeping. Get out." And the door closed. "See?" He chuckled and pulled me tighter, "Should probably wait a bit, though." <br><br> "You think they're gone?" <br><br> "Dunno." His hand snaked down my body, "Better to be safe." I gasped as he began to work my zipper open. <br><br> I was drunk... <br><br> <div id="dad"> <<crossroads #dad>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> enough. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> I wiggled my hips, the <<link "skirt">><<lower>><<panties>><</link>> was lost at the foot of the bed. <br><br> The bed rocked as his weight yanked his own boxers down behind me. <br><br> The bed rocked again as he firmly pushed his big body against mine. I lifted my thigh slightly, his hands found my hipbones. <br><br> The bed rocked again, his whole weight driving his cock inside me. <br><br> I yelped, arching and pushing my hands back against him instinctively. <br><br> Thrust. "Shh." Thrust. "The." Thrust. "cops." He grunted in my ear, one hand from my hips going over my mouth. <br><br> The bed rocked hard as he drunkenly banged out his teenaged surprise bed-mate. His hand became hot and moist against my mouth, cheeks, and chin as I breathed, gasped and yelped into it, muffled. <br><br> It was the quintessential drunk hookup. His drunkenness keeping him entirely focused on himself. My drunkenness making it easy to go along with and less uncomfortable to be fucked that way. <br><br> The bed rocked quicker and he loudly grunted in my ear as he <<linkexpand "finished">> <<cumSpray mound2 thighs4 pussy1>> finished. <br><br> He sighed deeply as he presses his beer belly against my back and pulled my hips against him. Sleep took him quickly but not before he locked me in for the night. <br><br> Sleep took me quickly as well. <br><br> Before morning, he slipped out and off of me because when I awoke, he was gone. Either he had very much cared when he realized, or he didn't care at all. <br><br> Either way, I hadn't gotten locked up. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <br><br> <<set _primaryTextOutput = "Being drunk was no excuse...but no one would know. Julio would never say anything, would even //Julio// know? I think I was safe.">> <<set _secondTextPrefix = "Welp.">> <<set _secondaryTextOutput = " just couldn't find out.">> <<include "CC000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<vCardCheck "Julio's Dad" M "Julio's Dad at a house party, hiding from the cops.">> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> not enough, though. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> My hand caught his and I just squeezed it. He got the message and either he was drunk enough to just fall asleep, or wasn't willing to be //that// kind of guy. <br><br> Thank god he didn't press the issue. My mind was sloshy from the night. The comfort of the bed and darkness of the room enough of a suggestion. I fell asleep there that night. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Get lost in the crowd? <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face angry>> It was like a shift-change. Everyone was getting up and going...but not in a rush? Just taking the appearance of the pigs as a sign that the night and the fun was over. <br><br> Okay... <br><br> I fell in line with the rest of them, a little clump of kids and adults heading out of the house and towards their vehicles. <br><br> I heard the whooping of the police sirens as we were lit brightly by their floodlight, "Do not leave the premises." <br><br> Fuck. <br><br> I felt a tightening in my stomach. <br><br> The patrol car rumbled over the uneven ground and pulled between me and a few of the cars. <br><br> I saw one of the other kids from school manage to hop into a truck and make his way off into the night. <br><br> I, on the other hand, was trapped. Police on one side and the older guys and girls who were stopping because that knew there was no trouble they could get into. //They// were of age. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I leaned against the hood of the cop car as they took down my information and proceeded to call my home. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Were the ''drugs''. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<face happy>> <br><br> Solo cup in hand, I felt at ease. <br><br> It was a rundown place at the edge of town, dark as dark can be, which meant the music could be //loud//. <br><br> The froth sloshed, lukewarm through the plastic against my hand as I wandered through the house. A group splayed out on a couple couches (that had seen better days) were debating the merits of The Wire even though Law & Order reruns were playing on the TV. I smiled because maybe they didn't know what they were watching. <br><br> Outside, there was a low-key game of beer pong, but I didn't feel like fighting the mosquitos. <br><br> Hm. Was I bored? <br><br> Okay, so house parties might have been a little too chill at times. I missed the nervous energy charging things. <br><br> Pounding the rest of my cup, I decided I needed something //stronger//. <br><br> I poked my head into the kitchen, but Julio was manning the keg and was puffing a vape pen -- not good enough. <br><br> I headed to the back hallway and began checking out the bedrooms. <br><br> "Hey, <<print $CC.name>>..." A mellow smile, an inviting wave, some dude -- how did he know my name? -- wearing just some basketball shorts was cuddled up to a couple girls. <br><br> Their clothes were crumpled in a pile beside them, hands stroking at each other's skin. <br><br> It didn't feel like the prelude to an orgy, but that didn't mean it wasn't going to be. <br><br> I stepped in tentatively. <br><br> "Whatcha up to?" <br><br> "K." At first that confused me. That wasn't an answer to my question. <br><br> Then, he lifted his other hand, a tiny plastic spoon between his fingers. Ohhhh. ''K''. <br><br> I moved over to him, "It feels great. Ever done a bump?" <br><br> I shook my head, trying to pick my way around the bare skin squished together in a bean bag chair. <br><br> "You should. I'm so blissed out right now." One of the girls grabbed my hand, pulling me towards her, just in her bikini underwear and bra, unconcerned that both of the others hand their hands on her. <br><br> I fell against him, between the two girls and the cup of the spoon touched my nose. <br><br> I snorted. <br><br> I coughed and sat back on the floor with a thud. <br><br> They looked down at me, smiling as it began to seep into my sinuses. <br><br> She held my hand, playing with my fingers and grinning, nuzzling her head against his bare chest. <br><br> "So...your clothes are off." I laughed, feeling the burn of the powder in my nasal cavity. <br><br> "Yeah. Freeing." Said the other girl, "Come here...lemme give you a massage." Now both of them were grasping my hands, pulling me closer. <br><br> "Ughhh okayyy..." Why was I smiling?! <br><br> Her hand snaked into my hair, starting to massage my scalp, guiding me back against her and between her thighs -- against her breasts. Oh, jeez. <<if $CC.sexuality == "straight">>Not my ''thing'', but everyone appreciates some good tits.<<else>>Yeah. I liked this situation more and more.<</if>> <br><br> It felt good and I wasn't about to say no to a massage. Seemed innocent enough. <br><br> She kept massaging, and it felt even better. <br><br> I loved the feeling of her skin against mine and I wanted to feel more. <br><br> I pulled my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>> off, then my <<link "skirt">><<lower>><</link>>, snaking my body closer to hers as I used my toes to kick my <<link "shoes">><<feet>><</link>> off. <br><br> Oh //fuck//. This ''was'' nice. <br><br> We were a mess of cooing and groaning as we formed a kind of massage circle, working out knots in each others muscles. <br><br> My hands squeezed down his thighs, the shorts tenting immediately as he became fully erect. <br><br> My fingers worked at the flesh of one of the girl's asses, watching the other one start to make out with him. That looked nice. <br><br> My skin felt warm, hot, //lovely//. <br><br> I guided a hand to my body at every chance I could, it didn't matter whose it was. I wanted to be felt. I wanted to feel being felt. <br><br> Then, they stopped kissing. I leaned up to replace her, but he shifted away, "Come on, guys." <br><br> I noticed blue and red was flashing across my face through the window, but was more concerned with his departure. She was going, too. And her. "Wait!" I giggled, tugging them back towards the beanbag chair. <br><br> They didn't come. They were gathering their clothes. <br><br> We could hear the sirens now. "Fuck." He chuckled. The girls laughed. <br><br> "Oh. //Shit//!" My body tensed. It went from lovely to awful in a split-second. <br><br> "Guess it wasn't as remote as we thought." He was dressed again. <br><br> "Music was too loud." So was she. <br><br> "Come on, <<print $CC.name>>." And so was she. <br><br> They started moving, in no rush but realizing the necessity to go. I hadn't. Or couldn't. <br><br> Time to get going. I //couldn't// get caught for myriad reasons. <<print $CC.DName>> and <<print $CC.MName>> two of them. My age a third. <br><br> But where? <br><br> <div id="cops"> <<crossroads #cops>> <<path>> Paranoia kicked in. The tree line? <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face angry>> Flee. <br><br> Run. <br><br> Out the back door, leaving my clothes behind and leaping out into the taller grass. <br><br> Away from the lights. <br><br> Towards darkness. <br><br> Light = Bad. Dark = Good. <br><br> The whooping police sirens seemed to be coming from everywhere. <br><br> Was I being pursued? Pell-mell running through the grass? <br><br> Couldn't check. <br><br> Go, //go//, ''go''! <br><br> A root caught my foot, <<linkexpand "Shit!">> Shit!" and I tumbled, thudding //hard// against the thankfully ''soft'' dirt. <br><br> I held still, prone and trying to make out sounds besides the cicadas, my thudding chest, and my heaving breaths. <br><br> I could just picture the boys in blue casually walking up behind me, flashlights full-on up my skirt as they found me. <br><br> But the moments lengthened. <br><br> I took a chance and pressed myself off the ground into a careful crouch. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I got bit by mosquitos and lost my buzz, waiting 'til the cop car left the house. Squatting like an idiot in the woods. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Panic set in. A hiding spot? <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> They couldn't possibly search the whole house, right? <br><br> I thudded up the stairs while the others wandered out the front door -- the party was over and they were headed home. <br><br> But not me. <br><br> I'd have to figure out a way home later. <br><br> Now, I needed...a closed door. <br><br> I tugged and it came <<linkexpand "open">> open. <br><br> The light flicked on. A sleepy head lifted, groggily looking me over, "Hello?" Julio's Dad. A few beers empty on his bedside table. <br><br> "Uh, hi. I need--" <br><br> "Cops?" I nodded and he laughed, "Close the fuckin' door then." <br><br> I shut it firmly and leaned against the wall. <br><br> He looked at me with a humored grin, propping himself up on one elbow, "Hm. You know, you look like you're hiding standing there...like that. Dressed for bed already, Come 'ere." He patted the bed beside him. <br><br> Ohhh shit. I was naked. The realization flooded over me and I got awkward. <br><br> "I'm not gonna bite." He rubbed down his beer belly, ruffling his curly hairs. <br><br> And then I heard people coming up the stairs. <br><br> I scrambled quickly over next to him, feeling the sweat of sleep on his skin as he pulled me close and sheets across us both. Then he leaned over me, flicking the light off. The closeness of his body, his size...felt nice. My hands began wandering along his skin enjoying the touch. I pulled myself closer. He chuckled and began to pet my head. Yes. Please. <br><br> Moments later the door opened, a flashlight making both of us blink as the cop checked the room. Julio's Dad lifted up, "You got a warrant buddy? This is my house." <br><br> "We have reasonable cause--" <br><br> "To wake me up? We've been fuckin' sleeping. Get out." And the door closed. "See?" He chuckled and pulled me tighter, "Should probably wait a bit, though." <br><br> I felt his hand squeeze one of my tits. Oh. <br><br> I felt the bed rock as he yanked his boxers off, lost to the foot of the bed. OH. <br><br> The touch felt...sooo...nice... <br><br> <div id="dad"> <<crossroads #dad>> <<path>> I wanted more. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> I wiggled my hips back against his freed dick, my hands pulling myself back tighter against him. So much for a hint, I was making it obvious as hell. <br><br> The bed rocked again as he firmly pushed his big body against mine. Mhmm. I lifted my thigh slightly, his hands found my hipbones. Yeah. <br><br> The bed rocked again, his whole weight driving his cock inside me. Yeah? <br><br> I yelped, arching and pushing my hands back against him instinctively. <br><br> Thrust. "Shh." Thrust. "The." Thrust. "cops." He grunted in my ear, one hand from my hips going over my mouth. <br><br> The bed rocked hard as he drunkenly banged out his teenaged surprise bed-mate. His hand became hot and moist against my mouth, cheeks, and chin as I breathed, gasped and yelped into it, muffled. <br><br> His drunkenness kept him entirely focused on himself. The K made it a crazy weird experience. It both didn't feel good at all, but also felt amaaazing. I was hitting my ass back against him in time, my hands clutching back at his fuzzy body to keep him tight. I felt the sharp pain of his hard cock slamming inside me. It wasn't hitting any of my spots, but the contact and filling alone was a great sensation. I needed it. <br><br> The bed rocked quicker and he loudly grunted in my ear as he <<linkexpand "finished">> <<cumSpray mound2 thighs4 pussy1>> finished. <br><br> He sighed deeply as he presses his beer belly against my back and pulled my hips against him. Sleep took him quickly but not before he locked me in for the night. <br><br> Sleep took me quickly as well. <br><br> Before morning, he slipped out and off of me because when I awoke, he was gone. Either he had very much cared when he realized, or he didn't care at all. <br><br> Either way, I hadn't gotten locked up. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <br><br> <<set _primaryTextOutput = "Being drunk was no excuse...but no one would know. Julio wouldn't say anything -- would he even know? I was safe. I think.">> <<set _secondTextPrefix = "Welp.">> <<set _secondaryTextOutput = " just couldn't find out.">> <<include "CC000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<vCardCheck "Julio's Dad" M "Julio's Dad at a house party, hiding from the cops.">> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> not nice enough, though. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> My hand caught his and I just squeezed it. He got the message and either he was drunk enough to just fall asleep, or wasn't willing to be //that// kind of guy. <br><br> Thank god he didn't press the issue. My mind was sloshy from the night. The comfort of the bed and darkness of the room enough of a suggestion. I fell asleep there that night. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <br><br> I didn't know when would be safe. My mind was sloshy from the night. The comfort of the bed and darkness of the room enough of a suggestion. I fell asleep there that night. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> I was trapped. Definitely. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face angry>> I saw them leaving and I just froze. <br><br> Shit, shit, shit! <br><br> I didn't know what to do! <br><br> "Coming?" He offered. <br><br> I pulled myself tighter against the bean bag chair. He looked at me. He motioned towards the door again. I grabbed tighter, caressing the 'beans' under the fabric. <br><br> And then they were gone. <br><br> All I could do was listen to my breathing. <br><br> If I didn't move, they couldn't find me. <br><br> If they found me, then they couldn't see me. <br><br> The door <<linkexpand "opened">> opened. <br><br> They saw me. <br><br> Two patrol men laughing at me, curled up in the tightest ball I could manage. <br><br> Fuck! <br><br> They could //see// me. <br><br> I felt a tightening in my stomach. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I leaned against the hood of the cop car as they took down my information and proceeded to call my <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>>. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Was the ''sex''. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face ahego>> <br><br> Solo cup in hand, I felt at ease. <br><br> It was a rundown place at the edge of town, dark as dark can be, which meant the music could be //loud//. <br><br> The froth sloshed, lukewarm through the plastic against my hand as I wandered through the house. A group splayed out on a couple couches (that had seen better days) were debating the merits of The Wire even though Law & Order reruns were playing on the TV. I smiled because maybe they didn't know what they were watching. <br><br> Outside, there was a low-key game of beer pong, but I didn't feel like fighting the mosquitos. <br><br> Hm. Was I bored? <br><br> Okay, so house parties might have been a little too chill at times. I missed the nervous energy charging things. <br><br> I was going to have to find something more entertaining. I pounded the cup of beer and began poking around the house. <br><br> Julio was in the kitchen, manning the keg and hitting a vape pen. Nope. Into the back hallway, I began trying doors. Found a couple girls and a guy curled up mostly naked on a bean bag chair and I thought I was finally finding something interesting, but no. They were just on K and blissed out. <br><br> "Hey, <<print $CC.name>>!" How did he know my name? "Come on!" He waved me in. I shook my head. <br><br> Shutting the door again to decline their invitation, I kept up the search. <br><br> Behind one of the last doors came exactly what I was looking for: moans. No sock on the knob, so...I tried it. It was unlocked -- oh shit, they musta been in a <<linkexpand "hurry">>. <br><br> She was ass-up, head-down on the bed, her feet hanging off the edge as he stood behind her and was solidly just plowing away. I didn't recognize either of their asses. <br><br> I stood there, and despite the infiltration of light and my shadow, they just kept going. Ignoring me. <br><br> The wet slapping set that place in my brain a-tingle. My hand was between my thighs before I realized it, standing half in the hallway and playing voyeur. <br><br> They didn't seem to be in a rush anymore, his hands lightly resting on her lower back as his hips hit forward again and again, hilting himself inside her as her body reacted, bucking forward from the firm thrusting. <br><br> She was panting, grabbing handfuls of the sheets. <br><br> I was getting into myself, pushing two fingers deep at the soft clutch inside me. <br><br> I leaned my shoulder against the door frame, pumping my fingers as I watched them and imagined being involved. Either they hadn't noticed and if they did, I risked them stopping. If they //had// noticed, I wasn't invited. <br><br> I kept my hand in time with the sounds and show playing out in front of me, palm pressed against my clit as I held my breath. Quiet, <<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> Oh. <br><br> I was getting there. <br><br> My shoulder pressed hard against the door jamb. <br><br> I bit into my lip. <br><br> My hand worked erratically. <br><br> I lifted up onto my toes. <br><br> I <<shake 3s>>shuddered<</shake>>. <br><br> I let out the breath, eyes in a haze from the orgasm abating and the beer buzz as I slowed my masturbation and returned to watching them. Maybe a second one... <br><br> Blue and red started flashing across my face, Never had that happen before after I...OH. Shit. <br><br> Spinning lights flickered through the window and across their naked, bouncing bodies. The deep darkness of the night was being destroyed as the police approached from the woods. <br><br> "Ow!" I tugged my fingers out a bit too quickly, stumbling back from the doorway. <br><br> They heard that, both turning to look at me but not messing with their rhythm. But then they realized what I had: Cops. I left them to figure things out or finish because I needed to be. on. my. way. <br><br> Welp. Guess it wasn't as remote as we thought it was. And the music was probably too loud. <br><br> Time to get going. Couldn't get caught for myriad reasons. <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<print $CC.MName>> one<<else>><<print $CC.DName>> and <<print $CC.MName>> two<</if>> of them. My age another. <br><br> But where? <br><br> <div id = "cops"> <<crossroads #cops>> <<path>> The tree line? <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face angry>> Flee. <br><br> Run. <br><br> Out the back door, the wetness of my thighs not providing extra speed as I leapt out into the taller grass. <br><br> Away from the lights. <br><br> Towards darkness. <br><br> Light = Bad. Dark = Good. <br><br> The whooping police sirens seemed to be coming from everywhere. <br><br> Was I being pursued? Pell-mell running through the grass? <br><br> Couldn't check. <br><br> Go, //go//, ''go''! <br><br> A root caught my foot, <<linkexpand "Shit!">> "Shit!" and I tumbled, thudding //hard// against the thankfully ''soft'' dirt. <br><br> I held still, prone and trying to make out sounds besides the cicadas, my thudding chest, and my heaving breaths. <br><br> I could just picture the boys in blue casually walking up behind me, flashlights full-on up my skirt as they found me. <br><br> But the moments lengthened. <br><br> I took a chance and pressed myself off the ground into a careful crouch. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I got bit by mosquitos and lost my buzz, waiting 'til the cop car left the house. Squatting like an idiot in the woods. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> A hiding spot? <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> They couldn't possibly search the whole house, right? <br><br> I thudded up the stairs while the others wandered out the front door -- the party was over and they were headed home. <br><br> But not me. <br><br> I'd have to figure out a way home later. <br><br> Now, I needed...a closed door. <br><br> I tugged and it came <<linkexpand "open">> open. <br><br> The light flicked on. A sleepy head lifted, groggily looking me over, "Hello?" Julio's Dad. A few beers empty on his bedside table. <br><br> "Uh, hi. I need--" <br><br> "Cops?" I nodded and he laughed, "Close the fuckin' door then." <br><br> I shut it firmly and leaned against the wall. <br><br> He looked at me with a humored grin, propping himself up on one elbow, "Hm. You look like you're hiding like that. Come 'ere." He patted the bed beside him. <br><br> Right. Get in bed with him. That sounded smart. <br><br> "I'm not gonna bite." He rubbed down his beer belly, ruffling his curly hairs. <br><br> And then I heard people coming up the stairs. <br><br> I scrambled quickly over next to him, feeling the sweat of sleep on his skin as he pulled me close and tugged my shoes <<link "off">><<feet>><</link>> and sheets across us both. Then he leaned over me, flicking the light off. <br><br> Moments later the door opened, a flashlight making both of us blink as the cop checked the room. Julio's Dad lifted up, "You got a warrant buddy? This is my house." <br><br> "We have reasonable cause--" <br><br> "To wake me up? We've been fuckin sleeping. Get out." And the door closed. "See?" He chuckled and pulled me tighter, "Should probably wait a bit, though." <br><br> "You think they're gone?" <br><br> "Dunno." His hand snaked down my body, "Better to be safe." I gasped as he began to work my zipper open. <br><br> I was horny... <br><br> <div id = "dad"> <<crossroads #dad>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> enough. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> I wiggled my hips, the <<link "skirt">><<lower>><<panties>><</link>> was lost at the foot of the bed. <br><br> The bed rocked as his weight yanked his own boxers down behind me. <br><br> The bed rocked again as he firmly pushed his big body against mine. <br><br> I twisted, rolling onto my shoulders and knees. <br><br> He grunted, clearly preferring to remain lazily laid down, but wasn't going to really argue as I proffered myself. <br><br> His hands found my hipbones. <br><br> The bed rocked again, his whole weight driving his cock inside me. <br><br> I yelped, arching and pushing my hands back against him instinctively. <br><br> Thrust. "Shh." Thrust. "The." Thrust. "cops." He grunted loudly behind me (so much for Shh), one hand from my hips going to hold my face against the mattress. The other hand on my lower back, assuming the position of the other couple. With some adjustments. <br><br> The bed rocked hard as he drunkenly banged out his teenaged surprise bed-mate. The bedding became hot and moist against my mouth, cheeks, and chin as I breathed, gasped and yelped into it, muffled. <br><br> It was the quintessential drunk hookup. His drunkenness keeping him entirely focused on himself. I wasn't //that// drunk, and I wondered if she had been feeling this way just a few minutes before. <br><br> The bed rocked quicker and he practically yelled out as he <<linkexpand "finished">> <<cumSpray mound2 thighs4 pussy1>> finished. <br><br> He sighed deeply as he dropped ontop of me, flattening me against the bed beneath him. <br><br> I squirmed, but he pulled my hips against him. I twisted my head, at least I could breathe now. <br><br> Sleep took him quickly but not before he locked me in for the night. <br><br> Sleep took me quickly as well. <br><br> Before morning, he slipped out and off of me because when I awoke, he was gone. Either he had very much cared when he realized, or he didn't care at all. <br><br> Either way, I hadn't gotten locked up. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <br><br> <<set _primaryTextOutput = "Being drunk was no excuse...but no one would know. Julio just couldn't say anything -- did he even know? I think I was safe.">> <<set _secondTextPrefix = "Welp.">> <<set _secondaryTextOutput = " just couldn't find out.">> <<include "CC000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<vCardCheck "Julio's Dad" M "Julio's Dad at a house party, hiding from the cops.">> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> not enough, though. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> My hand caught his and I just squeezed it. He got the message and either he was drunk enough to just fall asleep, or wasn't willing to be //that// kind of guy. <br><br> Thank god he didn't press the issue. My mind was sloshy from the night. The comfort of the bed and darkness of the room enough of a suggestion. I fell asleep there that night. Safe, but I had to explain where I was the next morning. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Get lost in the crowd? <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face angry>> It was like a shift-change. Everyone was getting up and going...but not in a rush? Just taking the appearance of the pigs as a sign that the night and the fun was over. <br><br> Okay... <br><br> I fell in line with the rest of them, a little clump of kids and adults heading out of the house and towards their vehicles. <br><br> I heard the whooping of the police sirens as we were lit brightly by their floodlight, "Do not leave the premises." <br><br> Fuck. <br><br> I felt a tightening in my stomach. <br><br> The patrol car rumbled over the uneven ground and pulled between me and a few of the cars. <br><br> I saw one of the other kids from school manage to hop into a truck and make his way off into the night. <br><br> I, on the other hand, was trapped. Police on one side and the older guys and girls who were stopping because that knew there was no trouble they could get into. //They// were of age. <br><br> For the next hour or so, I leaned against the hood of the cop car as they took down my information and proceeded to call my home. <br><br> ACAB. Like I said. [[Constants|CC023 - Partier]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit default>> <<image framed "passage/CC023-Partier.png">> I didn't always go to parties other people threw. When <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<print $CC.MName>> was<<else>><<print $CC.DName>> and <<print $CC.MName>> were<</if>> gone, the mice came out to play. <br><br> I couldn't pass up opportunities like that. Hell, it was an //expectation// for a person with my rep as a party girl to throw a dope party when she had a chance. <br><br> Sure, the clean-up sucked. Doing it hung over and in a rush the next morning might have been a Circle of Hell unmentioned in Dante's Inferno. But I had The Boys and <<print $CC.FName>> to help most of the time. Or maybe a hookup or guy who stayed over with someone else might be guilted into a little trash bag duty. <br><br> I could get through the pain, because what mattered was that they didn't know what had happened when they returned. They probably knew. But if they weren't saying anything, then I had done a good enough job making sure that the damage wasn't...permanent? Noticeable? <br><br> Whatever the reason for flying under the radar, I was happy about it, passed out in my bed after too-little sleep and too-much party. <br><br> <div id="mine"> <br><br> A party that //I// threw did exactly what things I wanted a party to. Most importantly: <br><br> <<crossroads #mine>> <<path>> I had //my// room when I ''needed it''. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <br><br> It was my sacred place -- almost never did anyone violate the sanctum of //my// room. <br><br> The master bed though? Change the sheets. Sorry, <<print $CC.MName>>. <br><br> The guest? Hide the stain. <br><br> Literally any other room in the house? Hide the underwear left behind. <br><br> But not my room. <br><br> I could scurry off with whomever I was crushing on at the time and no one would miss the host too badly. <br><br> Sometimes you just needed to get some action. To feel important. To feel wanted. To feel lips pressed against yours. Hands grabbing and grasping like you were life-sustaining. And I got to explore without concern. No one to barge in and catch or interrupt. And I knew every inch of the room. And because it was mine, I controlled when things <<linkreplace "ended.">><<cumSpray mouth>>ended. <br><br> And then I'd rejoin the party, hair and clothes in disarray. But now glowing, flushed and super relaxed. <br><br><br> Never had to worry about the state of my room after all. Messy, stained, clothes? It was my [[domain|CC024 - Partier]].<</linkreplace>> <<path>> Who was there was (mostly) up to ''me''. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> There was always some cute guy or girl my friends wanted me to invite. And there was the risk/reward of an upper classman or someone from outside of our school bubble...maybe they'd say no and I'd feel rejected. Maybe they'd say yes, bring their own crew and ruin the party. But, essentially, the invites were in my hands. <br><br> It wasn't simply a popularity contest because there were a lot of considerations that went into throwing a party. Who would be a mess? Who would //cause// a mess? Who just got broken up with? Who would bring a little green or drink and not be a mooch? Who had a hotter, older brother that might show up...if even at the end only to be there as someone's ride back home. It was all important and I had to weigh it all. <br><br> Curation complete, I'd throw a party that was exactly my speed. Never had to worry about who I'd run into or what was going on. <br><br> The only downside? Getting. people. to. leave. <br><br> Once they showed up, they wanted to crash there. They wanted to hang out //long// after their welcome was over. <br><br> Ugh. <br><br> Oh, no. The worst were the kids who would ''crash'', because (of course) someone would let my address slip. Well, the where was pretty obvious, but when it was happening. So there was always an unwanted guest or two. <br><br> But I guess that made things interesting? And simply a fact of parties. <br><br><br> Even though the party would end, the next week would begin and I would just be <<print $CC.name>> again, but for that short period, it was my [[domain|CC024 - Partier]]. <<path>> I got the attention for throwing a ''sick'' party. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <br><br> A rare opportunity to be important. You could feel, as the party approached, people being nicer to you, people doing things for you without asking. And the power I had over them was intoxicating. <br><br> They wanted to be invited. My friends never had to worry. My 'enemies' probably were throwing a party to spite me. They wouldn't be getting an RSVP in any regard. It was the people in the gray that were in my sway. <br><br> Next, I could turn my attention to making the party a //rager//. There had to be enough to drink. Enough to smoke. Enough space for people to...dance...and the playlist? Oh, the playlist was crucial. <br><br> I spent hours going through selection and ordering. And it had to go long enough to last the entire night. Nothing would be worse than sudden, dead air. <br><br> The party itself was the highlight. Though I could never really enjoy it as much as everyone else -- hostess with the mostess. But still, it's why you do the thing. People //loved// me for the night. So much gratitude. So many friends. <br><br> Afterwards, there was this glow. <br> The first time hookups of the night? I made that happen. <br> And the stories of people puking out into the bushes, or trying to jump off the roof? That was me, too. <br> The crazier and bigger the stories were spoke to my prowess of a party planner. Then more people would want to be at the next one. More people in my sway. <br><br><br> The stories had a downside when they inevitably spread beyond just us. Parents finding out was never a good thing. I got a bit of a rep for parties being my [[domain|CC024 - Partier]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC024-Partier.png">> <<outfit default>> <<face drunk>> Backseat of a cruiser, staring at my sneaks while I considered the night. My head felt heavy as I looked down, threatening to drop. I hoped that me being caught didn't mean anyone else got in //actual// trouble. Delinquency of minors. Woof. Such a stupid thing. <br><br> The door swung open again, "Miss..." he considered my ID, "<<print $CC.surname>>. Do you have a number that you'd like me to call?" <br><br> The party was over and my drunkenness was seeming like a bigger annoyance than the fun it had been a half hour before, "No..." <br><br> "So, I'm going to have to pull up your records?" <br><br> My head dropped back against the seat. "No..." <br><br> "So then what are we going to do here. You don't need me to tell you how much trouble you're in." <br><br> "I mean..." I smacked my lips, trying to find the focus to make an argument, "Isn't it the guys who threw the party who are in trouble? I just...partook. There laws against that?" <br><br> "Well, a simple call can let us know how your parents feel about it. That matters more to me right now. That and your safety. You let me deal with the guys who threw this party." <br><br> "You never did anything like this? Come onnnnn...." I reached out, grabbing at his hand, giving it a shake and the biggest, incredulous eyes that I could manage. <br><br> He sighed. "Man, everyone's making it hard on me tonight, aren't they." He said to no one in particular. <br><br> <div id="cop"> <<crossroads #cop>> <<path>> Convince him for a ride rather than making that call. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> "Making you hard?" My hand swung from his wrist to his crotch, smiling dumbly up at him with lidded eyes as I inspected his slacks. Not hard, but he was reacting and //would// be. <br><br> "W-what are you doing?!" He pushed my hand away. <br><br> "You miss the fun. I think that's why you're upset." I swung my knees out of the cruiser door, everything between them on display as I reoriented myself. Sober I might have cared about decency. <br><br> "This is //not// how things work." <br><br> "I bet you won't be angry or upset any more...and you'll get a little bit of the fun, too. What's wrong with that?" The weight of his equipment made the belt hard for me to finagle. I scooted forward, trying to get a better angle. He wasn't running away. Instead, he was looking around, as if ensuring no one would see. <br><br> He grabbed my hands, "L-let...me give you a ride home." His belt was open and I had begun working his zipper. I looked up at him curious, but he was confirming my address from my ID. I shrugged and giggled a bit as he had to waddle with his open belt to get me into the passenger-side rather than the backseat. He didn't bother reclasping the belt even as he made his way to the driver's seat. <br><br> Starting the car, he pulled away from the house party -- much to their delight, a win-win for everyone involved. My head dropped to his lap, ignoring seatbelt laws as well. <br><br> He drove <<linkreplace "slowly">> <<face drunk runny>> <<cumSpray mouth1>> slowly. <br><br> If he was in no rush, neither was I. I also didn't want to have the night's meal and drinks come up in his lap. I heard the amazement in his voice. Must have been a first for him. Maybe a fantasy realized. Maybe why he became a cop in the first place. <br><br> "Thank you, officer." I smiled, stepping out of the cruiser in front of my place, wiping my lips and giving him a little wave goodbye. <br><br> "Uh. Y-you're welcome. Now...be safe in the future, okay?" <br><br> I nodded, smiling I saw him fumbling. He looked so confused, so pleased, and so limp, pants just open and direct contrast to the officer of the law that he was. <br><br> A safe and easy conclusion to the evening. Police still sucked. Or rather, I guess...I did. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</linkreplace>>. <<path>> Pay the piper. <<contents>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> "Sorry. Can you just...I dunno. Here." I pulled out my phone and dialed for him. I sat there, listening to the dial tone as it rang through til it got an answer. <br><br> A groggy, "<<print $CC.name>>?" <br><br> "Yeah, it's me." I looked up at the cop. He was doing paperwork. He looked so proud of himself. "Can you come pick me up?" <br><br> They were not happy. Except that I was safe. He was thanked effusively for his service and apologized to for my bad behavior. He was more than happy to soak up the accolades while I was about to get grounded for life. <br><br> For just having some fun. No one got hurt. <br><br> It didn't matter. I got caught. <br><br> There were no more parties at that house. I never heard what happened to them, but I never really knew them in the first place. <br><br> Didn't stop me from going to other parties. It just meant I had a set of lessons on what //not// to do. And how to avoid fucking cops. Goddamn to they suck. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC020-Home.png">> The best part of spending extra time at home? The freedom to goon and masturbate alone. Ah, the sweet, sweet sound of no one around. <br><br> Maybe I should have spent a little more time with something productive, but the release and calmness that would come after cumming? I really understood the meaning of 'ecstatic'. <br><br> I would hurry home, sometimes cutting out of a free period early, knowing the household calendar and timing to a 'T'. Like clockwork, I would unlock the front door and call out as I came in, locking behind me as I took in the sound of silence. <br><br> Then it was dropping my bag on the floor and bounding down the hallway to my bedroom, working my clothes, eager to make <<linkexpand "the most of each moment.">> the most of each moment. <<outfit naked>> <br><br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> My mind would return to a moment earlier in the day that had turned me on: a thought I had in class, someone during PE, or just what I had logged in the brain bank. My hand was between my legs while I was disrobing, making myself grunt as I got to business. <br><br> I had been ready before I opened the door and my folds welcomed my fingers, climbing up onto my bed, leaning back on one elbow with my thighs dropped open. <br><br> The build-up was the best part, groaning out as my body fought my mind when I shifted off 'right there' and let the impending orgasm dissipate, making my loins ache. <br><br> And there, cheeks pink, fingers grinding slightly against my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>smooth skin<<else>>hair<</if>> on top of my mound, I gasped, freezing as I realized someone was looking in my window. <br><br> It was gardening day. I had forgotten and definitely not taken precautions, in flagrante delicto. When he noticed I noticed, he grinned, waving the shears in his gloved hand. <br><br> <div id="caught"> <<crossroads #caught>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> Keep going? ''Fuck it''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <<contents>> <<face shock>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <br> <<scrollIntoView>> Since my fingers were already pausing, I used them to give a little wave as I smirked back. My free hand slid up to my <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>>perky<</if>> <<print $Body.tits>> breasts and began to tweak one nipple as my fingers resumed my second climb of the afternoon. <br><br> He grinned broadly and leaned on the hedge by the window, watching intently as I worked myself up again, nodding in agreement as my body lurched moments before I would cum as I stopped. A little sweaty, heart thumping, I grinned broadly at him and patted lightly at my pussy. <br><br> I got focused at that point, lest I actually cum too quickly, and him watching gave me more to get aroused about. A third, fourth, fifth, sixth hill, dots forming in my vision as I gasped up at the ceiling, fingers trembling. I needed to stop or else I wouldn't be able to control myself. With a throbbing ache in my core I slid off the bed with wobbly legs and rolled my eyes as I saw he had been recording. <br><br> Okay, enough of that. I yanked the curtain shut with a quick little [[kiss-y face|CC021 - Home]]. <<path>> Quickly ''shut the curtains''? <<contents>> <<face shock>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<outfit default>> <br> <<scrollIntoView>> Oh, //fuck// no. The pink in my cheeks became red as I bounced and jiggled my way over to the window. Yanking the curtains shut, I vowed to add that to my calendar -- I'd not forget ''that'' detail [[again|CC021 - Home]]. <<path $CC.maleAttention gt 1>> Give him a ''show''. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't want male attention enough. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <br> <<scrollIntoView>> Well, this certainly got more interesting. He was //cute//. The sweaty, dirty glisten on his body gave me more to work with. My fingers -- already paused -- gave a little wave to him and then a 'come here' curl. His eyes popped and I nodded. He disappeared. <br><br> I took the moment to bring myself up the hill again, grunting out as I heard movement inside the house, which brought my arousal nearly to a surprising peak and I had to squirm, yanking my hand away from my pussy just in time. <br><br> And as I gasped up at the ceiling, I saw him again, entering my room. Not alone. All three of the gardening team were around my bed, <<speech>>"Bonita..."<</speech>> came the old one. <br><br> My body was a little pre-occupied to do anything, <<speechPC>>"N-no touching."<</speechPC>> I tried to wave them off with one hand. <<speech>>"Sí, Sí, Sí."<</speech>> The middle-aged one nodded and made a little blocking move with his arms. Content enough with that, I started again. I felt the weight of one of them joining me on the bed as I moaned and breathed hard. <br><br> Hearing their comments about my body, their encouragement, smelling the exhaustion and testosterone of their bodies...it was the best session I'd ever had. <br><br> It was probably the best job they'd had either. And most months we had some kind of a repeat -- [[win-win|CC021 - Home]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Home.png">> The Boys and I didn't always hang out at <<print $CC.friend1>>'s -- the garage is cool and all, but it wasn't that convenient for me. So mine became home base number two, especially when things were a bit frantic on his end, or quiet on mine. <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Alright, who's turn was it today...?"<</speech>> Ethan turned, performative as always. To...me. <<speechPC>>"Wait. It...no..."<</speechPC>> I shook my head, returning the acting as best I could. It was. I forgot. <br><br> Andrew dropped onto the bed beside me, <<speech "Andrew.png">>"Don't bullshit, <<print $CC.name>>. Where's the green."<</speech>> <br><br> <div id="weed"> <<crossroads #weed>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> <<speechPC>>"You know I ''don't smoke''. I'm not contributing to your delinquency."<</speechPC>> <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't stable enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speech "Ethan.png">>"Oh, come //on//."<</speech>> Ethan threw a pillow at me. I ducked and it hit <<print $CC.friend1>>. <<speechPC>>"See? Ya don't get those reflexes being a pothead."<</speechPC>> I stuck out my tongue. <<speech "MFriend.png">>"Ya also don't get to be any fun."<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> smacked me in the face with the pillow. <br><br> Andrew packed a bowl and passed between them. I didn't understand the things they laughed and talked about -- it just sounded dumb. But I enjoyed their company, in [[any state|CC022 - Home]]. <<path>> <<speechPC>>"Ugh //fine//. I don't have it ''on'' me...lemme ''make a call''."<</speechPC>> <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> They dove into a mobile game with scantily clad orcs and lots of blood while I texted, chewing at my lower lip trying to come up with new avenues for acquisition. <br><br> Eventually, I found a dealer and convinced them to do a delivery. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Smoke 'em cuz you got 'em."<</speechPC>> I tossed the bag at Andrew and let him pack a bowl for us. <br><br> It was fun spinning in a computer chair when you were blazed. The way the world just...[[spins|CC022 - Home]]. <<path>> <<speechPC>>"No one else is carrying? I'll getcha ''next time''. //Promise//."<</speechPC>> <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> There was an eyeroll and a sigh. Andrew shook his head and patted my thigh. Being a girl was ''great''. <br><br> A bowl was packed and I curled up against Andrew as he passed to me after lighting. And soon we were on our way, opening a window and lightly just stroking each other's fingers as we laughed and [[waxed poetic|CC022 - Home]]. Mooch for life. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC022-Home.png">> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> And then there were days when I was bored out of my mind. The Boys were busy and I didn't feel in the mood. Nothing on my phone was interesting and I //certainly// didn't want to do school work. <br><br> I flipped through streaming options. I looked in the pantry for snacks. And then, all my options exhausted, I got curious. I started poking around where I knew I shouldn't be. <br><br> <<if $CC.mom == 1>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>The family<<else>><<print $CC.DName>>'s<</if>> office. It was like a sanctuary and the doors were usually closed. I wondered what worlds would present themselves. <br><br> I dropped into the chair casually, as if the approach mattered. Wiggled the mouse...Password. Hm. My birthday? Wow. That was way too easy. <br><br> Travel agent stuff. Trip deals, trying to convince people to spend money. Hotels...K. Boring. What about... <br><br> <<shake 2s>>Gross!<</shake>> Close, close close! I did not want to find that porn folder. Can I scrub my memory? Men in Black? Please? <br><br> Fighting the gag reflex and my better judgment, I trudged on. There sure were a lot of sub-folders. <br><br> Passports, mine...Mom's. Mom's. Mom's? There's a //dozen// of them. Stamps for: UAE, Australia, Indonesia, the Philippines...North Korea?-- <br><br> <<speech "$CC.DName">>"<<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> Fuck. He's back. Quick shut down and find a way out of the room. <br><br> Curiosity kills the cat, right? <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>The family<<else>><<print $CC.DName>>'s<</if>> office. It was like a sanctuary and the doors were usually closed. I wondered what worlds would present themselves. <br><br> I dropped into his chair casually, as if the approach mattered. Wiggled the mouse...Password. Hm. My birthday? Wow. That was way too easy. <br><br> Travel agent stuff. Trip deals, trying to convince people to spend money. Hotels...K. Boring. What about... <br><br> <<shake 2s>>Gross!<</shake>> Close, close close! I did not want to find that porn folder. Can I scrub my memory? Men in Black? Please? <br><br> Fighting the gag reflex and my better judgment, I trudged on. There sure were a lot of sub-folders. <br><br> Passports? The same person has...wait. Who is this woman. Why does she look so much like...me? <<speech "$CC.DName">>"<<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> Fuck. He's back. Quick shut down and find a way out of the room. <br><br> Curiosity kills the cat, right? <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>>
/* TODO: format */ <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel -->> <<set _fight = 0>> <div id = "gang"> How had //I// become a part of a gang? Don't judge a book by its cover. I didn't get corrupted, I didn't fall in with the bad kids. <br><br> I don't think people really understand how important it is to have solid people around you. A team. A community. <br><br> It had, honestly, just been happenstance. <br><br> I was coming home from school and stopped short, seeing these kids hanging precariously from the edge of a roof. I had no idea how he could hold himself by what seemed to be one set of fingertips. Maybe he was Spider-Man. <br><br> His other hand was preoccupied with a can of spray paint and the rest, sitting comfortably on the roof, were cheering him on. Either to see him succeed or see him fall. <br><br> I couldn't help myself and stopped below them, potentially in the danger zone should he actually fall. "What'cha doin?" I <<link "called up">><<replace "#gang">> <<image framed "passage/cc.gang.joining.png">> The one in the center turned his head, then they all did, looking at me. Even the one dangling for his life stared down. I could sense they were preparing to either attack or run...and then...the flight or flight response dissipated as they took me in. There was a collective look of surprise and curiosity. <<speech "Amari">>"Initiation, hot stuff. Come on up."<</speech>> It was then I realized that they were older than me -- just had that mischievous, kid-like energy -- and this guy was closer to thirty. <br><br> I did come on up, though it took me too long to find a way onto the roof of the dilapidated building than would have allowed me to remain 'cool'. <br><br> His name was Amari and he led the group. Our group, as I quickly found it. He had years of experience. It seemed like he had been born into the gang life (and maybe he had.) The group was embedded in the fiber of his being and he __deeply__ cared about ''his'' people. He felt fatherly, it felt friendly. They felt like home. <<if $CC.parents !== "together">>Which I desperately needed.<<else>>Which was weird to me because I had never thought I needed any other place than my //real// home.<</if>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Amari">>His simple aura had me drooling. He had that effect on women. I knew that if I was going to make him mine it would mean being open to sharing him. But having a piece of him was going to be better than none of him. It'd happen, it was just a matter of not being a casual hookup...something more substantial.<</if>> <br><br> The kid managed not to fall. That was his initiation, a number of years younger than me and now an inductee to Amari's Gators. <br><br> We spent the rest of the afternoon cheering Alejandro on. I was surprised they were being so inclusive of me. <<if Array("white", "fair").includes($Body.skin)>>I certainly didn't //look// the part. I looked exactly like I was: a typical teenager.<<else>>I may have appeared to fit in, but I was just a normal teenager.<</if>> But I got to chill with them the rest of the day and surprisingly there were no crimes committed besides some typical delinquency. Eventually, I needed to get home though, because I __was__ a typical teen who had dinner waiting, homework to be done and school the next day. <<speech "Amari">>"I'd be down for you to be a Gator."<</speech>> Amari said casually. Others nodded, though I did catch the surprise. <<speechPC>>"Uh...wow. Uh. Sure!"<</speechPC>> I giggled in delight before heading off. And not a day later, it was time for ''my'' <<linkexpand "initiation">> <br><br> <div id="initiation"> I had been given the option to either get: <<scrollIntoView>> <<crossroads #initiation>> <<path>> Sexed in. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<cumSpray mouth1 facial1>> The couple girls that were part of the group had let me know it was the expected way in, and since I had a pussy, I'd be hooking up with the gang anyway, might as well start from the start. And so I spent the afternoon in a parking lot in the back of a Honda Civic. <br><br> They were all chilling, blasting music from the car speakers and getting drunk off Bud Light they'd lifted last night. One by one, they would get into the backseat, chatting with each other as I gave them head. It was hours of the most casual sexual activity, my jaw ached, my neck throbbed, my hands were pruned and raw. My mouth tasted of bleach-y, salty tang as the gang busted nuts in my mouth. <br><br> My win, though, was despite how turned on I got -- thanks teen hormones -- and how pushy and handsy some of them got, it never escalated to sex. The girls were surprised. I was proud. <br><br> My body felt absolutely destroyed, though. I wondered if I'd be less exhausted and beaten down if I had gotten jacked in [[instead|CC021 - Gang]]. <<path>> Jacked in. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<face hurt1>> An abandoned parking lot, at night. Car headlights providing illumination as I squared off against one of the gang's female members. <br><br> Our hair was up, jewelry put away, clothing as tight and unimportant as I could manage. I'd never been in a fight. She certainly had. I had heard that girls usually took the sex-in route, or weren't given an option. I hoped I wouldn't come out of this broken and scarred. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0>><<set _fight ++>>While she looked good, slender and attractive, it probably was more diet than effort, I could tell quickly that my body was more used to exertion.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>><<set _fight ++>>Most of a fight was maneuver and reading your opponent. I seemed to be able to catch her steps off the shift in her weight, and her strikes from the tension in her shoulders.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>><<set _fight ++>>The parking lot was bare, but old, and even tussling on asphalt had its own dangers, but I kept my footing as we made contact.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>><<set _fight ++>>A strike to the face, a punch to the gut, wrenched hair or the goddamn clawing -- I steeled myself against the pain and bodily shock.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>><<set _fight ++>>Key to fighting was out-thinking your opponent. And I clearly had an edge, catching her unawares most of the time.<br><</if>> We tore into each other, screaming like <div id = "fight"> <<link "banshees">><<replace "#fight">> banshees. <br><br> <<if _fight gt 3>> The brutality of the finish was not something I had even conceived of as I jammed her head against the ground. Her body went limp, my eyes went wide, I instantly regretted this and hoped I hadn't killed her. My new clan whooped and tugged my bruised and beaten body up from my still opponent. <br><br> While I felt elation, I kept trying to turn back to her motionless body on the concrete while they congratulated me and I was [[inducted|CC021 - Gang]].<<else>>The brutality of the finish was not something I had even conceived of -- but she had -- my hands grasping for her wrists as she clamped onto my head and slammed me down against the concrete. Black. <br><br> When I woke up, I was in her bed sometime the next morning. I hurt all over. She had spent a few moment of my unconsciousness beating my body til she had been stopped. But now she was nursing my bruised and beaten body back to the living. And I had been [[inducted|CC021 - Gang]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<path>> Tagged in. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> And there I was, hanging by my wrist, thirty or forty feet above the street below, body banging up against the brick wall as one of the guys let me dangle over my death. It all depended on our hands staying clasped. I willed my palms to not sweat as I grunting and tried to gain purchase with my feet and use my free hand to do some art. <br><br> The fun part had been designing my tag during home room in a sketchpad. But now I had to execute. I don't know why I had thought they wouldn't be doing the same kind of thing as the previous inductee -- and here I was, wearing a <<link "skirt">><<lower "denimSkirt_up">><</link>>. <br><br> I was giving a show, luckily to no one as my thighs and calves tensed, spread widely and I sprayed. No time to think about decency as I applied my mark to the side of an apartment building. <br><br> The <<link "skirt">><<lower "denimSkirt_up">><</link>> was up around my hips, the guys leaning over the ledge getting not only between my legs <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>of my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>bare mound<<elseif Array("bush", "trimmed").includes($Body.pubes)>>hairy mound<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>landing strip<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>manicured womanscape<<else>>stray hairs I missed<</if>> and pink<<else>>of my underwear color of choice of the day<</if>>, but also of my bouncing chest. <br><br> I strained, tugging myself up for leverage, fingertips digging into the meaty flesh of his arm. Eventually, nearing the end, I wasn't proud of my exhausted whimpers, but I was done. I was alive, hauled back up and rolling onto my back as I tossed the can away, panting breathlessly while just leaving the show. I was racked with a near-death experience and recovering from such a weird ask of my body. They cheered me on, circling me and applauding. I laughed, smiled, sighed, smacking my palms against the hot roof in finality. <br><br> I was [[inducted|CC021 - Gang]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> to them. </div>
<<outfit gang>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"What the //fuck// are you wearing?!"<</speech>> <<print $CC.MName>> grasped me by the upper arm, stopping me from joining the Gators. <br><br> I held back the instinctive spit to her face that had become a //bit// too ingrained in my reactions after the past few weeks. <<speechPC>>"What. I'm not allowed to try new things?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Trying out the trashy look?"<</speech>> And here I had thought I was being subtle. It wasn't close to what many of the other girls wore: hot shorts or bodycon dresses -- they could have fit in on the corner -- but it was a //blend// of what I used to wear and my new crew. It was giving the essence of being member while also not getting me kicked out of school. <br><br> But too apparent enough for her. <<image framed "passage/CC021-Gang.png">> <br><br> Again, I held back the saliva. <br><br> <div id ="confrontation"> <<crossroads #confrontation>> <<path>> Be honest and tell her? <<contents>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set $CC.hsv = "none">> <<speechPC>>"I'm a part of a gang."<</speechPC>> I smiled, proud and loud. <br><br> Her fingers dug in to my upper arm and she pulled me firmly into a dining room chair. <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Honey. What did you get yourself //involved// in?"<</speech>> There was intense care and fear in her eyes and it made me break down. Tears followed immediately. From both of us. <br><br> We spent the afternoon at the dining room table. It was a makeshift therapy session as, thankfully, she didn't try to scare me or proselytize. She approached my decision with curiosity to find out what I may have been missing and needed that we could achieve other ways rather than amongst the Gators. <br><br> <<if $CC.Mom == 0>> Later, she went into all of the stories she'd heard from her friends or the news. It didn't sound like Amari and his crew, but at that point I was already emotionally vulnerable and I //could// see the violence latent among the group and the risk of getting in bad with law enforcement. It could ruin my life. <<else>> There was an odd undercurrent to the sentiment that she had. When she described the risks of running with a gang, it didn't come with the expected half-truths from news and friends that I had expected, that I had heard before. I had the impression that she was more familiar with people like Amari and the Gators than she should have been. There was color and context to her worries and what she saw as threats to me and my person that sounded, to me, as if she'd seen them first hand. As if they'd touched her, harmed her, in some way. It took a while before I understood why, but in that moment I was too emotionally vulnerable to be curious. I understood that this could ruin my life. <</if>> <br><br> I disappeared off the gang's radar, went back to being my old self, and luckily they didn't come looking for me. It had been a blip on the radar, a momentary rebellion, my few weeks as a member of a gang. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Fight her and protect my new family? <<contents>> <<face angry>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel -->> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Social -->> <<speechPC>>"Oh, go fuck yourself."<</speechPC>> I yanked my arm free and //did// spit in her face. She was stunned, rocking back and planting squarely into a dining room chair. The saliva seemed to adhere to her cheek in that moment before I wheeled around and sped out the door. I would ride and die for my crew, but that didn't mean I //wanted// to die. <br><br> The Gators laughed along with me, cheering me on as I told them about what I had done. Almost all of them had similar stories, whether it was from a teacher-mentor or a family member. We all had pulled away from those communities in favor of this new one, this one that would bleed for you. <br><br> The rest of high school was a tenuous tightrope because I still did need a place to sleep and food to eat. There were moments of upheaval and throw-down fights at home, but by that point I'd become pretty hardened and I think they were more afraid of me than anything else. <br><br> Otherwise, it was like I was a ghost, gliding in when I wanted and out when I wanted. <br><br> Kids at school also figured it out and, while I'd always have The Boys and <<print $CC.FName>>, there was distance put between me and the others. It kinda felt like an honor, but it also meant I really only had my [[Gators|CC022 - Gang]] to hang with. <<path>> Avoid the topic and just sneak around from here on out? <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<speechPC>>"You never tried out different things"<</speechPC>> I sighed, sliding my arm from her fingers. Her eyes worked me over, trying to find the underlying truth, but I wasn't going to let her have it. <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Just...go change."<</speech>> She sighed back, giving in. <br><br> And I did. Though I did start packing my outfit in my backpack or 'gym bag' and just changing when I wasn't at home. It was living a dual life, but I avoided any conflict at home by being the <<print $CC.name>> I was expected to be there and at school, and I was my true self among the Gators. <br><br> I wished that I didn't have to hide, but I came from a different side of the tracks and I saw the value of my crew and felt the warmth of their care and love in a way that far outstripped anyone else in my life. <br><br> I wasn't going to lose them just to appease anyone else. Even if I was holding it deep down, deep down I //was// a [[Gator|CC022 - Gang]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC022-Gang.png">> <<outfit gang>> And being a Gator meant doing things that were...'illegal'. But, really, illegal is just a perception. Laws change all the time. And when you get down to it, they're all just bullshit. <br><br> When a guy on Wall Street does it, or Madoff, or Holmes...they might get in trouble. ''//Might//''. __If__ they get caught. Meanwhile, the sheer number of people affected by what those few 'white collar criminals' have done and how __much__ they've taken is...incalculable. They'll go to prison (after a lengthy trial) pay some fines that are nothing in comparison to the damages done -- and certainly don't restitute any victims. And then, when they walk down the street after getting out? Just another guy, no harm, no foul. Compare that to what we did. <br><br> We didn't come from anything and most of us didn't have prospects. They often laughed about how they should knock over my house because of where I grew up, or pointed out how many advantages I had in comparison to them. Most of them came from large families working multiple jobs and still not able to meet the needs they had. It was simply unfair and a roll of the dice that they were in this position. No one in life was going to help them, so they helped themselves. <br><br><br> We were selecting our target: Target. They were walking me through the things to watch out for, and what to do in certain situations. My heart was thumping, I was on edge, but families needed money, needed clothes, needed things and Target could more than afford the losses -- that they'd write off at the end of the year as breakage anyway. <br><br> Then, without realizing how I got there, I was in the aisles, acting as normally as I could manage. It was just me, just a <<if $Body.skin == "black">>black girl, please ignore,<<elseif $Body.skin == "golden">>white-passing chick<<else>>white chick<</if>> doing a little deal-hunting. <br><br> The hunt had been good. I had been filling my school bag with shirts, underwear, a couple Playstation titles. A good first go. Nodding to myself as I made the decision to consider this as good enough, I turned to go. <br><br> I was close to making it out when I saw the blue of security starting to move in. Shiiit. I turned, pretending to just be meandering a different way. Then I saw uniforms at the end of this aisle as well. <br><br> Yep, exactly as I was warned. <br><br> <div id="theft"> <<crossroads #theft>> <<path>> Ignore them and continue? <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <br><br> If I act guilty, they'll think I'm guilty. They aren't actually gunning for me. Move over another aisle...keep my peripherals going... <br><br> Yeah. Outsmarted the fuckin' pigs. And got the goods. <br><br> I certainly impressed the guys when I got back with [[my haul|CC023 - Gang]]. <<path>> Act casual? <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> Okay, then. Just time for an exit. Over towards the registers, like I'm going to pay for these. <br><br> Peripherals on. Are they watching me? No, I think they're just checking me out. Ha. Got 'em. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I had to duck early."<</speechPC>> I shrugged as I handed them my haul. Light, but there. <<speech "Amari">>"You got out good. That's what matters."<</speech>> Amari patted me on the shoulder and gave it [[a squeeze|CC023 - Gang]]. <<path>> Run? <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<face shock>> <br><br> Fuck. Outta here. Now! <br><br> I kicked it into gear, hoping a gradual increase in my pace would not arouse--suspicion. Shit. I wish I had paid more attention to the layout as I began to squeak around corners and head down aisles. I think I was headed to the -- <<shake 3s>>Flat on my ass<</shake>> after bouncing off of one of the big guys in blue. <br><br> Not even able to get a word out, my good spilling out of the bag onto the linoleum, he reached down and hefted me up by the arm, dragging me kicking and fighting down into the back. <br><br> Luckily, he took me for just a delinquent who got her kicks from shoplifting. He gave me a stern talking to and when he threatened to call <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<print $CC.MName>><<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> and the //actual// police I squirmed. So I <<linkreplace "put out.">><<cumSpray facial>>put out. <br><br> There was a glint in his eye like he was used to this kind of exchange and had been expecting it since the chase began. He took his time, I didn't rush him. And once he finished and the contentedness set in, he actually let me walk with a couple of the shittier items. <br><br> Amari nodded, not too surprised by what happened and thumped me on the arm impressed that I didn't flinch and just blew the security and got something out of it. <<speech "Amari">>"Yer my go-to girl, <<print $CC.name>>. Hope ya learned something this time."<</speech>> I had. I got better at [[reading them|CC023 - Gang]].<</linkreplace>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit gang>> Eventually, I had earned enough trust and respect in the gang to begin bringing enriching not just fellow members but now: myself. I was given a piece of the action for being able to access my unique markets. Just had to sell a little green and powder, take my cut, make sure nothing too ridiculous went missing. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/CC023-Gang.png">> It was weird doing this thing. It felt incredibly masculine. And it was risky as fuck. Being female meant a lot less eyes were on me, but it also meant people thought I was weak. That I could be taken advantage of, ripped off. It meant I had to affect a hard-line attitude, cut people off quicker, force people's hands, and pick the right venues. <br><br> So, I preferred to... <br><br> <div id="dealing"> <<crossroads #dealing>> <<path>> Take the risks, do the corners, take all comers as ''clients''. <<contents>> <<set $Inventory.pushUnique("9mm Pistol")>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <br><br> I'd deal a little at school -- didn't want to get too much of a rep or literally kicked out. But my usual spot was the neighborhood park, overrun by youth groups and the other yuppie, nimby bullshit. The rest of the Gators -- or any other gang --- wouldn't dare be in this area, because of the risk of being picked up. It provided me a little locational, social advantage. <br><br> A girl, sitting at a picnic table alone received attention and even if they weren't looking for a hook up, it was easy to slowly, subtly turn the interest into a deal. It had become 'my spot' and regulars knew where and when to expect me. It felt surprisingly exciting to be doing something so illicit right next to a kids playground, while people had innocuous picnics -- people who would have been aghast at the idea that I was there, delivering dimes. And that //I// was the dealer? Egad. <br><br> It usually went: one guy before his weekend, then a different one who had a hard day at work, a girl with a habit, and occasionally some guy who had been trying to keep his cool while hanging out with his friends...and then dart over before he lost his shit. Those were the best. <br><br> One day felt a little odd, quiet. I guessed people were still riding high from their last purchase. My guard was down, scrolling on my phone and acting exactly like who I was: just a girl in a park. <br><br> It happened. <br><br> Three guys I'd never seen before approached me. They were oozing violence and threat. "K. Hand it over, bitch." A knife flashed. My blood ran cold. I had not expected this. Here. Even with my new hard-edge lifestyle, I froze. I had no clue what to do and my brain just went into full "don't want to die"-mode. <br><br> They took full advantage of their strength, my weakness and took my stock. <br><br> Then I lost my shit. I became the girl from before the Gators: insipid, soft, scared. I didn't want to go to Amari, but I knew I had to. I'd be short this week. I got myself together and prepared for the worst. <br><br><br> He was surprisingly understanding -- which actually made the lesson take root. And then he [[gave me a gun|CC024 - Gang]] for the next time. <<path>> Focus on my access at ''school''. <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<set $People['CC'].Ava.rel ++>> <br><br> I'd set up at lunch and my free periods in the mall. I had ready access to my locker where I kept what I didn't need on-hand, but I would never leave anything there overnight. That was just asking for some kid to narc on me to the administration. No thanks. <br><br> It was incredible at how fast I became known as a source at the school and how readily the kids took me up on the offer. There was a reason our school had a rep name of Triple A (Alcoholics, Abortions and Addicts) and it returned dividends for me. <br><br> I took a special glee when //Ava// hit me up for some goodies to flesh out her upcoming party. I wasn't invited -- she made that eminently clear -- but she still had to come to me for her [[supply|CC024 - Gang]]. <<path>> Keep the risk low with known quantities, my ''friends''. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set $People['CC'].Ethan.rel -->> <br><br> Product moved slowly, but my friends were happy to have a personal, always-available source. I was happy to have safe, easy sales. They came to me. I didn't need to advertise. <br><br> I did have to shut Ethan down a couple times when he got too big for his britches. He started flapping his mouth about who his connect was -- I had to remind him who was on the other end of my supply -- upsetting Amari was not a healthy proposition. For either of us. <br><br> I thought he had been set straight, but he tried to ingratiate himself instead and send me more clients -- which I happy to receive. And then the pretentious kid expected a cut. Luckily, he valued his own access and our friendship enough to let my firm and immediate "No" [[stand|CC024 - Gang]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit gang>> I had become Amari's right hand girl, much to the other female crewmembers' chagrin. <br><br> The fact that I had been a complete outsider and been offered a place, initiated, indoctrinated, and fully integrated into a gang made me wonder about the nature of people. Were certain people just naturally predisposed to rising to the top of things? Because of how they looked (genes and nature and whatnot), or because of how they were raised? Or was it a //me// thing? <br><br> I enjoyed the privilege and status and he clearly enjoyed something about me -- and saw value in who I was and what I had to offer. <br><br> But it also came with its drawbacks. This was one of those <<linkexpand "moments.">> moments. <<speech "Amari">>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> The softness of his voice always was a stark contrast to the strength he embodied. <<speech "Amari">>"Flatcoats need to be dealt with."<</speech>> I nodded. He would let me know when he was done speaking. It came short and as the thoughts fully materialized for him. <<speech "Amari">>"They're escalating and if something isn't done soon, we're either gonna be out of room, or out of blood."<</speech>> Mine chilled. I knew what he meant. <<speech "Amari">>"If I go--"<</speech>> I shook my head before he had to finish, <<speech "Amari">>"Exactly. So."<</speech>> And without saying it, I knew. My blood dropped a few more degrees. <br><br> I was going to be his proxy, our envoy, diplomat for the Gators and our future -- and potential deaths -- would all be riding on me being able to make peace with the up-and-comers that tastes blood. And so, I went. No one really knew what the 'Flatcoats' was all about except that Zayden really liked dogs. Or something like that. I knew where to find Zayden, their Capo. It was a weird thing about gangs: no one really hid and there was mutual respect not to go and try to headhunt. <br><br> As I walked over, I mulled my chances and Amari's idea. It made a lot of sense, sending me. I was an important part of the Gators, but I was also female so I didn't carry natural threat, and most importantly: I had two 'skins'. I was protected by going to school, coming from a different background, living in both worlds...I couldn't just disappear. Zayden had to figure out how to manage me as much as I had to figure out how to manage him. <br><br> The junkyard was popping with energy. I could sense hands on weapons and the meerkat-like peering as soon as they saw me on approach. I raised my hands and smiled, knowing I could walk in and essentially could relax. They wouldn't kill me. <br><br> Probably. <br><br> Now. How to make the peace and ensure that my belief was correct... <br><br> <div id="Flatcoats"> /* IMAGE (Needed): Junkyard */ <<crossroads #Flatcoats>> <<path>> Offer an exchange of action. Gators get some of the Flatcoats' streams and vice versa. Win-win. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<face happy>> No one wanted bloodshed and that was going to be my tack. Lean into reason and equitability and we'd all come out ahead, <<speechPC>>"We know you've got some angles on the meth, you know we've got most of the rest of the market cornered. You got some girls that earn. You've got some warehouses, we've got some stores."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Zayden">>"Yeah. And we're taking it all."<</speech>> He chuckled, patting the burnt out wreck where he sat. I heard metal banging metal as members around me used their brandished weapons to 'clap' and encourage their leader. <<speechPC>>"Or losing it all."<</speechPC>> I just stood there, needing no one else to make my point. <<speech "Zayden">>"Nah, you see it wrong."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I see you not being able to hold onto anything you //might// gain when he's dead--"<</speechPC>> I jabbed a finger to a boy standing behind him, <<speechPC>>"And him--"<</speechPC>> another jab, <<speechPC>>"--dead--"<</speechPC>> <<speechPC>>"--dead--"<</speechPC>> <<speechPC>>"--dead--he handles your girls, right?"<</speechPC>> Motioning again at the last one I had eliminated. <<speechPC>>"Who can keep them in line then?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He ground his teeth. The portent of death quieted the banging and clanging. He gestured a couple times with his chin. Then he spoke. <<speech "Zayden">>"So what are you offering?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Enrichment for all. Rising tide and whatnot."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Zayden">>"Stop with yer smart-girl talk."<</speech>> He furrowed. <<speechPC>>"You get a piece of our action, we get a piece of yours. We manage ours, you manage yours. We work together, help each other out. Watch each other's backs. Cover more area together than we would apart."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded, twisting his head slightly one way, then the other. He frowned a bit, as if he was going to disagree, then nodded again, <<speech "Zayden">>"Okay. Counter-offer. We keep ours, you keep yours. Give a little taste of what we got and you do same."<</speech>> <br><br> I had to bite back the laugh. Instead, I did a little of his consideration, then nodded, <<speechPC>>"Deal."<</speechPC>> <br><br> We shook hands and I knew I could leave the rest to Amari. He was more than pleased with the results. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Offer myself as an olive branch. Sacrifice just one Gator to save the rest. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> I was a trophy in this world. It was why I was Amari's right hand. I knew how much sex traded for and what it would be worth to Zayden to have that male sense of dominance in taking what was Amari's. It wasn't what I //wanted// to do in an ideal world, but this was the world I was a part of and I saw first hand how it worked. Cocks talked and pussies were pay. I had the latter. The other girls wouldn't have thought twice about it and with my rank, I needed to be doubly okay with this. <<speech "Zayden">>"Well, well, well...look who come to see us."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Amari sends his best."<</speechPC>> Triple meaning. I was his best girl, best asset, and he was sending kind regards. I dropped to my knees casually in front of Zayden. The dirt of the junkyard was unforgiving, hard-packed and dry, but overtures had to be made in the way they needed to be made. I pulled at his track pants to free his cock. <<speech "Zayden">>"Yes he does."<</speech>> It was a growl that turned into a gasp as I started to suck his limp shaft. His hand went right to the back of my head and firmly pushed me down and ignoring me gagging on him as he looked around. <<speech "Zayden">>"Looks like we might not have to fight boys."<</speech>> My stomach was spasming, he wasn't letting me up. Part a test, mostly just dominance and proving his position. He was hardening against my tongue, palate and in my throat. <br><br> They all cheered, banging their brandished weaponry against the wrecks of vehicles that formed the structure around us. I was slobbering on their Capo's cock and, in a way, saying Amari was submitting. But really, I was just submitting and otherwise things would just become kind between them. Un-hostile. <br><br> I sucked his cock as they all watched, occasionally forced to the base whenever he felt like it. Each time I coughed at the insertion, they all applauded. I held back, I held strong and before long he was content. Now was phase <<linkexpand "two">> two. <<upper>> <<lower>> <<bra>> <<panties>> <<cumSpray mound1 thighs1 pussy2>> <<face happy>> He pulled me up onto the burnt out vehicle that was his 'throne', helping me pull my clothes off as he turned me onto all fours. Yep, really liked dogs. <<dollRearView>> <br><br> The sex was firm and relentless. His hand held down between my shoulder blades, pinning my face against the worn and sun-bleached material that used to be the seat of a car. They all cheered hearing my plaintive yelps, trying to deal with his unromantic fucking. <br><br> I had expected nothing else and got exactly what I expected. He smacked against me and grunted out proudly as he fucked the trophy pussy that 'had' been Amari's. 'Had' been a Gator. And he claimed me, pumping his spunk inside me deep as he could manage before climbing off and getting a round of applause from his gang as if he had just won the heavyweight championship. <br><br> Quietly, I got myself in order and left without a word. I could tell Amari was both concerned for me as well as impressed at what I had done. We both knew that it wasn't a one-and-done. I had initiated this and Zayden wouldn't be sated with just a single offering. <br><br> My cell would light up with a simple text from him and I would go and meet him. Sometimes it would be casual and more of a hangout with him and his crew, but mostly it was just him wanting to fuck me again. <br><br> So things were settled, both crews were able to focus outward rather than on each other. As long as I was around. While I was still in town and still a member of the Gators, the peace was maintained. <br><br> <<set _primaryTextOutput = "I had sacrificed them as much as myself for Amari. I felt //awful//.">> <<set _secondTextPrefix = "After that, I needed">> <<set _secondaryTextOutput = ". Something much kinder, caring and protective of me. And they could never find out. ">> <<include "CC000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<vCardCheck Zayden M "My pussy was peacemaker: Zayden, Flatcoats' Capo, ">> <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</linkexpand>>. <<path>> Force the issue and show the Gators' dominance. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<face happy>> I leaned into my invincibility. It felt empowering. My heart was pounding and the fact that I was so sure of my own safety meant I took every risk. <<speechPC>>"I'll kill you right where you stand, Zay. And I'll get away with it. I'll walk right out with the blood on my hands."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Zayden">>"You won' make it two steps."<</speech>> He fumed, motioning to the armed gang around me. He was right, I would definitely die in //that// case. I didn't flinch. <<speechPC>>"And have death row waiting for each and every one of them? You know how it goes when someone like me is hurt by someone like..."<</speechPC>> I raised my eyebrows pointedly and looked them all over. Some flinched like they wanted to draw, some flinched like they were considering the pain of the law. <br><br> He ground his teeth together. <<speech "Zayden">>"Then we kill your boys."<</speech>> They chomped at the bit, guttural agreements around the burnt out wreck where he sat. <<speechPC>>"Amari's been through worse. You might get some of us, but...you know the Gators. We //pre//date Amari."<</speechPC>> I laughed, <<speechPC>>"That might be a quicker death sentence than the other way, though."<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"Bitch is wrong!"<</speech>> <<speech>>"Cut down this cunt."<</speech>> <<speech>>"We'll go down with a fight!"<</speech>> <<speech>>"--worth //two// of them--"<</speech>> It was a chorus of commentary. That would never have flown with Amari. <br><br> He slammed his hand down on the charcoal-colored metal. It pinged unimpressively at the impact and refused to dent. <<speech "Zayden">>"So. What are you offering then."<</speech>> Each word he punctuated with his chin. <<speechPC>>"I'm //offering// for you to be sensible. You stepped where you shouldnta. And you know it. Be happy you have Amari for a neighbor, other Capo's woulda taken you out when you were teething."<</speechPC>> And with that, I turned, walking through the walls of former vehicles, leaving my back to them as a final display of disrespect and contempt. <br><br> I heard the squabbling begin. The voices rose and fell as he tried to quiet the mob. And the fact that I didn't take a bullet to the back of my head as soon as I turned around? <br><br> The Gators had won. Amari had won. I. Had. Won. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel += 2>> <<outfit volunteer>> <<image framed "passage/CC020-Volunteer.png">> Giving of my free time wasn't only for experiences and my college application. It really felt good. My usual haunt was the nearby Salvation Army, and the 'hiring' process was ridiculously easy. They needed bodies, especially free bodies. Matias, a middle-aged man with an accent I could never place, ran the place. He was simultaneously beaten-down and over it and supremely kind, giving and invested. <div id="vol"> <br><br> Mostly, he'd assign me to the mall to work the: <<crossroads #vol>> <<path>> ''Cash register'' <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <br><br> We weren't exactly the most in-demand store in town. Our typical customers fell into two broad categories: those slumming for vintage finds for resale or their own vanity, and those who made your heart ache. <br><br> The former would try and haggle with me at the counter. Haggle. Over donated goods. Over things designed for the 'have nots'. It infuriated me and gave me a distinct pleasure to be able to find ways to say no. It was them that kept the place running anyway. <br><br> The latter really opened my eyes to all the different strata below the 'average' line. Not just the displaced and unhoused, but those that were struggling under the weight of family and capitalism. It was mothers and fathers, it was kids who'd run away from nasty situations, it was normal people who'd been dealt a bad hand. <br><br> Sometimes I'd have to step in and stop theft. From both kinds of people. The needs and why's behind the act were so vastly different, but I loved getting security sic'd on the ones that took because they could and I also loved putting a few dollars in the register instead of ratting on those that were taking because they [[needed to|CC021 - Volunteer]]. <<path>> ''Bins'' <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <br><br> Absolutely back-breaking labor because I was bent over most of the day, rummaging through bags of the most varied items in the world. Most of it was essentially trash that people went through far too much effort to get into a landfill. Some of it was gems or little nostalgia that made me smile. <br><br> A lot of it was folding clothes. Packing clothes. Storing clothes. And then the stocking. <br><br> Up a ladder that had probably seen use in the early 20th century, trying to figure out a way for //me// to get things up or down solo. <br><br> "You okay?" I nearly fell off the ladder. <br><br> Matias. "Uh. Yeah. Thank you." His hand steadied the ladder. I worked the box off the shelf. Then cold and prickles went down my back. I was in a <<link "skirt">><<lower "denimSkirt_up">><</link>>. <br><br> I tried to ignore the situation as I clambered awkwardly down the ladder, legs working wide and knees open. He was getting an absolute front-row ''Show'' of <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<print $CC.name>>'s holes.<<else>>the upskirt performance of the year.<</if>> <br><br> He didn't mention anything. I didn't either. "Don't be getting yourself killed. Call me over if you're going up a ladder again." Oh, I'm sure you wanted me to. <br><br> I tried to make sure I wore at least shorts from [[then on|CC021 - Volunteer]]. <<path>> ''Donation station'' <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <br><br> I was like the mall Santa when it wasn't Winter. Standing by a tripod little box and trying to guilt people into putting their loose change in the slot. <br><br> Did people have change anymore? Didn't really seem like it. And it tried my wherewithal. Getting no's was tough, especially when they came with utter dismissal of my existence. They'd walk by, no matter how cute I looked. <br><br> But, occasionally I think my femininity and the surprise at the station not just being attended by some down and out dude did mean for more donations than expected. <br><br> //But// it was usually from guys that I really wasn't that interested in talking to. And man, did they want to talk. Why were they hanging around a mall anyway? <br><br> And I was captive. Stuck by the little red tripod until the end of my shift. I had some uncomfortable encounters, but being public saved me from worse. <br><br> It was my toil, but at least I could [[people watch|CC021 - Volunteer]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit volunteer>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Chain gang */ It wasn't glorious, but it was probably the most impactful of my volunteering choices -- at least in the large timescale of the health of the planet. Cleaning up beaches and beside the highway did a lot more for us and the environment than simply making it look nicer. <br><br> Sweaty, dirty and leg-tired, I'd have a crick in my neck from looking down for hours. We'd do little paths and sections at a time to make sure we grabbed everything. It was very methodical. <br><br> And sometimes, we'd be sent out with some convicts from a minimum security prison. So there was a little time for doing guidance and outreach. A little friendliness, a little humanity go a long way. <br><br> The guards were far less pleased with it, preferring to feel powerful and treat their charges like mongrels. <br><br> <div id ="convicts"> So, I <<link "stopped">><<replace "#convicts">> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> I was not going to fight the Man. They could hurt me, or the convicts simply because they could. <br><br> With looks of 'sorry' to my guys in orange, I shied away and went back to the work at hand. I'd get a few words and hellos from time to time, but the guards made a point to keep separation between 'in' and 'out.' <br><br> It pained me, but we were probably more efficient and no one got hurt. Even if I didn't buck [[the system|CC022 - Volunteer]]. <</replace>><</link>>, <<link "flirted">><<replace "#convicts">> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> A little roll of my eyes, sliding up to the guard and maybe holding their hand for a bit. I tried to get them to make them think it was equal opportunity. I just wanted to chat. <br><br> Giving them every excuse and a little bit of love, they softened. Though there were far more aggressive than their convict counterparts when it came to me. They tried to take me home and were very hard to manage. <br><br> No wasn't a word they wanted to hear, and certainly when they knew they had leverage in the form of my care for their charges. <br><br> So, a couple of times I let them buy me a meal, or went to a movie. But it kept my guys in orange safe, unharmed and I still got to hang out with [[them|CC022 - Volunteer]]. <</replace>><</link>> with them as a distraction, let my good will buy some <<link "protection">><<replace "#convicts">> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> Though they were in chains, a mere grunt, or look and the guards were at least a little startled. <br><br> And they backed off, and I kept my buddies in orange. They really weren't bad people. And though I knew they'd have to pay for defending me in one way or another, I think they appreciated the attention and time with a pretty girl on the outside. <br><br> A couple tried -- kindly and considerately -- to hook up with me when they 'got out.' I let them wonder and hope. I wouldn't kill [[a dream|CC022 - Volunteer]]. <</replace>><</link>>. </div>
<<outfit volunteer>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Volunteer Shelter */ When I came to the shelter, I felt the most actualized out of all my 'good works'. I could affect change one on one, I could see its effects, I could interact with the people who were hurting, who I was helping. <br><br> It certainly wasn't easy, and I could see why people in their situation stayed in their situation. Where were the resources? I certainly wasn't trained, and neither were the people who were being paid -- very little -- to do the work to help, protect, and assist people who were in the most need. <br><br> Some were there because life dealt them the worst hand: families, young people, the elderly. Some were there because of what they had gotten involved in: alcohol and drugs. Some were there because society didn't know what else to do with them: the mentally ill. <br><br> And here we were, just...people...trying to be everything to everyone. The most profound and affecting moment at my time in the shelter -- it sincerely changed me -- was with: <br><br> <div id="shelter"> <<crossroads #shelter>> <<path>> A young mother <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <br><br> She came in one weekend with her son, smiling broadly as I brought them to a cot and explained the rules and expectations of our space. <br><br> She assented without a second thought, seemingly overjoyed at what little we had to offer. My heart swelled as I walked away, remarking to myself at how some great deeds are easily done. <br><br> Throughout the rest of the afternoon, while I was seeing to other occupants, logging entry and supplying our closets, something nagged in the back of my brain. And what really set me off is that, for all I've seen and experienced, I was able to move on well enough. Here, I couldn't. <br><br> So, I paid closer attention and that's when I noticed what was triggering me. The son. His reactions, his behavior. So, I waited until she had gone to the bathroom and I spent a few moments with him. <br><br> "Hey there, buddy." He wasn't talkative. Not surprising. "Everything okay?" He shook his head. "Why. What's wrong?" Nothing. Tears appearing in his eyes. "I'm here to help you. Nothing's scary here. Do I look scary?" He laughed, wiping his eyes and shaking his head. <br><br> "Dad hits Mommy." It came out just in time. She returned and I had more than enough information. I was able to get her extra time with us, special counseling and I learned her story. <br><br> It maddened me that men were like this, and it reiterated how much more circumspect I needed to be in my own life. She was a person living a life like me and here she was. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> A runaway <<contents>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <br><br> He wasn't much younger than me, which hurt my heart. He had a strange, high-strung energy that keyed me in on him. Him being my contemporary made me want to be //the// one to help. <br><br> So, I tried. "Hey. My name's <<print $CC.name>>." Smiling as I dropped a blanket on his cot. <br><br> The suddenness was breathtaking. His eyes met mine and there was a deadness. And that deadness snapped -- animalistic rage. I was on the ground, the concrete impact on the back of my head and ass nothing compared to the fear of what he would do to me. He was ontop of me, hands around my throat and pinning me easily. <br><br> I felt so weak, so scared. Like prey. <br><br> Thankfully he was pulled from me by a few of our bigger aides, I was given the care to the bruises I sustained, and I was kept apart from him. <br><br> They were about to turn him out when I stepped in, insisting it was simply mental illness and not his fault. I found him an appropriate, nearby alternative and he was brought there. But fuck. We're animals, deep down. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Joel, who'd been displaced longer than I'd been alive. <<contents>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> He was such a gentle soul. He was our 'regular' if you could call it that. If it were a happy thing. <br><br> "Here ya go, Joel." I patted his cot, safe in the corner. <br><br> "You're new here, aren't you..." He shook his head, smiled and patted where I had patted while he sat, "Here." A couple glances let me know I was safe, so I sat. <br><br> He spent the whole afternoon telling me his story. How he had been wealthy, how it had been stolen out from under him by his partner, and then the remainder by his family. And then what he was left with by his landlord. And then his friends and family were nowhere to be found. And that was twenty years ago. <br><br> The details were particular enough and not forced that I believed him. And vetting it with the other aides -- it was a true story. His resilience astounded me. It was a perfect warning about what people can do to you and how irreparably it can affect your life. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<image framed "passage/cc.sporty.soccer.png">> <<outfit soccer>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> As soon as the leaves started to turn, I was out in cleats, truly getting my steps doing drills on the soccer field. Coach Ben would blow the whistle and we'd do sprints, burpees, cones -- he always had a new, unexpected and exhausting trial to defeat us. Then we'd settle into our positions for some mock play. Guys got to do shirt and skins, girls had orange pinnies. <br><br> It wasn't the most glamorous of the sports -- football was in season, and drew all of the attention. Our crowds were always sparse, but Dads and Moms were on the sidelines and we had some die-hard fans that rounded out the non-familial attendees. I guess bare, coltish legs pelting across an open field, the bouncing that came with it, all the while hearing girls grunt had its own draw. <br><br> I loved the grass and the open range of the game. I loved how fit it made me. I also loved my position on the squad. <br><br> I squared up as... <br><br> <div id="position"> <<crossroads #position>> <<path>> Goalie. Defending the net. <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> Knees flexed, leaning slightly forward, I watched the rest of my team scramble back and forth across the field. A few steps to the left, a shift to the right. Planted, ready. My eyes were locked on their striker, speeding towards me, the rhythmic thumping of the ball off their foot. My eyes flicked side to side, assessing additional threats: potential passes, angles I needed to cover. <br><br> I breathed in deeply, finding a place of simultaneous tension and relaxation, ready to let my mind and body do the thing: react. My ass and thighs were coiled, prepped to spring. I saw the striker lurch, kicking into high-gear. <br><br> Stutter-step, about to -- YES! One of the defender girls had landed a killer steal, punting the ball to their backfield. Truly relax now. Shake out my feet. Stretch a bit. Cheer on my girls. <br><br> The pause lasted only a moment. Our attackers hadn't been able to out-maneuver their defenders. <br><br> It was coming back. <br><br> Focused, lifted onto the balls of my feet, the attack came. Again, I watched my defenders striving for a repeat of the last exchange -- they pressed in, using their bodies and approach to try and nudging the attacker out of position with no angle to make a shot--CRACK! It seared towards me: <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 3>> <<face happy>> Diving hard, my hands caught leather and the ball went over the net, "Corner!" Coach Ben called triumphantly with another blow of his whistle. Hopping up from being face-first in the soil, I dusted the grass off myself. I sputtered out some green blades, smiling as Ben gave me a nod and thumbs up. I was a solid goalie, keeping the score low meant our team was [[competitive|CC021 - Sporty]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Diving hard, I yelled out, my fingertips brushed the rocketing soccer ball, but too late, not enough. Coach Ben blew his whistle while I dusted the grass off myself. I sputtered out some green blades, avoiding the eye contact of him and the other girls. Had I been distracted? Had I misjudged? Not pushed hard enough? I wasn't the best goalie, but none of the other girls [[wanted the job|CC021 - Sporty]]. <</if>> <<path>> Defender. In the backfield. <<contents>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> A slight jog back and forth, watching the approaching midfielders. I kept a good vector on potential attack, ensuring that they didn't have a breakaway. Our goalie was good, but alone, there was nothing she could do. We were the underpinnings of a save or goal. <br><br> Our midfield met theirs, shuffling and shoving as they set the exchange to a stutter-stop. Ours won! <br><br> The pass soared deep into the enemy territory, giving me the opportunity to cross mid-field. There I could redirect our attack for an assist, putting additional pressure on their out-of-place defenders. Or I was prepared to receive a deflected attack and send it right back in for another go. Some, rare occasions I'd even get a chance to try my foot against their goalie. But never get //too// far out of position. <br><br> Shot on goal?! No good. Their goalie swatted it away, sending it bounding back towards me. <br><br> The energy was heading against us. I began backpedaling, getting my ass in gear. A counter-attack was coming. It would be quick and fierce. I fell alongside their Forward, both of our chests heaving as we matched stride. <br><br> She tried to juke... <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value - $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gte 3>> <<face happy>> Nope! Not on my watch. Sacrificing my body, I flung one foot outward as my other planted and shoved off the ground. A sliding tackle that connected, sending the ball off her foot and out to the sidelines. <br><br> Our throw-in! Coach Ben blew his whistle. The girls hustled for a continuation of play, I brushed myself off and gave their Forward a 'good game' smack on the ass. She gave me a double-smack and Coach Ben threw me a thumbs-up. I was a great defender and kept our opposition working hard to get anywhere on our side [[of the field|CC021 - Sporty]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Nope! Not on my watch. Sacrificing my body, I flung one foot outward as my other planted and shoved against the ground. A sliding tackle, planned to direct the ball off her foot and out of play. She was ready for it. I went under her stride and missed the ball, watching her casually leaping over my outstretched body. <br><br> Goal! <br><br> Coach Ben blew his whistle and got his jog on for a kickoff. The girls hustled into position for the next play, while I dejectedly lifted myself off the turf. Brushing myself off, I felt a quick, hard smack on my ass as their scoring Forward came back to pass me with a winning wink. I wasn't the best defender and definitely known to be the [[weak point|CC021 - Sporty]]. <</if>> <<path>> Striker. Attacking their goal. <<contents>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> Salivating for a score. But the ball was in our field now. I had to wait. If I pulled back too far, I'd be out of place for a reversal of their fortune. We couldn't get bogged down and let them keep the initiative. At mid-line I jogged sideways, watching our defenders do their difficult job, ready for a sudden reversal of fortune. <br><br> And there it was. <br><br> A great sacrifice of a body: sliding tackle sent the black and white was spinning my way. <br><br> Awesome. <br><br> Time for a counter-attack! <br><br> The ball thumped against my chest, trapped, and dropped to my waiting feet. I spun on a dime, pressing into their field quickly. Aggressive. //Hungry//. <br><br> Their defender, slightly out of position, tried to vector in on me. Our chests heaved, our muscles strained and tensed, our eyes darting as we both measured the other girls around us. Every opportunity for me was a threat for them. <br><br> She wasn't paying attention to my footwork. I saw her misstep and my chance... <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte 3>> <<face happy>> Her eyes went wide, she knew I was beating her. She had a split-second to react. Rather than try for the ball, she slammed straight into me. Coach Ben blew his whistle -- foul. Time for a Free Kick. <br><br> I grunted. Shoulda been a yellow card. I flipped her off where Ben couldn't see me before taking my place in front of their goal. I patted the grass from my hands and sighed deeply, assessing potential strikes. <br><br> Not Beckham or Keira Knightly, but I had a little bend in my shot. Up, around and...in. <br><br> Goal! <br><br> The girls crowded around me, grabbing me tight. I laughed as they all got solid smacks in on my ass before we headed back for the kickoff. Coach Ben threw me a thumbs-up. I was a great forward, girls knew to [[worry about me|CC021 - Sporty]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> I didn't have the edge I expected and she tackled, sending the ball off my cleat and to the sideline. Their throw-in. Shit. <br><br> Coach Ben blew his whistle and the girls got ready for continuation of play as the defender gave me a little wink and quick smack-smack on my ass. I was a weak attacker, but occasionally things fell [[my way|CC021 - Sporty]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "CC021-Sporty.png">> We were coming up to Districts and the most important games were ahead of us. "I'll be in the bleachers, kiddo." <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> smiled, stretching himself out to hold the door unnecessarily for me as I climbed out of the passenger side. <br><br> "I know." Returning the smile, I hefted my bag. He was always there, perennial support. It should have felt great, to have someone always in my corner, always driving me to practice and games. He had every single bit of my schedule written out on the calendar. <br><br> Still, it felt...insipid? Crowding? <br><br> I shut the door and headed off to the field we were visiting. I saw Coach Ben and the girls already huddled up, "<<print $CC.name>>! Get over here!" <br><br> Pelting over, I dumped my bag and got a run-down on the strategy for the <<linkexpand "game">> game. <br><br> We were coming upon halftime. I was a sweaty mess. We were holding them to a nil-nil game, but it was hard. My body hurt. My legs were on fire. <br><br> The ball was coming my way again. It was like they were trying to break me. "You got it, <<print $CC.name>>!" I slipped on some loose turf, falling right onto my ass. That was a female voice. <br><br> My palms smacked hard down onto the field, yelling out in dismay right in time to hear the cries of goal. They had gone up on us because of me. Because of her. <br><br> My eyes shot over to the bleachers and there she was, sitting next to him. She //never// came to my games. What was she doing here? I felt my eyes moisten. It was because I had been outplayed. <br><br> Right? <br><br> <div id="soccermom"> <<crossroads #soccermom>> <<path>> I was furious. Where did she get off surprising me like this? <<contents>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel -->> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> She was going to cost us the game. Deigning to show up like a fair-weather friend. It was such a stark contrast, the two of them. I'd take stifling <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> any day over inconsistent, disinterested <<print $CC.MName>>. <br><br> Normally, I would have met up with <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> and grab some gatorade during halftime, but despite how exhausted my muscles were, I wasn't going to risk engaging with her simply for some electrolytes. <br><br> Instead, I dug in with Coach Ben, discussing their tactics and how to best counter them in the next half. We had another forty, fifty minutes. A goal was not insurmountable. <br><br> We hit the field again. I heard him cheer. I heard her cheer. I frowned hard, eyeing the girl who had been dogging me the entire match. <br><br> I came at her hard, again and again. I'd show <<print $CC.MName>> how good I was, how I'd turn things around, how she should have been supporting me this entire season. <br><br> "You've got her!" Came another choice encouragement, right as I was engaged. The //worst// timing. <br><br> I roared! Straining every muscle as I drove my body into this bitch. She tumbled. I think I heard something pop. I lurched over her, growling, body heaving in anger. <br><br> I saw red. A red card. <br><br> The rest of the game I was sidelined. Coach Ben had to cover for me and protect me from reprisal from that girl's parents which would have been worse than the result of the game. <br><br> We lost the game. The car was full on the way home. The car was quiet. <br><br> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> ventured, "She really had it coming." <br><br> It wasn't surprising to me, he was always kind and forgiving -- he'd said things like this before -- but all I could hear was it in her tone and her voice, from the other side of the car. <br><br> "Shut the fuck up." I punched the window. That killed all further conversation. <br><br> And it wasn't just that game...We didn't make it to Districts and I never let her forget it. My silence was vicious. <br><br> Lucky for her, there was always another season, another sport to keep me [[preoccupied|CC022 - Sporty]]. <<path>> She had come? Why did this feel so good? <<contents>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> I mouthed 'I'm sorry' to Coach Ben, he waved it off, but I was already looking to the bleachers. I was smiling from ear to ear and could see her giving me that small little flutter of fingers that was so uniquely her. It was such a stark contrast, the two of them. Stifled by him, not enough from her...and what did I want? Well, that was clear, now. <br><br> In usual fashion, I headed to the bleachers at halftime to grab some gatorade from <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>. She was handing it to me and pulling me close despite the fact that I was drenched, "She's really giving it to you, isn't she?" <br><br> I swigged hard from the cold, blue raspberry flavored water. "Yeah. Um, thank you for coming." <br><br> Rather than respond, she tugged my hair free from the band and helped comb some of the sopping wetness out while I housed the plastic bottle. He worried at my calves which felt amazing. It was like having two personal trainers prepping me for the second half. <br><br> She kissed me on my salty cheek as the whistle blew, "You've got her." I kissed her back on the forehead as I hopped up, bounding down the metal steps, re-energized and ready. <br><br> I did have her. <br><br> We hit the field again. I heard him cheer. I heard her cheer. I smiled, eyeing the girl who had been dogging me the entire match. "Ready? Let's go." I gave my opponent a little flutter of fingers. I could tell it incensed her. She had beaten me and I was beaming. <br><br> She came at me hard, ready to take me out. She roared! She drove her body into me, but I had a feeling this was coming. My legs tangled, dropping out from under me and I hit the ground like concrete. Even ready for it, that hurt. <br><br> She was lurching over me, growling, chest heaving in triumph. <br><br> I didn't even pull a typical soccer 'injury'. I just smiled up at her as I saw the red card flashed in her face. <br><br> The crowd cheered and I felt like I could hear her voice cawing above the rest of them. <br><br> The rest of the game she was sidelined and it gave me the freedom that we all needed. We went from down one to up one right in penalty time. <br><br> We won Districts and while I never said anything, I really feel like I performed better because of her being there. It really had meant a lot. <br><br> Lucky for me, I was able to pre-occupy myself with the next season, another sport so that I didn't have to put too much thought into how much her sudden appearance may or may not have affected [[me|CC022 - Sporty]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit track>> <<image framed "passage/cc.sporty.tracknfield01.png" "passage/cc.sporty.tracknfield02.png">> When winter hit, it was too cold to be outside for most sports, so we went indoors for track and field. While it was weird not to have real grass underfoot, fake turf wasn't //that// bad. What really was difficult was to hear yourself echoing off the walls, reverbing on forever. Better some inconveniences than hypothermia, I guess. <br><br> Just like soccer was eclipsed by football, track and field was second-tier to basketball on the gym courts. And whereas soccer had energy and direct competition to it, Track was a far more individual and restrained sport. Our spectators were now almost exclusively family. <br><br> On the other hand...<<if $Body.sexuality !== "lesbian">>it was a co-ed sport. It was hours alongside the guys, watching the boys run and throw in little shorts, spare pinnies or shirtless. It was oodles of content for my spank bank.<<else>>the more 'normal' girls rounded out our team. They weren't in stupid cheer outfits or drooling over ballers. They were down-to-earth and wearing outfits that really showed off their gazelle-like bodies. Oodles of content for my spankbank.<</if>> <br><br> My competition of choice was... <br><br> <div id="track"> <<crossroads #track>> <<path>> Long-distance running <<contents>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> The two mile was all about pacing. Small increments and adjustments, tuning yourself like a machine and it was highly meditative. It was a true mind-body experience. It was like finding ways to eke out every little bit of performance from my body like it was a machine. If I had enough energy to sprint at the end, I had done it wrong. It was pushing myself to the limit, but no further. Riding the edge of my abilities and cutting my time by nanoseconds that would accrue over the long-term. <br><br> I loved listening to my breath. I loved the clarity that came after the first lap. I loved seeing the distance between me and the girl ahead closing, inch by inch -- and her having no clue until I was passing. <br><br> Lap four. Halfway done and holding a good lead on most of the girls, just a couple ahead of me. I was ahead of pace and it felt ''good''. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value - $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 5>> <<face happy>> A girl passed me...she was going too fast. <br><br> I held back the chuckle. I'd let her wear herself out; I still had gas in the tank. <br><br> A little while later, we headed into the final lap and I heard Coach Liam clapping me on, "You got this, <<print $CC.name>>!" That passer started to lag, just as I expected. The creep of inches became feet. I kicked it into high gear, sprinting out the last eighth of the distance. Passing. Passing. And finished! <br><br> Liam was at the finish line, lifting me up off the ground, arms tight around my rocking ribcage. I couldn't even laugh in surprise. I had placed and we'd see where I'd end up for [[Districts|CC023 - Sporty]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> I was making a break for it. <br><br> I led the pack, pushing, not about to let them catch up. Shit, my breathing was labored, lungs in pain, but I was sure I could keep this up. It was just a new limit I was breaking. <br><br> I crossed into the final lap with a broad grin on my face, hearing Coach Liam cheering me on, "Keep it up, <<print $CC.name>>!" <br><br> As I rounded the final curve, I felt the lactic acid in my legs, I had been going too fast for too long. The other girls began to pass me. Shiiiit... <br><br> When I finally crossed the finish line, I was behind pace. All that extra effort had been to my detriment. "My bad, Coach." I panted out as I met up with him afterward. <br><br> He nodded and gave me a squeeze on my sweaty shoulder, "We'll [[keep working|CC023 - Sporty]]." <</if>> <<path>> The hurdles <<contents>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> Short, quick, exciting. The gun went off and so did we -- it was speed, it was flexibility, it was rhythm. There was something musical to the right timing. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. The right gait and you could clear hurdle after hurdle. <br><br> There was something far less magical when your cleat caught the bar of a hurdle -- CLANG! <br><br> A second too late in timing, or not enough height in my leg-lift: tumbling, off-stride and either eating dirt or having to really press to keep in the race. <br><br> Coach Liam looked at his watch, lifted the starting pistol and pulled the trigger. <br><br> My feet sprung from the starting blocks and my calves got in gear. <<if $Body.tits == "small">>It was sprints like these that made me thankful for my lack of breasts -- might even give me an edge.<<else>>Having a chest like mine added a dynamic of motion that was uncomfortable and probably held me back from a PB.<</if>> <br><br> But I couldn't concentrate on that, just the pace and my path. <<set _compareNum = $Body.tits == "small" ? 4 : 5>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gte _compareNum>> <<face happy>> Over. <br><br> Over. <br><br> Over. <br><br> //Yes!// <br><br> Ngh! -- That one caught a little at my hamstring, but press on. <br><br> Nope, not going to clip these. And... <br><br> Across the finish line. Arms above my head, ribcage rapidly lifting and falling, I smiled to Liam who nodded as he checked his watch. We were on [[our way to Districts|CC023 - Sporty]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Over. <br><br> Over. <br><br> Dammit -- Hit another one. <br><br> I was off my cadence and I was not going to place. I could feel Liam shaking his head before I even crossed the finish line. It wasn't atypical, but wasn't the improvement we were [[looking for|CC023 - Sporty]]. <</if>> <<path>> The high jump <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> It was pretty stop-and-start, but when you were setting the bar slightly higher, looking at the short distance to the pad, there was a jolt of adrenaline like none other. <br><br> There was an introspection, checking in with every single muscle in your body that had to work in perfect unison to send yourself flying -- the slightest miscalculation would be a failure. <br><br> And you went //backwards//, head ''first''. <br><br> Whoever came up with this was a sadist. <br><br> Assistant Coach Justin was relegated to our little neck of the woods, but he was as much a devotee to the sport as I was. We had a little smirk to each other each time I got into position, as if we understood things others didn't. <br><br> Whistle. I was sprinting. Leaping. Twisting... <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte 5>> <<face happy>> and over the bar, clean. <br><br> My body thudded and bounced on the mat, looking up at the rafters as I held back from looking at the bar. It was still there. <br><br> Justin came over, smacking hard at my thighs and yanking me off the mat as he grasped them. "Nice job! <<print $CC.name>>. Higher?" I nodded, taking his hands. "[[Higher|CC023 - Sporty]]." <<else>> <<face hurt1>> and over the bar, clean? <br><br> My body thudded and bounced on the mat, looking up at the rafters as I held back from looking at the bar. Damn. <br><br> Justin came over, giving me a little tug by my ankles, helping me off the mat. "Again?" I knew it was probably past my limit, but I nodded, "[[Again|CC023 - Sporty]]." <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC023-Sporty-alt.png">> Districts were a time of competition, but they were also a time away from home, from school. It was like a mini-vacation. We and half the other teams would be holed up at some Super 8 or other crappy motel nearby the host school. I know, I'm selling this hard, aren't I? Well, it wasn't the accoutrement and environment that was enticing. It was all the other hard bodies there to compete. <br><br> It was like our Olympics. A bunch of hard-training, fit kids with hormones raging all crammed into a single place together when the weather wasn't good enough to go anywhere else. It was like a single-serving meat-market. <br><br> Rooming with our teammates and having chaperones made opportunities scant, but that's why I enjoyed the sauna, as sketchy and mildewy as it <<linkexpand "was">> was. <<outfit towel>> <br><br> Solitude. An excusable place to go to loosen up the muscles or relax. And there was only one, far too few for the number of athletic-minded people booked at the same time. <br><br> Rules for gender-exclusivity were ignored. And we only could wear a towel. <br><br> <div id="sauna"> <<crossroads #sauna>> <<path>> But that didn't mean I //had// to. <<contents>> <<outfit naked>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> "Oh, uh. H-hello." <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> was agog, checking out every inch of my body, expecting to see a lot, but not this much as they entered. <br><br> "Hey there." I smiled, warm as the moist air, acting as nonchalant as I could. "<<print $CC.name>>." I offered a hand, thighs spreading to give a full display while maintaining my ease. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>His<<else>>Her<</if>> eyes dropped and mostly stayed there as we chatted the evening away. Tomorrow we'd be competitors, but tonight we got to make a memory. <br><br> Results of Districts weren't as interesting as that crappy little sauna at the shitty motel. The competition and placing simply meant that indoor track and field was coming to a close and we were moving on to the next season and the next [[sport|CC024 - Sporty]]. <<path>> And I enjoyed the eye candy. That was the excitement for me. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> It was a crowded little room and the towels weren't the most covering of things, but that was the idea. Skin was sticky and great to look at, the heat soaked into our bodies and tickled at our baser instincts. You could almost see everyone's noses flaring as they appreciated each others bodies and the musky, thick scents in the air. <br><br> Though nothing happened with me, some others went to the locker room, the showers, another room, unable to hold back. For me, the tension and restraint was part of the fun. It was the tease, the not-having, the not-giving...I loved counting the number of people that wanted me, that I could tell were just dying for an opportunity. <br><br> A night that was a single moment in time for that exact opportunity, but I wasn't going to let it happen. I'd be only a memory for them that they'd probably never forget. <br><br> Results of Districts weren't as interesting as that crappy little sauna at the shitty motel. The competition and placing simply meant that indoor track and field was coming to a close and we were moving on to the next season and the next [[sport|CC024 - Sporty]]. <<path>> Which meant easy access. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> Even crowded together, I picked out my preferred person, scooting over their way and using the congestion as an excuse to get closer. Sticky skin pressed against sticky, bare skin. There was an awkward chuckle. A connection at the eyes. A check-in with the other people around. <br><br> Then there was a little show, a new scent in the air, new noises as our hands got busy. Tomorrow we'd be competitors, but tonight we made a memory and got to relax together amongst our cohort. <br><br> We also eased the situation for others and before long it was a practical orgy of little couples making out and getting out some tension. <br><br> Results of Districts weren't as interesting as that crappy little sauna at the shitty motel. The competition and placing simply meant that indoor track and field was coming to a close and we were moving on to the next season and the next [[sport|CC024 - Sporty]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit baseball>> <<image framed "passage/CC024-Sporty.png">> Spring had sprung! <br><br> That meant that we were breaking out the mitts and dyke comments. Playing this sport was like asking people to question your sexual identity. <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">>And maybe that helped me realize who I was<<else>>Which just pissed me off. The sport didn't mean I liked munching carpet.<</if>> <br><br> It felt good to get outside again, despite the pollen. But once again, it was a sport that took second-fiddle to the boys on the baseball field. //They// certainly weren't having their bedroom preference questioned. Because their ball was smaller? Because their field was bigger? Because they threw overhand? Who the fuck knows. <br><br> There were some familiar faces from the soccer squad, whereas most of Track and Field transitioned into the Spring outdoor track season. Only some of the field competitors (throwers, mainly) joined us. <br><br> Barkewitcz, our Softball coach, either stood in the dugout, or was found leaning his elbows on the side-line fence. He was butch-ier than any of us, that's for sure. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Barkewitcz">>That hyper-masculinity -- //true// masculinity -- was what keyed me into him from the first practice. I knew I wasn't going to have competition from my teammates, but it still took time and care in my approach before it happened.<</if>> <br><br> There were some weird stories and rumors about why he was our Coach, rather than attending to another team. He had played baseball himself, but that's transferrable, I think. Thankfully, nothing ever seemed off to me about his behavior. Just another quirk of the softball team: demeaned even being a coach. He understood the game and that's all that mattered. <br><br> I dug my cleats into the clay... <br><br> <div id="soft"> <<crossroads #soft>> <<path>> On the mound, as pitcher. <<contents>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> My shoulder ached and I usually had ice taped around it throughout the week, but the feeling of taking down a girl one-on-one, a battle of will and skill? Incomparable. <br><br> Tt was certainly more involved and active than most other positions around the field. Every single play, I was a part of. I had to be keyed in and with the fastest reactions, reading the entire field as well as the girl at the plate. <br><br> Barky and I had our own private language. A little tug of his hat, even a casual glance down as he kicked some dirt alongside the fence...I knew what he was saying. He made me feel special and saved me from the drills the others were running as we got in some private sessions assessing the strengths and weaknesses of our upcoming opponents. <br><br> But, specialness came with its own cross to bear. Most of the responsibility was on me. <br><br> Every moment we were on the defense, I was on. Breathing in, squaring up, breathing out. Staring down a batter in a ponytail and... <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 10>> <<face happy>> Strike! "<<shake 3s>>Yer<</shake>>...out!" I pumped my arm like I had chambered a shotgun round. The crowd groaned. The batter slammed her bat against the plate. <br><br> My catcher ran pell-mell to be the first to congratulate me. <br><br> I jumped up into her arms, legs curling around her chestplate and waist. I banged on the top of her cap and mask as we enjoyed the win. <br><br> I'd closed out another win with my golden gun. <br><br> Moments later, there was a pile-up on the mound as I was doused in affection and excitement. Bark just smiled from his place at the edge of the field as if he was unsurprised. <br><br> It was wins like this that made a likely shoulder blow-out later in life worth it. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Crack! <br><br> My head spun as the ball whistled up and over me. <br><br> I had miscalculated and the batter was on her game -- going...going...shit. <br><br> I tossed my mitt onto the mound, kicking it as I tried to ignore her running the bases. <br><br> We lost the game and Barky was cursing and kicking the fence. <br><br> I'd need to avoid him after the game. <br><br> It was losses like those that made a likely shoulder blow-out later in life far less appealing. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>> <<path>> Behind home plate, as the catcher. <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> My quads and ass got workout. <br><br> Squatting was killer on my knees -- up and down, up and down -- but there was something exciting about being right behind an opponent, knowing exactly what the pitch was because //I// had called it. Like I was the unseen, unknowable opponent she was really playing against. <br><br> My little messages to our killer on the mound were the death knell she never saw coming. Together, we'd take her out. <br><br> Catcher is a critically undervalued and important position. It's like a mini-coach that made most of the calls. <br><br> Nearly every pitch, I was engaged, whether it was running, sprinting, or just tossing the ball back after a called pitch. <br><br> There was also something immensely satisfying of the impact in my mitt, the sound of the leather reacting to the pitch...but mainly it was the enjoyment at getting the ball past her. Zone or not. She hadn't sent it flying. <br><br> Time for another one. She seemed a little weak on her reaction, even if it was a slower pitch. I flashed the sign for a curve and... <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gte 8>> Perfect spin, somehow my brain tracked the quick pitch, and then it was in my mitt. Strike! "<<shake 3s>>Yer<</shake>>...out!" <<face happy>> Strike! "<<shake 3s>>Yer<</shake>>...out!" I pumped my arm like I had chambered a shotgun round. The crowd groaned. The batter slammed her bat against the plate. <br><br> I tore off my mask, dropped my mitt in the dust and charged the mound. I lifted my counterpart in a bear hug laughing as she curled her legs around my chestplate and banged away on the top of my mask. <br><br> Man, it was moments like this that made the pain later in life worth it. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> A fastball?! <br><br> That's not what I called! <br><br> Shit. <br><br> My mitt was off-center. It got past the batter, but it bounced off my chest plate and ricocheted. <br><br> The runner was off from the unforced error as I scrambled for the ball. <br><br> Our fielders reacted quickly, but not quick enough. By the time I had gotten things under control, the runner came home and ended up being the critical score. <br><br> I grunted, shaking my head as I dropped into stance again, down on the board and down on the count. I felt the pain in my knees and wondered if I'd regret this later in life. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>> <<path>> Left field, as the forgotten fielder. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> It was the quietest place in the field, which was nice. <br><br> There wasn't as much responsibility for me and I was keen on that. <br><br> It gave me time to contemplate the world and figure out what I was going to do when the game wrapped up. <br><br> I wondered if Barky put me out here because of talent or personal dislike. It always meant I was the last one off the field and was the most ignored person on the team. <br><br> "Last again, <<print $CC.name>>..." he'd grunt, every. single. time. as I came through the gate. <br><br> I'd just shake my head and shrug, not sure what other choice I had. <br><br> But sometimes, I did make a difference... <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value - $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte 10>> <<face happy>> Crack! <br><br> The batter had connected?! Shit! <br><br> The ball was careening my way. <br><br> A lefty? Didn't matter now. <br><br> I swung into action, triangulating and running simultaneously. Mitt up, mitt up. <br><br> Shit, the lights were in my eyes. I was going to have to leap for it... <br><br> I crashed into the ground, face-full of dirt and freshly-cut grass. Sputtering I tried to get up quickly: time was of the essence, I needed to make a play at the plate. <br><br> Where was the...oh. I caught it. <br><br> That was it. The final out! <br><br> The girls were squealing and running out to me, taking the long run out that I always had to take in. I had actually closed out the game and a //W// for us. Barky didn't have words for me which I took as a the real win. A rare, fun memory from my time playing sports. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]].. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Crack! <br><br> The batter had connected?! Shit! <br><br> The ball was careening my way. <br><br> A lefty? Didn't matter now. <br><br> I swung into action, triangulating and running simultaneously. Mitt up, mitt up. <br><br> Shit, the lights were in my eyes. I was going to have to leap for it... <br><br> I crashed into the ground, face-full of dirt and freshly-cut grass. Sputtering I tried to get up quickly: time was of the essence, I needed to make a play at the plate. <br><br> Where was the...//shit//. I had missed it my inches. <br><br> Dirty and frazzled, I grabbed for the ball but missed, and again. Even motionless, I couldn't get control over the thing. <br><br> The errors mounted as their runners came home. Barky had more than enough words for me that night. Just another crappy memory to round out my time playing sports. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC020-Tailgate.png">> <<upper "Auburn">> Football was an altar to be worshipped at. We'd pile into a truck, a van, a bunch of cars and we'd down to Auburn when the season was in and occasionally we'd swing over to Atlanta for a Falcons game. It was an excuse to get out of town. It was an excuse to hang out. It was an excuse to drink. But mostly, it was an excuse to watch our guys beat the living shit out of the other teams. <br><br> We'd spend hours outside the Stadium in the lead-up to the game. Tailgates would drop, coolers would be dropped onto the asphalt, and we'd break out some grills. The heat was intense out in the parking lot, but we didn't care. We'd come home with sunburns, dehydration and raw voices and it would all be worth it because we won. <br><br> There was so much going on, so much energy and passion, but the thing that was my favorite part of tailgating? <br><br> <div id="fave"> <<crossroads #fave>> <<path>> What was in the ''coolers''. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <br><br> There was //so// much beer around. And I knew that I couldn't have any when we got into the Stadium. The last thing that I wanted was for my ID to be confiscated in front of family. So, I had to be a bit more creative in how to get my buzz on and go hard and early to get there. <br><br> It was a veritable treasure trove of stocked coolers, but there were also tons of people around and not everyone was keen on handing a cold one to someone like me. <br> <div id="beer"> I found my best method was... <br> <<crossroads #beer>> <<path>> Sneaking and ''stealing''. <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<face drunk>> <br><br> Not everyone was paying attention every second and as they got drunker, I could get a bit more brazen. Just sit on or near a cooler...wait...wait...pop the lid, grab one and take a quick trip to the bathroom or something. <br><br> I'd chug it down and come back with the biggest shit-eating grin on my face. Everyone always seemed to wonder why I got to be more fun as the day went on. <br><br><br> The hangover also hit early and hard, but I wasn't DD for anyone, so why should I be [[sober|CC021 - Tailgate]]? <<path>> The people I ''didn't know''. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face drunk>> <br><br> Rather than risk getting caught by the people who could actually get me in trouble, there were so many other tailgaters around. Guys -- drunk guys moreso -- are always more than willing to throw a beer to a cute girl they don't know. <br><br> Make an excuse. Head out from our setup and start meandering the other rows of cars. Eventually, I'd get hit on. I'd smile and walk on over, making sure I had an extra playfulness in my eyes and bounciness to my body. Chat a bit as I drank my beer, avoid topics of my age -- they never asked anyway -- and then leave before they tried anything with me. <br><br><br> The hangover also hit hard and early, but I wasn't DD for anyone, so why should I be [[sober|CC021 - Tailgate]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> What was on the ''field''. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<face happy>> <br><br> Painted face, current jersey. I was the uber-fan. And I could argue with the best of them about the calls on the field, the play choice, the over-under on who was going to win (Auburn). Just 'cause I was female didn't mean that I couldn't hang with the most ravenous fan. <br><br> Because that was //me//. We'd get into the stadium and my heart would pound a bit faster. I was standing almost the entire game. Go get snacks? Yeah, __you__ can. I'd scream myself mute. <br><br> I might get in a fight with other fans from time to time, especially if they were from the opposing team, but being a lady meant that I was give a bit more breadth and didn't have to truly worry. <br><br><br> Goddamn did I love this [[sport|CC021 - Tailgate]]. <<path>> Who was at the ''game'' <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<face happy>> <br><br> The game wasn't that important to me. Don't tell anybody, but it was an excuse more than anything else. I wanted the social activity. I wanted to drink in the excitement with some guys. And //man// was there testosterone. <br><br> There were other girls, but they were clearly eye candy. I wondered if I fell into that category too. But it was a meat market of men. And when they got drunk, they got hornier and more open. And handsier, which was a problem, but one that came with the territory. <br><br> I did have to be careful, not just of the guys, but also so that I didn't get in trouble with <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>. I couldn't appear __too__ keen on the attention, and I had to at least appear passably interested in the sport. <br><br> But I still got to end up in a lap or two, or pulled tight against a guy. <br><br><br> Goddamn did I love this [[sport|CC021 - Tailgate]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Tailgate.png">> Before the game there were hours to fill. Saying hi, discussing last week's game, drinking...it could all occupy only so much time. Cornhole filled one of those holes. Ha. That's a pun. And one that was used around me...a lot. At least when <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> wasn't within ear shot. <br><br> Hitting the board: okay. Touching the hole: better. In the hole? I shouldn't have to tell you. <br><br> We'd square up and make our three tosses. Trade off back and forth until someone hit 21. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 3>> Bam. Sunk. Again--Shit, the third hung precariously on the hole but resisted falling in. I smacked my thigh and shook my head, stepping back from my board. "Still killing us, <<print $CC.name>>..." the guys sighed, but were grinning broadly. Probably because they were watching my cleavage, my tensed legs, my body as it rocked back and forth with each throw. <br><br><br> I guess they were winning in their own way. And explained why they always came back for more, despite that I was clear and away the best cornhole player amongst our crew. <br><br> Throwing (and winning) worked up an appetite, so I swung over to where we were grilling out. The sun was beating down -- hot as fuck today -- but coming around the corner from behind our vehicles was like running into a thick wall of boiling air that I could //smell//. Charcoal, smoke, and the sweet, sweet scent of sausage. <br><br> No one was manning the station, but that meant I had my pick of the litter. The guys were over by the cooler, drinking focused on one of our 'neighbors,' some young woman twirling her hair between her fingers while she was appreciated by all the sweaty men, <<linkexpand "shirtless or in tanktops.">> shirtless or in tanktops. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception']>> <<face shock>> Something was off. Flames were kicking up as the grease from the meat was dripping through the grate. The guys were not paying attention. I could tell it was moments before the whole thing was aflame. <br><br> I grabbed the tongs and jumped in front of the grill like the best of them. I was a flurry of grab and flick, taking the endangered pork and beef from the open flame and onto the aluminum foil on the folding table beside me. The flames were kicking up, the smoke was roiling. I was beginning to cough, but I was determined to save the meat. <br><br> "Whoah, whoah, whoah! Careful!" And I was tugged back, the tongs yanked from my hand as the original 'grill operator' realized what was going on. Probably more due to a girl invading his area than the actual fire that was now consuming the remaining patties and dogs. <br><br><br> I didn't care. I wondered how many times I'd have to wash my hair to get the smell out. Barehanded, I grabbed a dog and popped it in a bun. He could fight the fire that was his fault, flames kicking up and probably visible from a few cars down. He was yelling and laughing. Singed and suffering while I walked away from the saved snacks. <br><br> Crises averted, I sprayed my meat with mustard, ketchup and relish. The guys were swarming over the grill now. Grillmaster masculinity in full swing while I dropped my smokey self onto the cooler they had been surrounding moments before. <br><br><br> I bit into the soft, cool and fluffy bun and tasted the moist explosion of charred flavor in my meat. Fuck. This tasted good. Maybe it was my brush with death that made it taste all the [[sweeter|CC022 - Tailgate][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base ++]]. <<else>> <<face shock>> Leaning in, I looked over the offerings. God, my mouth was watering. It smelled so good and was mesmerizing watching the flames licking up higher and higher as the grease fell between the grate. The guys were not paying attention. <br><br><br> I grabbed the tongs figured I should step in, turning the dogs and patties and humming to myself. The flames were kicking up, the smoke was roiling. Huh. Was that supposed to happen? I was beginning to cough -- god the smoke was getting really thick. <br><br> "Whoah, whoah, whoah! Careful!" And I was tugged back, the tongs yanked from my hand as the original 'grill operator' realized what was going on. Probably more due to a girl invading his area it than the actual fire that was now consuming the remaining patties and dogs. <br><br> Brushed aside, stumbling away from the flaming grill as I coughed up a lung. The guys were swarming over the grill now. Grillmaster masculinity in full swing while I dropped my smokey self onto the cooler they had been surrounding moments before. <br><br><br> Hungry, but happy to not be burnt to a crisp like the meat, I casually dipped my hand inside my seat and grabbed a cold one. No one made any comment as I chugged the thing to cool down and get something in my stomach. I'd get one of the shitty hot dogs inside, but in the meantime, the beer would do the [[trick|CC022 - Tailgate][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base ++]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Board. Board. Asphalt. Shit. I just couldn't get it together. I groaned and threw my head back as yet again, I wasn't going to come even close to winning against a bunch of drunk dudes. I stepped back from the board so that they could finish me off. "S'allright. Getting better, <<print $CC.name>>. Keep trying." And man were they smiling. Easy competition and doubtless they wanted me to keep playing because they had front-row seats to watch my cleavage, tensed legs, my body as it rocked back and forth with each throw. And coming up short meant I was throwing a lot each game. <br><br><br> I guess that was really why they wanted to play. It couldn't have been fun even to win so handily each time. I was the //worst// cornhole player amongst our crew, but always nominated to play. <br><br> Throwing (even losing) worked up an appetite, so I swung over to where we were grilling out. The sun was beating down -- hot as fuck today -- but coming around the corner from behind our vehicles was like running into a thick wall of boiling air that I could //smell//. Charcoal, smoke, and the sweet, sweet scent of sausage. <br><br> No one was manning the station, but that meant I had my pick of the litter. The guys were over by the cooler, drinking focused on one of our 'neighbors,' some young woman twirling her hair between her fingers while she was appreciated by all the sweaty men, <<linkexpand "shirtless or in tanktops.">> shirtless or in tanktops. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> <<face shock>> Something was off. Flames were kicking up as the grease from the meat was dripping through the grate. The guys were not paying attention. I could tell it was moments before the whole thing was aflame. <br><br> I grabbed the tongs and jumped in front of the grill like the best of them. I was a flurry of grab and flick, taking the endangered pork and beef from the open flame and onto the aluminum foil on the folding table beside me. The flames were kicking up, the smoke was roiling. I was beginning to cough, but I was determined to save the meat. <br><br> "Whoah, whoah, whoah! Careful!" And I was tugged back, the tongs yanked from my hand as the original 'grill operator' realized what was going on. Probably more due to a girl invading his area than the actual fire that was now consuming the remaining patties and dogs. <br><br> I didn't care. I wondered how many times I'd have to wash my hair to get the smell out. Barehanded, I grabbed a dog and popped it in a bun. He could fight the fire that was his fault, flames kicking up and probably visible from a few cars down. He was yelling and laughing. Singed and suffering while I walked away from the saved snacks. <br><br> Crises averted, I sprayed my meat with mustard, ketchup and relish. The guys were swarming over the grill now. Grillmaster masculinity in full swing while I dropped my smokey self onto the cooler they had been surrounding moments before. <br><br><br> I bit into the soft, cool and fluffy bun and tasted the moist explosion of charred flavor in my meat. Fuck. This tasted good. Maybe it was my brush with death that made it taste all the [[sweeter|CC022 - Tailgate][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base ++]]. <<else>> <<face shock>> Leaning in, I looked over the offerings. God, my mouth was watering. It smelled so good and was mesmerizing watching the flames licking up higher and higher as the grease fell between the grate. The guys were not paying attention. <br><br> I grabbed the tongs figured I should step in, turning the dogs and patties and humming to myself. The flames were kicking up, the smoke was roiling. Huh. Was that supposed to happen? I was beginning to cough -- god the smoke was getting really thick. <br><br> "Whoah, whoah, whoah! Careful!" And I was tugged back, the tongs yanked from my hand as the original 'grill operator' realized what was going on. Probably more due to a girl invading his area it than the actual fire that was now consuming the remaining patties and dogs. <br><br> Brushed aside, stumbling away from the flaming grill as I coughed up a lung. The guys were swarming over the grill now. Grillmaster masculinity in full swing while I dropped my smokey self onto the cooler they had been surrounding moments before. <br><br><br> Hungry, but happy to not be burnt to a crisp like the meat, I casually dipped my hand inside my seat and grabbed a cold one. No one made any comment as I chugged the thing to cool down and get something in my stomach. I'd get one of the shitty hot dogs inside, but in the meantime, the beer would do the [[trick|CC022 - Tailgate][$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base ++]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/CC022-Tailgate.png">> Fuck. That was such a good game. The crowd was cheering a ragged War Eagle, drunken and overwhelmed with the passion of winning. <br><br> This wasn't the first time that I had gotten 'lost' and practically crushed post-game as everyone tried to get out of the stadium in the throws of post-football climax. Jostled around, I knew I would be able to find my crew back in the parking lot so I wasn't too concerned. Grunting, I pushed through the beer-swaddled masses and joining into War Eagle like it was a giant round. <br><br> And then, there was an opening and I hustled to get free. I loved our team and our fans, but this was the point where they had usually gotten to be a little much, even for me. <br><br> The open air hit me like a welcome hug. Taking a deep breath as my ribcage realized it could spread larger than it had been allowed for the past five or so minutes, I trotted forward and realized...ah, shit. Had I gotten turned around? I turned around. I saw the centipede of craziness I had just exited. Turned again. What hallway was this? Did it lead outside? <br><br> <div id="exit"> <<crossroads #exit>> <<path>> Did I head ''back'' into the crowd and correct my mistake? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<face happy>> <br><br> With another deep breath, this time in preparation, I swam back in against the tide -- not Roll Tide now, come on -- trying to figure out where I had gone wrong. <br><br> Bumping against beer bellies and sloshed with frothy beer, I eventually figured out that I had just missed the exit I was used to by a couple dozen feet. Relieved, I parted ways with our fanbase until the next home game and made my way back out to our cars. <br><br> "There you are!" <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> waved me over, "Got lost again?" <br><br> "You know, you're supposed to be a little more concerned than this." <br><br> "Why? Gonna disappear on me?" <br><br><br> I hugged him tight, "Nah." <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Did I forge my way ''forward'' and hope to not get lost in the bowels of the building? <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<face happy>> <br><br> Fuck it. I wasn't about to battle against that tide. Plus, I could definitely do with a secondary route out of here going forward. <br><br> As I wandered, I was surprised at the dearth of people here. Not even employees. Where the hell had I gotten myself? I couldn't help but grin, curious and eager. <br><br> And then the tickle at the base of my neck started. I'd been walking a while. Less lights, maybe there had been a downward slope to the pathing? There really were like...no people. How would I get back. A second wave of trying to map a return trip started to surge in my mind, this time without having the indicators of song and sweaty people to guide me. <br><br> A door opened, off to my left, and light filtered in. I stopped, looking. No one. I scurried forward, catching the door before it closed. Had someone just come through here or opened the door by mistake? Either way, it would have required //someone// who could at least point me in the right direction. <br><br> He was shirtless. He was, well, not wearing practically anything and the jockstrap was accentuating his bare asscheeks. His muscles shifted under his skin enticingly as he walked away from me, bare feet echoing down the hallway. "Uh, he-hello?" I broke out awkwardly to the practically nude, large man. <br><br> He turned, unconcerned with his state of dress, the front of the jockstrap accentuating his package, clutched together and the only thing hidden from view. My jaw dropped. <br><br><br> "Oh. Uh. H-hi. You're--" He smiled, nodding. <br><br> "Erron. How'd you get down here?" <br><br> "I. Have....no idea?" I laughed, trying to keep my eyes up. Now I knew why guys had such a hard time. Really wasn't their fault, I guess. Just an instinctive thing to look when you could. <br><br> "Well, you're going to stick out like a sore thumb around here. Gonna be pretty obvious you're outta place." He laughed. He was the premiere running back for Auburn. I was star struck. Not only was I this close, and talking to him -- //alone// -- but I was seeing him as very few people ever did. <br><br> "Yeah, probably. I was...trying to..." I broke off, not wanting to give any excuse to cut this short, "I'm //such// a fan." I tugged at my shirt, as if he couldn't tell I was an Auburn fan. <br><br> "Yeah. I can tell. What's your name?" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." It exploded from my mouth. I was fangirling. His smile said he could tell. He didn't mind. <br><br><br> He led me back into the locker rooms with him, now under his charge and protection, nobody questioned my presence. I got to meet the fucking team. And most of them were naked. I saw so much cock. I couldn't help but smile to myself seeing out of the corner of my eyes the guys giving themselves tugs whenever they thought I wasn't looking -- not enough to get erect, but to have as much size as their blood could afford. <br><br> When <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> texted me, I barely thought twice before telling him not to worry. I had 'met some friends' and would be getting a ride back with them. <br><br> And Erron was nice enough to do that, even though there was a bus waiting for him and I wasn't going in the same direction as the rest of the team. I got to spend the rest of the day with him and get personally dropped off at home by one of the best players in college football. <br><br><br> Would anything //ever// compare to this? Don't think so. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image postcard "passage/cc.outdoors.png">> <<outfit backpacker>> One of the best things about living in the Pacific Northwest was the proximity to wild, 'untamed' nature. When the weather was compliant, I'd spend a weekend a month trying a new trail. <br><br> Meditation in solitude, the gentle exertion while communing with Mother Nature, it was a dream. Immensely relaxing after the stress of school, home, and whatever odds and ends of annoyance my 'friends' threw at me. Phone on silent. Disconnected. <br><br> <div id="trails"> My favorite trails were... <<crossroads #trails>> <<path>> ...the popular ones. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <br> My favorite trails were the popular ones. <br><br><br> Solitude without being alone. The little hi's and smiles as you passed a couple coming the other way. <br><br> The trails were well-kept, well-worn and well-known. While it didn't make for a difficult hike, I just did them to get away from everyone else. And you got to have these little moments with other people as you stopped for lunch or a water break. <br><br> It could be knowledge about the trail up ahead, comments about the day...or their dogs. That was the best thing about these walks: owners with their mutts. You could tell how happy they were to be sniffing around, leaping up the dirt trails and chasing a bird or squirrel. <br><br><br> We were all supposed to be out here, in [[my opinion|CC021 - Outdoors]]. <<path>> ...the tough ones. <<contents>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <br> My favorite trails were the tough ones. <br><br><br> Breakneck was part of the name? I was there. The more climbing, the more gradient, the more I wanted to try it out. I wanted to push myself and conquer whatever had stopped other hikers. <br><br> <<print $CC.MName>> begged me to stop going out there as we were nursing another sprained ankle or my cut-up hands. But that made me want to go out again next weekend. Everyone out there was as serious as I was. Hiking was supposed to be difficult. There's a reason trail and trial used the same letters. <br><br> And that rush when you just conquered a ridge or overgrown path and got to give a little advice to the next person making the ascent? Golden. <br><br><br> Best though was at the end -- there was some beautiful vista showing just how small people were compared to the world -- oxygen deprivation in the brain was like a kind of euphoric drug. [[Gimme more|CC021 - Outdoors]]. <<path>> ...the unknown ones. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <br> My favorite trails were the unknown ones. <br><br> There was an elite few who were pathfinders of old. Resurrecting old trails that weren't in service any more, or finding our own way in the wilderness. <br><br> It required a certain way of thinking: caution and pre-planning were the name of the game. No one was out there to save you if something went wrong...and nine times out of ten, these weren't official trails and we weren't supposed to be out there either. <br><br> But to dig your mark into a tree, denoting to the next hiker -- the follower -- where you had been before. It was a little like being a modern day Sacagawea. Plus, it was so serenely quiet. Only animals as companions and neighbors. <br><br><br> And then you'd return, worn out, but dropping a pin online, leaving the information on a website. And there it was: my contribution, my creation, my [[path|CC021 - Outdoors]]. If only life were that easy. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Outdoors.png">> When I was over with <<print $CC.FName>> or over at <<print $CC.friend1>>'s, yeah it was an 'escape', but there were still parents around. There were elements I couldn't control: who would be joining us, what we'd be doing. But taking a tent and heading off into nature? <br><br> Talk about freedom and escape! <br><br> I slept when I wanted and however long that needed to be, I did what I wanted, I went where I wanted, hung out with who I wanted. I left when I wanted. I arrived when I wanted. And goddamn, when you're fighting at home, or pissed at a 'friend,' just //departing// has an unparalleled power to it. <br><br> But nature's a fickle bitch. You can't control her. <br><br> <div id="nature"> <<crossroads #nature>> <<path>> Or the wildlife, <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> I woke with a start, jerking upright as my conscious brain tried to catch up with my unconscious. Not too hot. Not too bright so I hadn't slept in...Something moved outside. Who the //fuck// was trying to steal my stuff. <br><br> Tugging my legs out of the twisted sleeping bag, I extricated myself and crawled across the nylon flooring towards the noise. And then I ''froze''. That wasn't the breathing of a person. Huffing against the ground and my things. I think it heard me. The massive shadow, the plodding weight of the animal turned towards the tent. Me looking at his outline, him (her?) looking at mine. A stand-off. <br><br> Fuck. I needed to do something. <br><br> <div id="animal"> <<crossroads #animal>> <<path>> Get big. <<contents>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<face shock>> I tugged the zipper of the tent and moved out quickly, reaching deep into my chest for the loudest, biggest growl I could manage. My arms up over my head, trunk swollen up with as much breath as I could manage. <<shake 3s>>"What the //FUCK// are you doing?!"<</shake>> <br><br> A yelp and the dog went running off. The poor little mutt practically falling flat on his stomach as he tried to get away from the big monster that just tried to attack him. I couldn't help but laugh and feel bad simultaneously, arms dropping back by my sides and looking at the disarray of my camp. <br><br> With a sigh, I looked around, making sure no one saw the ridiculousness that just transpired. <<if $Body.isTopless == true && $Body.undies == "Commando">><<outfit naked>>Buck naked, I went about my business au natural. Unconcerned that I was being indecent as I cleaned up, setting things back in their proper place before getting on with my day<<elseif $Body.isTopless == true>><<outfit naked>><<panties "panties_bikini">>I was glad to be out in nature, not having to bother with putting on clothes as I went about setting my camp aright. They were just tits and its not like there was anyone around except the bird and bees to see them anyway<<else>><<outfit underwear>>I was glad to be out in nature, not having to bother with putting on clothes as I went about setting my camp aright. Just bopping around in my underwear, giving a show to all the trees<</if>>. <br><br> Served me right for not keeping a tidy camp, but I had learned my lesson and hopefully not have any more run-ins with [[wildlife|CC022 - Outdoors]]. <<path>> Get small. <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<face shock>> Something about bears and pretending to play dead ran through my mind. I dropped flat and clutched my knees to my chest. I tried to restrain my breathing as I listened to the destruction and consumption just bare feet away from me and through the thinnest of materials. <br><br> I imagined claws tearing through the trent and my memory of bear behavior being so deadly wrong -- the next meal on the menu. My heart was pounding. I don't know how much time passed, trying to fight the instinct to jerk with every loud or sudden noise outside. <br><br> And then it was over. I waited probably longer than needed before carefully tugging the zipper open. The camp was destroyed. Food scraps strewn all over, plastic scraps scattered and pieces of equipment essentially destryoed. <br><br> With a sigh, I looked around, making sure the beast had left. I had no idea what it had been, but I was safe and no harm besides a camping trip cut short. <<if $Body.isTopless == true && $Body.undies == "Commando">><<outfit naked>>Buck naked, I went about my business au natural. Unconcerned that I was being indecent as I cleaned up, setting things back in their proper place before getting on with my day<<elseif $Body.isTopless == true>><<outfit naked>><<panties "panties_bikini">>I was glad to be out in nature, not having to bother with putting on clothes as I went about setting my camp aright. They were just tits and its not like there was anyone around except the bird and bees to see them anyway<<else>><<outfit underwear>>I was glad to be out in nature, not having to bother with putting on clothes as I went about setting my camp aright. Just bopping around in my underwear, giving a show to all the trees<</if>>. <br><br> Served me right for not keeping a tidy camp, but I had learned my lesson and hopefully not have any more run-ins with [[wildlife|CC022 - Outdoors]]. <<path>> Run. <<contents>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<face shock>> I was not about to be trapped in here, like a tupperware snack waiting to be devoured. I tugged down on the zipper violently and jumped out into a full run. My foot caught the edge of the doorway -- I was yanking the tent with me as I tried to ignore the large brown presence feet away from me. Oh, god. I was going to be killed. <br><br> Ignoring whatever happened to the tent, I pushed myself harder, off into the woods, barefoot and barely awake, shoving away the visions of the other predators I was about to run into. Clever girl. <br><br> <<if $Body.isTopless == true && $Body.undies == "Commando">><<outfit naked>>Buck naked, I was like a cave man ancestor, naked prey in the wild. Being indecent or seen was the furthest thing from my mind as my bare body bounced and jiggled through brush and over roots<<elseif $Body.isTopless == true>><<outfit naked>><<panties "panties_bikini">>Having just gotten up, my tits were swaying violently and unrestricted as I sped off into the wild. Being indecent or seen was the furthest thing from my mind as my bare body bounced and jiggled through brush and over roots --they were just tits and its not like there was anyone around except the bird and bees to see them anyway<<else>><<outfit underwear>>There was a flash of thankfulness being out in the wild as I ran for my life: not having to bother with clothes, just bopping around in my underwear, giving a show to all the trees<</if>>. <br><br> I didn't know when to stop, when was safe, but eventually I did and tried to make my way back. I hadn't paid attention to where I was going and didn't have a compass. It took me a few hours to find my destroyed site, but I was alive. <br><br> Served me right for not keeping a tidy camp, but I had learned my lesson and hopefully not have any more run-ins with [[wildlife|CC022 - Outdoors]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Or the campers, <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> I spent the night trying to muffle the noise from the next camp over. Just a bunch of college kids that were drinking and blasting music. How had a ranger not heard this and come to break it up -- fine them. Kick them out! <br><br> <div id="neighbor"> At some point, I had fallen asleep, but I don't remember when. I woke groggy from lack of sleep, but sighing happily at the sound of a dewy morning, the light chirp of birds and crickets...and quiet. I pulled myself from the sleeping bag that I had twisted around myself in the distress of the night. I threw on some clothes as I wrestled with whether or not <<crossroads #neighbor>> <<path>> to involve the ranger, <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> At some point, I had fallen asleep, but I don't remember when. I woke groggy from lack of sleep, but sighing happily at the sound of a dewy morning, the light chirp of birds and crickets...and quiet. I pulled myself from the sleeping bag that I had twisted around myself in the distress of the night. I threw on some clothes as I wrestled with whether or not to involve the ranger... <br><br> I smirked to myself as I slid out of the tent, planning exactly how I'd bring the hammer of justice down on their heads. And the wind was taken out of my sails. I stared at the vacant site and felt the resolve disappear into impotence. They were gone. I laughed, trying to find some triumph. The solitude soaked into my skin even as I spent some time cleaning up the trash and ensured the fire embers were not going to cause a problem. <br><br> Yeah, they were shitty 'campers,' but I wasn't going to let their delinquency affect more people. I was a good [[camper|CC022 - Outdoors]]. <<path>> give them a piece of my mind, <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> At some point, I had fallen asleep, but I don't remember when. I woke groggy from lack of sleep, but sighing happily at the sound of a dewy morning, the light chirp of birds and crickets...and quiet. I pulled myself from the sleeping bag that I had twisted around myself in the distress of the night. I threw on some clothes as I wrestled with whether or not to involve the ranger or give them a piece of my mind... <br><br> The agita had nearly reached my craw as I stepped out of my tent, feet stamping against the ground as a prelude to the rage I was about to display. And the wind was taken out of my sails. I stared at the vacant site and felt the resolve disappear into impotence. They were gone. I laughed, trying to find some triumph. The solitude soaked into my skin even as I spent some time cleaning up the trash and ensured the fire embers were not going to cause a problem. <br><br> Yeah, they were shitty 'campers,' but I wasn't going to let their delinquency affect more people. I was a good [[camper|CC022 - Outdoors]]. <<path>> or just enjoy the peace and quiet. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> At some point, I had fallen asleep, but I don't remember when. I woke groggy from lack of sleep, but sighing happily at the sound of a dewy morning, the light chirp of birds and crickets...and quiet. I pulled myself from the sleeping bag that I had twisted around myself in the distress of the night. I threw on some clothes as I wrestled with whether or not to involve the ranger, give them a piece of my mind or just enjoy the peace and quiet. <br><br> And good that I had gotten over myself. They were gone. I laughed in triumph as I looked over their empty site. The solitude soaked into my skin even as I spent some time cleaning up the trash and ensured the fire embers were not going to cause a problem. <br><br> Yeah, they were shitty 'campers,' but I wasn't going to let their delinquency affect more people. I was a good [[camper|CC022 - Outdoors]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Or the rules that still exist. As much as you don't want them to. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face angry>> Sitting out by a campfire in the pure darkness of the woods at night was a magical experience. Listening to it crackle and watching it dance as I enjoyed an ice cold bevvie. <br><br> "Excuse me." I practically flew off the edge of the log where I had been sitting, my drink tumbling into the dirt and beginning to belch its contents into the thirsty forest floor. <br><br> "Y-yes?" It was a park ranger and my stomach dropped. <br><br> "Do you have your camping permit?" <br><br> "My...what?" He nodded and pulled out a ticket book, walking around the site and beginning to document what he saw, "Wait, wait. I'm sorry. It's my first time here, I guess I...missed a ranger on the way in?" <br><br> He looked me over. Maybe my age, maybe how I looked, maybe because I was alone...he nodded, "$50 for a camping permit. Can't just have any and everyone posting up out here." I scrambled for some cash and quickly handed it to him. <br><br> "Of course, I honestly just didn't know or didn't see it. I wasn't--" <br><br> "I know. Also, please take care of that fire. I don't see anything nearby to put it out." <br><br> He spent the next thirty minutes or so helping me get up to 'code' and understand the expectations of the area. I was grateful for his assistance and that I hadn't been escorted off to jail instead. <br><br> I took my learnings and became a conscientious camper going [[forward|CC022 - Outdoors]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit naked>> I slipped into the cool water of the pond and gasped -- why is it always colder than you expect? My nipples hardened instantly as my skin pulled taut and hair raised. My thighs cut through the water, feeling the fresh water beginning to kiss and spray against my nether lips. <br><br> This was far better than jumping a fence and into some rando's pool. No chlorine burn, or being walked in on by the owner. And it was ''so'' much bigger! <br><br> I kicked off the muddy pond floor and began to do laps, swimming out deeper into the middle of water. I dipped my head and came up for air, breathing deeply and pushing my wet hair back behind my ears, sputtering while I tread <<linkexpand "water.">>water. <<speech>>"Havin' fun?"<</speech>> I turned awkwardly, slowly as my feet reoriented me this way. That way. So much for not being walked in on. There were these two guys, replete in overalls watching me out in the water and standing far too close to where I had hidden my clothes. <br><br> They hadn't seen them, right? I could still see them, right? <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah. Just...taking a dip. That...okay?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<image framed "passage/CC022-Outdoors.png">> <<speech>>"Course. I guess. What do you think, Tommy?"<</speech>> Tommy shrugged, his workboot nudging the stone right beside my pile of clothes. Fuck. I needed to do something. <br><br> <div id="nekkid"> <<crossroads #nekkid>> <<path>> They'd get bored. Just tread water til they ''left''. <<contents>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<speech>>"Water's gotta be cold. And man, wet clothing's gotta weigh ya down, don't it."<</speech>> <<speech>>"Oh, yeah. Wouldn't dare get these things wet."<</speech>> Not-Tommy tugged at his overalls. <br><br> Tommy was crouching by my pile and making a big show out of its discovery, <<speech "Tommy">>"Well, not soaked at all, are they. They're right here, Billy Bob."<</speech>> Displaying each article as he pulled them from the pile, and whistling when he got to the last couple, <<speech "Tommy">>"Can't just go 'round nekkid. People gunna see."<</speech>> <<speech "Billy-Bob">>"Whatcha gonna do if these disappear?"<</speech>> Billy Bob and Tommy began laughing. There wasn't predation in their voice, just mischief and loving having power. Because, well, guys. <br><br> I wasn't about to try and get to them, no way I'd make it in time. And I'd be naked and they already had my clothes. So, I tried to treat them like bullies and just began to do laps, trying to find the enjoyment of moments before. <br><br> They whistled and called out to me, but I couldn't turn to see what they were doing -- wouldn't. <br><br> Eventually they did leave, and I was //exhausted//. Ploddingly, I stepped out of the pond, chest heaving, body shivering and my arms clutched tightly around myself. My clothes were gone, but I hadn't expected much less. <br><br><br> Getting back home was a weird experience, but it wasn't til I got there that I had to explain anything as I walked in absolutely naked. They freaked out and were extremely worried, but were happy to hear it was relatively tame and I was safe. Could have been much worse. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Act ''casual'' and just play it cool and go get my clothes before they did. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, water's super cold, I was just getting out. Didn't think anyone would mind."<</speechPC>> I began paddling my way towards them. <br><br> Tommy was crouching by my pile and reaching towards it as my tits came into view. Not-Tommy whistling, <<speech>>"Well. Look at that, Tommy."<</speech>> Tommy rocked at the hit to his shoulder and he smiled, watching my fully naked form walking straight out of the water like something out a movie. <<speechPC>>"Well, I wasn't about to get my clothes wet."<</speechPC>> I laughed, wringing my hair out with my hands as I walked over to them. <<speech>>"Nah, that'd be stupid. Gaw-damn, girl."<</speech>> Not-Tommy was eyeing between my legs and up to my tits, clearly appreciating my indecency and lack of concern. <<speechPC>>"Well, thank you boys for keeping guard and protecting my stuff. I do appreciate it. You got a towel or something?"<</speechPC>> I squatted down by my pile of clothes, letting my thighs frame my pussy rather than hide anything. <<speech "Tommy">>"Uh, yeah, Billy Bob, mind...grabbing it from the truck?"<</speech>> And he left, bringing a quilted blanket back over. <br><br> So I dried myself off and got dressed as we talked, learning about this being their dad's property and that I wasn't the first one they caught out here, but by far the one they had enjoyed the most. <br><br><br> I thanked them again and headed back home. Glad that it had ended that way. Could have been much worse. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Invite them to ''join''. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<face happy>> <<speechPC>>"Come in. The water's fine!"<</speechPC>> I smiled and patted the surface making ripples. <br><br> They chuckled in surprise, looked at each other and shrugged, popping the buttons of their overalls and dropping their clothes in less tidy piles, cocks swinging small but freely as they came out to join me in the pond. <<speech>>"Ya know, this is our daddy's land."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh really? It's nice."<</speechPC>> It wasn't too surprising to me as they got closer and started to 'use' me for balance, their cocks no longer so small, poking against me as we chatted in the water. I wasn't the first one to do something like this, but certainly the first to invite them to join. <br><br> I made out a bit with each of them, my hand keeping them from getting too adventurous with me and taking my invitation for more than it was. <br><br> Soon we were play fighting in the pond, getting dunked and grabbed and yanked around by the two 'rednecks,' but it was all fun and certainly better than getting my clothes stolen. <br><br> Eventually -- practically frozen -- I needed to leave and Billy Bob (that was Not-Tommy) got me a quilt to dry off before I got dressed. And they invited me back anytime I wanted. Just give them a heads up next time. <br><br><br> Okay, so being caught could be fun too. Could have been much worse. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> Madame Demianova was of few words, strong hands, and a serious demeanor. I'd show up twice a week in the afternoons once classes ended and we'd sit in her living room. Scales. Intervals. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/cc.piano.png">> I was glad to be done with "Mary Had a Little Lamb," and "Twinkle, Twinkle" -- but practicing playing wasn't so much about having fun and playing as getting the muscles into memory. <br><br> She didn't swat my hands, but she was firm and instructive. It was also kind of cute -- there was always a cup of tea waiting for me when I arrived. <br><br><br> "Alright. Enough. <<print $CC.name>>. I'm having recital. What will you play?" I had a choice? This was new. I tried to fight the excited smile that was starting to dance across my face. <br><br> <div id="piano"> <<crossroads #piano>> <<path>> Classical? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <br><br> It pleased her immensely, I could tell. And I guess it was what was expected of people playing piano at a recital. Some Chopin would do the trick. <br><br> She dug out her musty library of Chopin and we proceeded to work through the choices. I think she enjoyed it most getting to play each piece, even the easily recognizable ones -- but it was all to give me a taste of what they were. <br><br><br> It was a rare release and opportunity for her, so I sipped tea and gave my fingers [[a rest|CC021 - Piano][$CC.makeIt = 1]]. <<path>> Modern? <<contents>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <br><br> Just because it was new doesn't mean it was easy. People've been trying to take the Masters and give them their own spin for hundreds of years. <br><br> They tended to be more difficult, but also it would be something that people wouldn't know. I would be bringing something new to the table and maybe impress a few people. <br><br> She didn't have much on hand, but played through some Cage and Bernstein to give me some options. My mind was already running wild as I considered options. <br><br><br> I spent the evening on YouTube, checking things out and seeing what [[grabbed me|CC021 - Piano][$CC.makeIt = 2]]. <<path>> Popular? <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <br><br> I think she nearly dropped dead. Disappointment rang clear in her expression. But it also didn't look like something she hadn't heard before. <br><br> She wouldn't fight me on it, which was honorable of her and I was thankful for that at least -- I don't know if I could stand up to her resilient, austere presence. <br><br> "Fine. Bring it Thursday." And with that, we adjourned early. Probably so she could scream when I left. <br><br><br> I went through my playlists, seeing what songs I liked and checking to see if I could find sheet music...and if it could even be played by a piano. Wow. Finding something good and usable was going to be harder than I [[thought|CC021 - Piano][$CC.makeIt = 3]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Piano.png">> <<print $CC.MName>> got me an electric keyboard once I started to really taking practice seriously. And Madame insisted that our lessons twice a week were not enough for me to really deliver at the recital (and to actually develop my talent at the keys). <br><br> I'd start with the pages of the practice books, running intervals and scales. I was beginning to develop the muscle memory in my hands. In class, my fingers tapped away at my thigh or the edge of the desk when I zoned out. It was becoming second nature which is good. <br><br> And then I'd lay out the sheet music for my recital piece and begin to work on the capstone. All her little grunts of disapproval, or how I feel she'd zone out because she felt I was just another student -- I'd show her. <br><br> But damn. Songs were much harder than intervals or practice. I could just imagine myself up there and the chords coming out of the piano being completely unrecognizable. I wouldn't let her be right. That wouldn't be me. <br><br> But to do that, I'd need to hunker down and focus. On what though? <br><br> <div id="focus"> <<crossroads #focus>> <<path>> I wasn't going to be plinking away. I needed to focus on ''speed''. <<contents>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <br><br> It was like a less impressive Whiplash. Scales. Scales but quicker. Intervals, but quicker. Really trying to drive home the muscle memory so that the progressions came out fast and fluid. <br><br> I knew I couldn't play my piece faster than the time signature on the page, but if I could play it that fast, then that meant when I slowed down, it would come even more effortlessly. <br><br><br> That was the hope at [[least|CC022 - Piano]]. <<path>> Missed notes? No. I'd focus on ''accuracy''. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline += 2>> <br><br> I wouldn't let a practice section go without it being perfect. 100% was the only percent. I'd go back over previous materials simply to make sure I still had them down pat. <br><br> I'm sure I drove them crazy as the scales continued well into the night, but I was determined and I think that's why they didn't mention anything. <br><br> I broke down my piece into digestible sections. Really small sequences. And I wouldn't move on until the section was perfect. Until it came unbidden. Until I was humming the intervals as I walked the halls at school. <br><br><br> It was hard, but I was sure it would be [[worth it|CC022 - Piano]]. <<path>> Get frustrated and burnt out? Nah. I just wanted to have ''fun''. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <br><br> I spent some time at home working on my scales and intervals. Sometimes I'd break out my music and see how it was all coming together for my recital piece. <br><br> But when I got a text message from <<print $CC.friend1>> or <<print $CC.FName>>, I was out the door and the keyboard would sit on my bed forgotten. <br><br> I wasn't going to let myself get annoyed with the process, because I knew me well enough that I'd just drop it all together if it became too much of a chore. If I didn't find the enjoyment and relaxation in playing, then I wouldn't do it. And what was the point of all that time and money if I wasn't going to play anymore? <br><br><br> Plus, it'd be a fun little party trick [[someday|CC022 - Piano]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit prude>> <<image framed "passage/CC022-Piano.png">> Madame Demianova's recital was in her church. A little Lutheran hall that wasn't too demonstrative, but also had a smell kind of like mothballs. All the other kids and I shuffled into the pews and waited our turns as we sat with our parents. Maybe there was an uncle, family friend, or the rare schoolmate, but mostly it was just the obligated people here to watch their kids and other people's kids run the gamut of skill from barely capable to wonderkind. <br><br><br> My turn came soon enough -- towards the end due to my age -- my hands felt clammy as I dropped onto the piano bench and stretched my fingers, eyeing the keys. Fuck. Here it goes. <<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> Languid, subtle notes came off the keys as I began my piece. It was familiar: people in the audience were humming along. It wasn't a help, and it startled me a bit -- everyone would know exactly <<set _expandLabel = "what notes I missed.">> <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 2>> Stark, clear notes emanated from the strings as my fingers struck the keys. Some sat up a bit, curious. Others shuffled in their seats because they had no clue what they were hearing. Well, at least no one would know <<set _expandLabel = "if and when I messed up.">> <<else>> The rolling rhythm was a welcome change from the litany of classical pieces that had been played so far. I could feel people perking up as they recognized the piece, some trying to place it, others humming along. The latter was quite annoying because it wasn't helping me play. And they'd know exactly <<set _expandLabel = "when and if I went wrong.">> <</if>> <<linkexpand _expandLabel>> <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 3>> <<face happy>> My fingers struck the first chord confidently. I leaned forward into the music, letting my head sway and body rock as I played. My foot was able to find the sustain and soft accurately, accentuating the tone and quality of the song as it resonated through the church. <br><br> Oh, this felt good. Felt magical. I was in it and the melody was coming out of me like a song. It was a song. I understood why people said that now. And this was my song. <br><br> I held the final chord a bit long, letting it sit in the air, resolving into nothingness. And once it was gone, the applause was firm and wholesale. I smiled, standing up, grabbing my music and making a bow. <br><br> Stepping down from the stage, I looked at Madame and she smiled broadly. The warmth bloomed inside me. I don't think I'd seen that reaction on her face. Ever. <br><br> Everything had come together. It was all worth it. Sure, it had been for essentially a bunch of people that I'd never see again. But I'd done it for myself and done it for her. And I //had// done it. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 2>> I rocked with the rhythm of the music, my foot lightly touching at the sustain to accentuate the play. It started well and continued cleanly. But I couldn't quite get the time signature right. It didn't feel right. Was it right? <br><br> I'd nudge the cadence a bit faster. No, too fast. Bring it back. No, too slow. Fuck. I lost the thread, but at least my fingers were hitting the right keys in the right order. <br><br> The piece felt like a rubber band or Doppler version of the song as written. Far from as intended. <br><br> There was a smattering of applause as I got up, made a curt little bow and headed down the aisle. <br><br> A quick glace to the Madame, but she was looking to the next student heading up to the stage. And that student absolutely killed it. I'd be forgotten, which was a blessing and a curse. <<else>> <<face angry>> And I went strong and wrong, as the saying goes. My time signature was off. My fingers slid off the keys and onto their sisters and brothers, adding little half-notes in between. And the more I messed up, the more I tensed up and made more mistakes. <br><br> I barely made it through the piece and could barely see the sheet music when I stood up, wiping my eyes and quickly shuffling back to my seat in the pews with my head down. I couldn't even try to look at Madame. <br><br> I could blame it on the different piano. I could blame it on nerves. But I knew she'd blame it on me. And ultimately, who was at those keys? <</if>> <br><br><br> <<print $CC.MName>> and <<print $CC.FName>> pulled me tight and told me how great I did. It felt good, but they were my family. They were going to say that <<linkexpand "no matter what.">> no matter what. <br><br><br> At home, the question became whether or not I wanted to continue pursuing it. I pushed off the decision. High School had a lot to offer, especially for my free time. Maybe take some time away, maybe not practice as much, maybe drop it all together. I could always pick it up again later. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<image framed "passage/CC020-Read.png">> I liked school well enough, and was certainly good at it, but that didn't mean I wanted to stay in school forever. I could graduate early and get to college sooner, or do the work now and save time later for something else. A trade of time. I had time now with few options, time later had so many more possibilities! <br><br> I was already taking as many Advanced and college-credit classes that my high school offered, but there was Community College that could accelerate the process. So, my days were school days and nights were school nights. <br><br> First, I needed to focus on what the goal was: <br><br> <div id="goal"> <<crossroads #goal>> <<path>> ''Early'' graduation <<contents>> <<set $CC.earlyGrad = true>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> I just wanted to get the hell out of dodge of high school as soon as possible. I'd take the extra coursework now, rather than spread it out over a longer time. Work harder, get done sooner. Move on to the important stuff in life as soon as possible. <<path>> A lighter load in ''college'' <<contents>> <<set $CC.APtaken = true>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> My first opportunity at having freedom would be college...and if I took on a bit more work now, I could have more fun and really enjoy that freedom. I'd front-load some work now when I didn't have much else to enjoy in exchange for opportunities during the 'best time of a girl's life'. <<contentsShared>> <br><br> Most of my classmates fell into the category of remedial adults, trying to get equivalency, some were more middle-aged and trying something new -- getting a degree in something else while they worked during the day, and others were just bored old people as far as I could tell. So that left me, the overachiever to remind them of failures, missed opportunities and essentially be the pariah that no one wanted to associate with. <br><br> Upside? The TAs and adjuncts teaching the classes appreciated the right answers and the work ethic I brought to class, and I tended to be closer to their age as well. I gotta say, my butt really got used to the feeling of [[desks|CC021 - Read]]. <br><br> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC021-Read-alt.png">> Extra school didn't simply mean losing my nights, it often meant I spent time on the weekends at the local library, or the community library. Just broke out a laptop, threw on some headphones and occasionally walked the stacks. <br><br> Even with the headphones, though, guys didn't take the hint. <br><br> A hand waved in front of my face, I jerked back, in the midst of trying to crunch some statistics. I popped an earbud out reflexively, "Uh, y-yeah?" looking up at -- oh, it was Oliver from my stats class. <br><br> "Oh, sorry, <<print $CC.name>>, h-how's it going?" An unsure motion towards the open textbook. Well, at least it wasn't being disturbed just because, ya know, I was a girl and that's what guys did. <br><br> "Eh, fine. This binomial stuff kinda escapes me." He nodded, dropping into the seat across from me. Just an average dude, but he gave a Reddit mod vibe. <br><br> "//Totally//. __Confusing__ stuff." He nodded, his eyes not on the textbook, even though I was clothed for the brutal AC. <br><br> <div id="oliver"> <<crossroads #oliver>> <<path>> I could have some fun with him and take a break from the Stats... <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<face happy>> <br><br> Pushing my work aside, "Yeah, too confusing for me. Whatcha doin here?" I leaned forward, letting the edge of the table and my forearms press up on my breasts. <br><br> He noticed. I could see his wheels turning as he tried to process how much of this was on purpose versus accidental. How many standard deviations...I coughed to get him to focus, "Oh, honestly?" He tugged at his collar comically, and not as a joke, "You're here pretty much every weekend? It's really admirable." <br><br> So he had been waiting for his opening. I mulled it over as I saw him faltering, worried he'd overreached, "Well, thanks! Yeah, gotta keep the grades up." <br><br> He nodded, swallowing, thankful that the silence had been broken, "Oh, I'm sure you do fine." He smiled, grateful for my attention despite the age difference. <br><br> "SHHHHH!" both of us ducked instinctively as if a firearm had gone off. I giggled and smiled with a little shrug, cleavage jiggling. I leaned closer, half out of my chair, "Guess we're being too loud." I whispered. <br><br> He leaned forward too, letting his hand take my wrist, "Should we take our loud selves somewhere else?" <br><br> I left my bag and work exactly where they were, moving off into the stacks with him, talking in hushed tones and giggles and up to the areas that weren't used much during the week and not at all during off-times like this. <br><br><br> We still kept quiet, fumbling around in the dark corners of the library, skirting work. Look. Spending this much time focused on work makes any opportunity look [[like gold|CC022 - Read]]. <<path>> ...or get a free tutor session. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <br><br> Pushing my work aside, "Yeah, too confusing for me. Whatcha doin here?" I leaned forward, letting the edge of the table and my forearms press up on my breasts. <br><br> He noticed. I could see his wheels turning as he tried to process how much of this was on purpose versus accidental. How many standard deviations...I coughed to get him to focus, "Oh, honestly?" He tugged at his collar comically, and not as a joke, "You're here pretty much every weekend? It's really admirable." <br><br> So he had been waiting for his opening. I mulled it over as I saw him faltering, worried he'd overreached, "Well, thanks! Yeah, gotta keep the grades up." <br><br> He nodded, swallowing, thankful that the silence had been broken, "Oh, I'm sure you do fine." He smiled, grateful for my attention despite the age difference. <br><br> "SHHHHH!" both of us ducked instinctively as if a firearm had gone off. Admonished, I leaned back and pulled the textbook in front of me, "Shit. Mind just like...helping me understand all this?" <br><br><br> He nodded, looking around with wide eyes, sliding around to beside me at the table. We kept quiet the rest of the afternoon and I made sure he got enough of a show to keep him grinning, while I improved my understanding of the material. He really knew [[his stuff|CC022 - Read]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC022-Read.png">> We had our final Classics paper due and I had finished early, so rather than attend the class that night, I just swung by the college straight after school to drop it off and finally have some time to myself. <br><br> It was a low-point in activity, just a random person wandering the hall, janitorial staff stocking the restrooms. I probably looked more like someone's lost kid, rather than a student with one of the highest GPAs in the building. <br><br> I smiled to myself as I pushed into the empty auditorium and nearly jumped when a voice called out, "Good mood, <<print $CC.name>>?" <br><br> "Jeez, Dillon. You'd have given someone else a heart attack. Where...where are you?" Stepping down the aisles with my head on a swivel, I searched for our Teacher's Assistant. Then I caught a flash of a hand waving to me from the projector room. <br><br> With a quick little skip up the steps, I spun around the doorframe, "Whatcha doin' in here? Couldn't have said hi when I literally walked in..right there?" The door behind me had barely come to a halt from when I had arrived. <br><br> He shrugged and leaned back in the squeaking old chair, his feet up, "Was busy watching YouTube. World Chess Championship is serious business." <br><br> I hopped up, sitting on the desk, an arm lightly curled around his beat-up New Balances, dropping my paper in front of him. "Early submission, extra credit, right?" <br><br> "Like you need it. So skipping the final class huh?" I nodded, "What're you going to get up to instead?" <br><br> "//Not// chess. Dork." He shrugged, his eyes instinctively checking my legs as they dangled. <br><br> "Well, it's the Prof tonight, not me. So I can leave this for him and we can celebrate together instead." I had to admire his confidence. <br><br> <div id="lastnight"> <<crossroads #lastnight>> <<path>> Chilling with my TA...better than hang with the Boys? <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <br><br> "Sure, whatcha wanna do?" The response was quick and he definitely appreciated the lack of consideration. His feet dropped back to the floor, hand tucking the phone into his pocket. <br><br> "Let's get an early start, what'd'ya say." He collected the paper from in front of him, making the decision for us as we headed out of the projector room. With a lazy flourish, he dropped my final on the lectern and gave me a little bump and smile, "Let's get outta here." <br><br> It wasn't too surprising that he wanted to get off campus, lest rumors start or he risk his career. <br><br> Safely sequestered in his small one-bedroom apartment we began on his couch with some Drunk History and as the afternoon waned, we ordered in Mediterranean and began the epic that is Gladiator. <br><br> My late nights from school, a general lack of paying attention at what my schedule really was, plus my diligence kept me in the clear when I wasn't home by the time everyone went to bed. <br><br><br> They were content enough to see me at the breakfast table in the morning. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<path>> Nah, I'd barely seen them in months -- plus TA-student stuff was creepy. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <br><br> "Actually, I already made plans...sorry." I gave him a flat smile, raised eyebrows like I truly felt bad for the excuse. <br><br> He nodded, shrugged and looked back to the black and white squares on his phone, "Course. No worries. I'll make sure to get your assignment submitted." <br><br> The ice-out was obvious and it had the desired effect on me, emotionally, but it wasn't the first time a guy had tried that on me. I weighed the feeling against my feelings, plus the fact I wouldn't have to see him again. <br><br> "Thanks. Been a fun class!" sliding off the desk and turning to head out. <br><br> "Have fun tonight." A slight peek over my shoulder I caught him eyeing me as I left. Yep. It had been a tactic and I had crushed his hopes. <br><br><br> I just hoped he didn't try and get back at me by not turning in my final. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Cash in hand */ As soon as I could, I jumped at the opportunity to make a little Skrilla on the side. It would give me some freedom to buy what I wanted, do what I wanted, and be the person I wanted to be. <br><br> <div id="jobchoice"> There was the perennial option of: <<crossroads #jobchoice>> <<path>> Working ''in a restaurant''. <<contents>> I filled out a couple applications, dropped them off across the chains and local joints in our area and heard back relatively quickly from Ida's. <br><br> "So. <<print $CC.name>>. First job, eh? Getting a jump on everyone else your age...that's good." Deborah scanned the sparse entries on my application while talking essentially to herself. "So. I've got an opening at reception." <br><br> <div id = "placement"> <<if $CC.spoiled == true || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> My initial reaction: "Really? I was thinking /* TODO Mira - Here's an example of gated options that only appear if the traits/stats are correct */ <<link "server">><<replace "#placement">> Deb flushed. A stern gaze. A showdown at high...three PM... <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gte 6>> <<set $CC.makeIt = 3>> <<face happy>> "Well, there might be a shift or two we could have you do a trial run." I beamed as I slid out of the booth, "See you [[this weekend|CC021 - Job]]." <<else>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<face angry>> "I appreciate your pluck, but now's not the time. We have a full staff of servers. See you this weekend for your first shift at the door." She slid out of the booth, leaving me unceremoniously alone. Well, at least [[I tried|CC021 - Job]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>..." but did I say those words or <<link "take what I could get">><<replace "#placement">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> "Perfect. Just show up on time, look nice, smile and keep our servers happy and you'll do great. Look forward to seeing you this weekend!" I nodded and slid out of the booth, it sounded straight-forward and [[simple enough|CC021 - Job]]. <</replace>><</link>>? <<else>> "Oh, okay. Yeah <<link "that sounds good">><<replace "#placement">> "Perfect. Just show up on time, look nice, smile and keep our servers happy and you'll do great. Look forward to seeing you this weekend!" I nodded and slid out of the booth, it sounded straight-forward and [[simple enough|CC021 - Job]]. <</replace>><</link>>" <</if>> </div> <<path>> Join the legions of Dashers and ''do deliveries''. <<contents>> <<set $CC.makeIt = 1>> Enlisting was insanely simple, just upload a picture of your ID, give them access to my location on my phone, and switch on or off the "Deliver" button. There were a litany of terms and conditions, legal blah blah, and eventually my eyes glazed over and I just hit Accept. Seemed easy enough. I grabbed my bike and got ready to help out some [[lazy asses for cash|CC021 - Job]]. <<path>> Or there was always ''retail''. <<contents>> <<set $CC.makeIt = 2>> I walked the corridors of the slowly dying dinosaur of the mall, tossing some applications around, receiving some perfunctory interviews and then returned home. A day later <<print $CC.MName>> let me know that an Abercrombie had called to let me know I was hired and to show up [[this weekend|CC021 - Job]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<if $CC.makeIt == 1>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Traffic */ Oh boy. Dodging traffic must have been in those terms and conditions. I had a near-miss every single time I set out on my bike. <br><br> Narrowly missing an opening door, or a car changing lanes, or just someone crossing the street and not paying attention, I was intimately familiar with the physics of me on a bicycle by the end of my first week. <br><br> I'm less sure about the protections or what I may have signed away when it came to my experience at the actual delivery. <br><br> "Uri" answered his door in...a robe would be generous. It was gaped, untied and I didn't stay long enough or inspect if his state was due to recent showering or simply comfort. I yelped, dropped his stuff on the doormat and took an about-face. <br><br> One of the weirdest encounters was when I picked up an assortment of sex toys and supplies from an adult store and when I arrived, a woman answered the door -- a sigh of relief, right? -- No. "Samantha" saw me and immediately asked if I wanted to join her and...never got the name of her partner. I politely said no and handed her the bag. <br><br> Delivery duty gave me a unique insight to what [['average' Americans were|CC022 - Job]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 2>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Dressed Mannequins */ <<Stats Investigation ++>> I heard stories about what the store used to be: shirtless guys and scantily clad girl 'models' outside, inside, drawing in the eyes and shoppers. I mean, I doubt they were upset to have me on the floor, but there weren't those kinds of standards about what I wore. Hell, their catalog didn't even have the kind of thing they sold back then. <br><br> Instead, I showed up, folded clothes. Checked the changing rooms for left over articles and...folded them. Unpacked new shipments and! Folded. <br><br> It was inane. It was boring. There's only so much you can talk about with people on your shift. You'd make up stories about the people browsing the store. I even __hoped__ for people trying to get frisky in the back. <br><br> And then, wool fully over my eyes, boredom calcified into disassociation, my mind clicked on. Did...that stack look smaller than it had moments before? I clocked the person moving away from the display, getting into gear as I began to pursue. First, it was to confirm my suspicions, then it was to ensure they didn't bounce. <br><br> Out of the corner of their eye, they made me. I leapt. <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>>And like some football champion, I took them down by the ankles, their arms outstretched as if just a few more inches, getting their ill-gotten gains past the threshold meant they got to keep it. Not in my house, buddy.<<else>>I ate dirt. More like dust, but I smacked a belly-flop on the hardwood that put any pool dive to shame. My pride and tits throbbed as I watched them disappearing out the doors, klaxons blaring, but they had made good on their escape.<</if>> <br><br> Well, I didn't choose the job for the excitement, just [[easy pay|CC022 - Job]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt == 3>> <<Stats Social ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Restaurant */ Ida's was a pretty lazy spot and didn't prove to be too difficult to manage clientele. Yawn. But people always had to complicate things. <br><br> Let me be clear: men, dining, had to complicate things. You think it'd be simple, just take their order, bring it over, bring the check, next. Nope. It was a delicate balance of being available, but not //that// kind of available, or a ''hint'' of being available so they'd tip better. And then some would try and push the envelope. <br><br> Russell, regular and local...not __quite__ drunk...took a shine to me and began to ask for my section. His eyes would light up on my approach, and probably brighter when I was walking away. What began as a simple and normal dining experience became more conversational and I felt more trapped. <br><br> <div id="serving"> I appreciated the attention (and tips) and <<link "gave him what he wanted">><<replace "#serving">> <<Stats Wiles ++>> First, it was a compliment of my jeans, then it was of my ass. Then he started coming in at the tail end of the shift, knowing I'd be less busy and be able to sit with him. I did. <br><br> I laughed at his jokes, tolerated his hand on me, and thankfully he never pushed the limits while I was working. The offers to come home with him were there, I had his number. He was relentless. <br><br> <</replace>><</link>>. I tried to <<link "tow the line">><<replace "#serving">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> "Oh, Russ!" was a typical refrain. A laugh at his dirty jokes, a playful eye-roll and a little nudge of his hand off my ass from time to time. And when he got too friendly and comfortable, I worked with the host to ensure maybe he didn't end up in my section for the next couple seatings. <br><br> He was a nice guy, and lonely. I wasn't going to dash his dreams, but I wasn't going to make them a reality. The industry was all masques and facades, I put on mine and played my part...it was like a far less involved version of escorting, I guess. <br><br> <</replace>><</link>> of acceptability without losing him. I <<link "involved Deb">><<replace "#serving">> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<face angry>> One time, he actually grabbed my ass. I smacked it, stormed off without a second thought and cornered Deb in the service station, "I am not dealing with this harassment." <br><br> Her Adam's apple visibly bounced, "Well...<<print $CC.name>>" <br><br> "No, Deb. You want me working here? I'm not a stripper." <br><br> The gears turned in her head, but I could see the thoughts -- I was her top earner, people liked me, he was __one__ customer -- she nodded and headed over to the table. He tried to play off the encounter as a story, then misunderstood, then, sheepishly, he relented. Deb waited on him from then on. <br><br> <</replace>><</link>> whenever needed. </div> Ida's was far from lazy when the night closed out. Restaurateurs know how to party. There was always an after-hours situation going on, or if Deborah wasn't around, drinks disappearing from behind the bar. <br><br> It was also highly 'incestuous' with pairings that happened after the debaucherous post-shift drinks, or sometimes...during them. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>>I may have had a few indiscretions, but it was fun and exciting.<<else>>I avoided any entanglements, just to keep things easier when I was working.<</if>> <br><br> It was the most unexpected part of [[working at Ida's|CC022 - Job]] and the biggest added benefit. <<else>> <<Stats Social ++>> <div id = "host"> /* IMAGE (Needed): Restaurant Host Stand */ Ida's was a pretty lazy spot and didn't prove to be too difficult to manage incoming clients or who's server's turn it was to be seated. Yawn. But people always had to complicate things. <br><br> There was this regular, Thom, who insisted on 'his' spot, but I knew that Lydia would absolutely throw a fit. She was up on the rotation and she was the least flexible of any of the staff. <br><br> I smiled broadly at Thom as he stopped following me to make a bee-line towards the corner table. He couldn't see me, but I was fighting the urge to scream. <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 1>> Shuffling up beside him, I slid my arm through his, "Sir, let me get this table prepared for you -- my apologies that it wasn't ready right away." It wasn't dirty, but it hadn't fully been set. It seemed to be a good enough reason and he leaned against the edge of the booth, pulling out his phone while I had a moment to cut off Lydia. <br><br> In hushed tones, "I'll give you the next //two// tables, kay? It's Thom...you know how he is." I could tell she was fuming, her jaw working side to side as she considered the offer, "Three. He's not that good of a tipper anyway." She turned before I could counter...with two and a half? I'd make it work. <br><br> I returned, my wide smile as I gestured to the table, my other hand placing a breadbasket and olive oil on the table. He wordlessly sat. I sighed in relief, <<link "returning to the stand">><<replace "#host">> Ida's was far from lazy when the night closed out. Restaurateurs know how to party. There was always an after-hours situation going on, or if Deborah wasn't around, drinks disappearing from behind the bar. <br><br> It was also highly 'incestuous' with pairings that happened after the debaucherous post-shift drinks, or sometimes...during them. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> I may have had a few indiscretions, but it was fun and exciting. <<else>> I avoided any entanglements, just to keep things easier when I was working. <</if>> <br><br> It was the most unexpected part of [[working at Ida's|CC022 - Job]] and the biggest added benefit. <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> Interposing myself between him and the table, "Sir...how about...here..." moving slightly and gesturing to the nearest table in Lydia's section. He pulled out his phone and passed me, dropping into his booth, "This table needs bread and olive oil." <br><br> With gritted teeth, back tensed, I walked away to grab the final touches of the table setting. Lydia had already corralled Deb. "She's doing it //again//, Deborah. She never seats us in the right order. It's her //job//, her //only// job." <br><br> Deborah reached out before I could pass on my way to get the bread and I was brought right into the scuffle: "<<print $CC.name>>--" <br><br> "I'm s-sorry, but, it's Thom, you know how he is." <br><br> Lydia stared down Deb, arms crossed, "This is your last strike. Don't make me tell you again." She released my arm with a flick of her wrist. Anger dissipated from Lydia and swelled within me. I'd have to figure out a way to <<link "make this work">><<replace "#host">> Ida's was far from lazy when the night closed out. Restaurateurs know how to party. There was always an after-hours situation going on, or if Deborah wasn't around, drinks disappearing from behind the bar. <br><br> It was also highly 'incestuous' with pairings that happened after the debaucherous post-shift drinks, or sometimes...during them. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> I may have had a few indiscretions, but it was fun and exciting. <<else>> I avoided any entanglements, just to keep things easier when I was working. <</if>> <br><br> It was the most unexpected part of [[working at Ida's|CC022 - Job]] and the biggest added benefit. <</replace>><</link>>, because I wasn't about to get fired. <</if>> </div> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/CC022-Job.png">> Extra cash kinda burns a hole in your pocket, doesn't it? Well, better to have and use it than not have it. Society certainly didn't emphasize saving and investment at my age -- thinking about retirement? I wasn't ever gonna die, let alone get old. So it was time to make it rain. <br><br> It was a little part of what made me...me. And the cash? I spent my hard-earned bills on: <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Social'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base ++]]>> ''Clothes'', I wanted to impress my classmates and be a trendsetter. <<path [[CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Athletics'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++; $Stats.BodyTraits.push("fit")]]>> ''Classes'' at the gym. Pilates, Yoga, HIIT, I got fit. <<path [[CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Learning'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base ++]]>> ''Tutoring'' and practice tests, the extra reading assignments, I devoured it all. <<path [[CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Deception'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Risky'].base ++; $Inventory.pushUnique("Burner")]]>> A ''Burner Phone'' so that I could do what I wanted when I wanted with who I wanted. <<path [[CC025 - ModelOpp][$Stats.Skills['Perception'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base ++]]>> New ''game releases and equipment'' because I had to keep my gaming edge. <</crossroads>>
<<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<outfit lifeguard>> There's nothing like the sun's rays beating down, collecting a nice tan...ahh...What better reason to take this 'job'? <br><br> <<image framed "passage/cc.beach.png">> Just watching the waves crash and making sure dumb-dumbs don't drown is a pretty easy gig.<br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>Also it's a great place to scope guys.<</if>><br> Work on my swimming.<br> Read a <<if $CC.opening !== "dumb">>spy Thriller<<else>>pulpy romance<</if>>.<br> Catch up on sleep. Oops? <br><br> It was a typical day like any. Hundreds of patrons all flapping gaily, enjoying all that pearls had to offer. <br><br> Children frolic and scamper. People of all ages (ugh. //all// ages) take dips in the water. <br><br> It's mostly reapplying sunscreen. And there was a lot of exposed <<print $Body.skin>> skin I needed to keep from cooking. <br><br> My fingers tugged and peeled away the chipped paint on my wooden stand. I was only a few hours into my Saturday shift. Lifeguards are expected to have a vigilant eye but keeping watch gets tiresome. <br><br> Then, in the distance, screams. <br><br> My eyes narrowed, focused. <br><br> <div id="help"> <<crossroads #help>> <<path>> Help? <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <br> I need to help them! <br><br> Swiftly, my red buoy was in hand and I leapt over the aging railing and hit the powdery sand in stride. <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> My fit form had me effortlessly skimming over the sand that tried to suck me down. I was at the crowd within 30 seconds. <br><br> I surveyed the waterline and saw someone, flailing like a fish. In an all-out sprint, I headed for the waves. <br><br> <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>> Sadly, despite wearing a classic, red one-piece with the broadest chest, my breasts flopped around nearly smacking me in the face. Luckily, the suit kept them restrained even as I drew my hands over my head, my <<print $Body.hair>> hair immediately soaked in the salt-curtain crest. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>> <<Stats Confident ++>> //My// flotation devices were not serving my purposes. The waves were proving difficult to slice through, but I made it to the flailer. Tucking them close, I paddled back, guiding them onto the beach -- they needed CPR. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<face happy>> Focused on dragging <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> in, I didn't take stock of my appearance. Water sputtered from their mouth as I checked their vitals -- the victim, now, the saved. And they weren't sputtering simply from the water: the top of my swimsuit was now a thong and my girls were hanging in their face. Oh well, hehe. Job has to [[get done|CC021 - Beach]]. <br><br> <<else>> <<face shock>> The weight of a drowning person is difficult to contend with. Tugging them on to the beach, my breasts tried to escape but with a deft hand, I returned them to their red cage. I worked diligently, performing CPR and soon they coughed up water and [[opened their eyes|CC021 - Beach]]. <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> I knew I wasn't too athletic, but man, my tits were making this far harder than I expected. I wouldn't be deterred, eventually snagging my drowning victim. I managed to lay their body onto the wet warm sand, frighteningly still. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<face shock>> The waterlogged <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> was more difficult than anticipated. My breaths were heaving, but //they// needed to be breathing. I began my assessment and noticed eyes on me but, I was...oh! Hehe, they're just [[boobs|CC021 - Beach]]. <br><br> <<else>> <<face shock>> In the midst of dragging the <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> onto the shore, I made a mental note to do more weight training. Now, safely away from the waves, I realized 'the girls' were out. While dropping to my knees, I tucked them in and began [[assessing the victim|CC021 - Beach]]. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> I am no Baywatch babe, but my body had some bounce. Luckily, these red one pieces are tight and firm holding. my hands over my head while my <<print $Body.hair>> hair immediately soaked as I dove into the crest. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>> <<Stats Confident ++>> My arms slid through the water as if it were tissue paper and soon, I was saving them from being shark bait. Using an over-arm technique, I snagged the <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> while arming myself with the buoy and pulled them ashore. My toned thighs making it look good as well as look easy. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<face happy>> Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation does not always have to be used. I assessed the <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>>...their lips were pouty but not blue. Still, this was my first drowning victim, so I proceeded with "mouth to mouth." Their tongue clued me in to switch tactics, and that they were alright. [[Yay|CC021 - Beach]]! <br><br> <<else>> Fist over fist I pumped on their chest. Their lips not being blue they mean they didn't have severe...drowning--whatever it's called. So after some firm pumps bubbles of water came out their mouth and I [[sat them up|CC021 - Beach]]. <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> I wasn't top of my lifeguarding group, but I faired well in the trials. So getting to the bobber was tougher than expected, but easily in time. I managed to buoy the <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>>, so I could struggle to get them ashore. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<face happy>> I was huffing and puffing so hard my brain couldn't function on my training. Seeing how attractive they were, my instinct kicked in as my hands worked their chest. This <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> had nice looking pillows. Had to be careful to not use tongue. Still my skills prevailed and water burst into my mouth. They were [[saved|CC021 - Beach]]. <br><br> <<else>> I was laboring pretty hard getting the <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> to shore. Luckily, the lifeguard training kicked in as hard as the mule who clearly kicked my chest. Luckily, I powered through, managing to get the bubbles of water out of my unconscious wet fish of a [[patient|CC021 - Beach]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> I felt as though I was plodding, every step taken seemed draw me further away. My calves screamed at me, but I had to keep going. <br><br> <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>> My feet were failing in the soft sand and my chest was smacking me in the face, I must have looked like a tumbling red balloon of tit flesh as I careened towards the crowd. Despite my breasts best efforts, the red suit proved to be cut broad enough. My tired legs pushed off, plunging my <<print $Body.hair>> locks into the surf. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>> <<Stats Confident ++>> Carrying these funbags did award me with some benefit. I had a strong back and arms, now carrying the //actual// buoy and my buoys joining the squad as I swam to the bouncing <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>Bob<<else>>Betty<</if>>. Together, the flotations made bringing the semi-unconscious vic onto the shoreline relatively effortless. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<face shock>> I toted the body onto the warm, wet sand. The crowds gathered with more "ooos" and "ahhhs" than worried faces. I noticed why as I began CPR. My tits were out. Eh. Oh, well. Stare all you want boys and girls, I got a <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> to save. My titties may smother this fucker eventually, but in that moment, I got the water pumping out of their mouth. [[#Saved|CC021 - Beach]]. <br><br> <<else>> <<face shock>> Semi-gracefully -- with no help from my lower half -- I managed the sack of potatoes victim on the sandy wetness. My bombastics tried to pop out, but I shifted them back in like old hat and used my CPR technique. I was able to wrestle the water out the lungs and get them [[semi-lucid|CC021 - Beach]]. <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> I was not blessed with good strength, instead had healthy back problems. Thanks gazongas! Still, I had a job to do. Surprising myself, I managed the task of retrieving the ill-fated person to the shore. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<face shock>> I was exhausted. My tits had flopped out. People were staring. And to top it all off, I was aching, but still had to perform CPR. Surely, I was going to faint before this <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> came back to us...but miraculously, they coughed up sea water and then smiled. [[Cheeky|CC021 - Beach]] <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>bastard<<else>>bitch<</if>>. <br><br> <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Mental note: do some cardio or something. My hefty chest felt more like an anchor as they threatened to escape the suit. I shoved 'em in tight and gave every last breath between chest compressions. As my lungs failed, they choked up the sea and then I flopped. "You're saved, my friend." [[Yay|CC021 - Beach]]. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> Baywatch certainly wouldn't be calling me for the reboot but who cares -- I had lives to save. I approached the surf, diving in knowing the one-piece wouldn't be around my waist as I plunged towards the flopping person. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>> <<Stats Confident ++>> My legs propelled me. My arms and back worked overtime. Swiftly, I bouyed the victim and paddled them to the crowded shore, depositing the <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> carefully. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<face happy>> You're not supposed to develop feelings on the job. This <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> though...//clearly// my type. I administered CPR, then when they were breathing I gave them a moment to take me in before I went back for a different administration. Sue me. They found life //and// more.[[Pay for pay|CC021 - Beach]]. <br><br> <<else>> My legs were tired but my training was already in overdrive. Pumping the chest and administering CPR. Despite the throb in my lower half, I got the <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> breathing again. I turned them and their lungs [[expelled fluid|CC021 - Beach]]. <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> This was not an easy task. I wondered why I chose this job. Shut up brain! Someone needed saving. I belly flopped into the waves and swam -- doggypaddled? -- to the <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> drowning. Luckily, the buoy did most of the work so that I could struggle the rest of the way to get their body onto the sand. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<face happy>> Perk of the job: occasionally there was a hottie needing rescuing and this was one of those times. My brain was so tired it went into autopilot. Save the victim and get some action. A little kissing //after// CPR won't hurt. Mmm. Don't moan -- resuscitate. Wooo! There we go. Coughing and alive. [[They tasted good too|CC021 - Beach]]. <br><br> <<else>> <<face hurt1>> I was seriously gassed, but no other lifeguards were close enough to help. With labor, I worked on the <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> and after what felt like five minutes, I managed to get them to spill their lungs and sputter up. They [[were alive again|CC021 - Beach]] -- I nearly passed out dead. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<path>> Play fear <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <br> Yeah, just someone playing. <br><br> The screams were probably just people playing chicken. (Narrator: They weren't.) Plus there were other lifeguards near enough-ish to help out. (Narrator: They were.) No one came running to the stand. It'd be fine. I chilled there. [[Yeah that's wise|CC021 - Beach]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit lifeguard>> Nearing the end of the afternoon, the sunset is wonderful perk for being a lifeguard. So many postcard-style evenings. The pinks, purples, oranges, and reds blending together across the sky, signaling the change to night. All the people were packing up as the chill night air urged them away. My sunbaked skin was <<if $Body.skin == "olive" || $Body.skin == "black" || $Body.skin == "golden">>nicely tanned<<else>>toasty red<</if>>. <br><br> I was about to grab my gym bag from the make''shit'' hut on stilts -- where we stored our crap -- when the sounds of radios and people //way// too excited for time caught my ears. <br><br> Grabbing the binoculars<<linkexpand "...">>, I noticed folks had already started a fire and out of coolers? Glass. bottles. Sonuva bitch. Really? <br><br> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Beach.png">> <div id="beach"> <<crossroads #beach>> <<path>> I was gonna have to go break this up <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> I was gonna have to go be a boss-ass bitch. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<face happy>> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">> Rule 35a, Section 4, Sub-Paragraph D states: "No frolicking and fraternization can take place after dark." I __had__ to go inform them of this infraction before they were served hefty fines. <br><br> I marched proudly over to the cantankerous crowd of ne'er-do-wellers. Yep. They were drinking -- fraternization-- and laughing -- frolicking. <br><br> "Excuse me. The beach is closed." <br><br> A <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>hunky young man<<else>>half-naked girl<</if>> stopped. "Whoa, hey babe. Errr...lifeguard. We aren't causing no trouble..." <br><br> "You realize you are breaking over seven city ordinances! I will be forced to call the cops." <br><br> "Come on, //hotty// lifeguard, hic...with a...woooo-ey! ''Hefty'' bush. Cut us a break. Have a beer." <br><br> "Ughhh. As if," I called the cops and the perps were arrested for all violations. [[City hero|CC022 - Beach]] here I come. <<else>> <br><br> FROLICKING and FRATERNIZATION at this hour? So many violations of city ordinances on //my// beach. I wouldn't have it. <br><br> I stomped over to the excited pandemonium. A fire bloomed and bottles clinked as half-naked <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>men<<else>>girls<</if>> all laughed and danced to music. <br><br> "Beach is closed. Please vacate the premises immediately." <br><br> A <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>strapping young man<<else>>lithe, skimpy-bikini girl<</if>> turned to me, "Hey babe. Chillax. No harm is being done. The turtles are saaaaafe." <br><br> "Last warning <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>Bub<<else>>Bab<</if>>. Take a hike now and save yourself jail time and fines." <br><br> "Awww come on now ''sexy'' lifeguard. Can't you just give us the warning and let us party? We need this." <br><br> I shook my head. "Nope. Calling the cops. As promised." <br><br> The group was arrested and later fined. Me? [[Lifeguard of the month|CC022 - Beach]] recipient. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">> Not on my watch. These hooligans will __not__ tarnish my beach. <br><br> I confidently marched over to their 'play area'. There was a fire going with people drinking libations. <br><br> "I am gonna need you all to pack your things and leave. This is not place to party. I will call the cops." <br><br> "Listen here, Bushels Betty." He motioned at the scraggles at my crotch, "Take your broccoli-covering 'bathing suit' wearing-ass back //home//. The beach is a free space." He took a big hit of his beer. Errrt. <br><br> "Well I...How //dare// you? I'm calling the cops." <br><br> "Oh hell, no, Bitch," he tossed a beer bottle at me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>> Whiff! Like the Matrix<<else>>Boink! That fuckin' hurrrt.<</if>> <br><br> "Nice try, dumbass..." I called the cops. The perps got arrested. And I nursed <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value lte 0>>my bruised head and<</if>>my [[bruised ego|CC022 - Beach]]. <<else>> <br><br> I was gonna set those damn rabble rousers straight for good. I took pride in my beach and these jokers weren't going to ruin it. <br><br> My bare feet thumped firmly over the sand until I reached the campfire and music. <br><br> "Hey folks. This isn't allowed on the beach. Alcohol, campfires. City ordinances and all. Please vacate the premises." <br><br> The nearest, semi-drunk <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>man<<else>>girl<</if>> looked me over. "Err, the beach is //public//. We can be here. Fuck off ''uggo'' lifeguard." <br><br> "Don't make me involve the law. Just get your stuff and go." <br><br> Still bitter, <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> walked up to me and SHOVED. "Take your scrawny ass home and stop bothering us." <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 0>> <<face happy>> <br><br> Anticipating the move, I grabbed a wrist and tugged. Immediately, it was pinned behind his back. "I //said//: it's ''fucking'' time to __go__. Go now or I call the cops!" <br><br> Seeing their buddy get woman-handled, they packed their shit quicker than they set up camp while <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> got dumped a few feet away from my shove. <br><br> "Wuh...we're leaving. Shittt." Hands on my hips in the twilight, beaming like a [[superhero in a one-piece|CC022 - Beach]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> <br><br> Stumbling backwards, I knew I was not adequately prepared for a scrap. I scrambled away with their laughter chasing me off and called the cops. They handled the drunkards, doing what [[I couldn't|CC022 - Beach]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<path>> or the cops would. And with snails on a hot sidewalk being faster than the patrol... <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> or the cops would. <br><br> A couch and pizza seemed more enticing than stopping probably my fellow schoolmates or maybe some college kids from trying to have some fun. <br><br> Leave that to Fat Fred. <br><br> He'd handle it on his own time. <br><br> I don't own this [[damn beach|CC022 - Beach]]. <<path>> I'd probably end up getting chewed out, but might have a good time before hand. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<face happy>> I'd probably end up getting chewed out, but might have a fun night. <br><br> As I approached, I noticed that the party goers were more my age. Oooh, this could be a nice evening then... <br><br> "Hey Everybody! I hate to be bearer of bad news but this //public// beach closes at night. No partying allowed. Sorry..." <br><br> A lit young <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>man<<else>>girl<</if>> spoke to me, "Awww, but we aren't harming nothing. Any chance you can let us go, hip, hotty lifeguard?" <br><br> I scratched my head for effect, "It //is// against city ordinance...but...if you share some of those brews and let me hang? Then I won't call it in." <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> An eyebrow raised from the intoxicated <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>man<<else>>girl<</if>>, "Sure...but how about boobs for brews?" <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> looked to group. They all nodded. <br><br> This wouldn't be the first time the girls helped me out. I played coy, "I don't know..." twirling my hair, "Oh, why not," I lifted the shoulder straps, releasing my <<print $Body.tits>>-sized tan-lined boobs to the crowd as they basked in the glow of tits and orange flames. <br><br> "Now hand me a brew!" We partied to the wee hours, straps swaying behind as I moved. Eventually, I stumbled back to the lifeguard hut and crashed, laughing when I woke up and saw the [[state of my suit|CC022 - Beach]]. <br><br> <<else>> The intoxicated <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>man<<else>>girl<</if>> got a little frisky, "Sure...but how about boobs for brews then?" <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> looked to their friends for support. <br><br> I didn't even consider. "I am looking the other way on this little fiesta, be thankful for that. Give me a beer or get off the beach." My hand suddenly had a beer in it. We partied [[until I woke up|CC022 - Beach]] in the lifeguard shack. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<face shock>> <<image framed "passage/CC022-Beach.png">> It's a big beach. There's anywhere from a few hundred to a thousand plus people a day -- especially weekends. I never ran into anyone from school. So, there's never really any fear of those awkward teen moments you see in movies. <br><br> I did my rounds. I slept on the rickety tower of shame. I put in my hours and, then, I would leave. Hey now. I was dedicated for the full eight hours...minus my lunch. <br><br> Days just went by and shit remained uncharacteristically normal. Yay for tediousness. <br><br> Wait. Someone was...coming up to me? <br><br> As they got nearer...Oh fuck...I //knew// them. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>Roger, one of the hottest guys<<else>>Amanda, one of the hottest girls<</if>> from school. Fuckity fuck fuck. <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> Of all the rickety lifeguard shacks on this sprawling beach <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>Roger<<else>>Amanda<</if>> just had to walk up. Checking my skin -- scaly -- I hadn't been in the water. Shit. <br><br> A fresh coat of SPF 25 made my skin glisten. <br><br> "Uhh hi, is there something I can help you with, cutie?" I leaned against the railing trying to present my body at that model angle. My red bathing suit taut on my curves. <br><br> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>Roger<<else>>Amanda<</if>> stopped just below the railing staring up at me. The sunlight made them shine in the afternoon light. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> kicked a little sand in front of <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>>. "I, uhh, heh, came cause there was an issue...yeah." <br><br> "Well that's what I am here for //cutie//." Twice? Ugh, where's my game? Outwardly, I was solid. Inwardly: chaos. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>His<<else>>Her<</if>> eyes were on my form as I watched <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> eye me from head to toe. "Uhh, you need to put a bush...err, ''brush'' of paint on that shack, heh." <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> shook <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>His<<else>>Her<</if>> head at <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>His<<else>>Her<</if>> stupidity. "I got sidetracked. There's some guys lighting fireworks near the bush--err I mean, brush by the dunes. It'll start a fire!" <br><br> "Oh no. That ''is'' a problem. That protected ground. I'll get on it right away." <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> Having my crush there and <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> seemed more timid than I was, I figured, what the hell. "Before that, though...you like what you saw just now? Is that why you stumbled through the...bush twice?" <br><br> "Well I...uhhh." <br><br> "It's okay...hehe. I leave it natural because when my partner ''gets it''...if they have no problem with it, then we have no problem." <br><br> I brushed some of the curls along my bikini line for effect. "This a problem for you?" <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> gulped, "Nuh-no." <br><br> I let <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>>r sweat it for a second, then: "GOOD," I cheered. "Maybe you could take me out sometime and make up for your...Bush-lunder, hehe." <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> smiled and nodded. Cool. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> My crush being there looking all timid was somewhat of a shock. ''<<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>>'' was the hot one. <br><br> I took advantage of the momentary superiority: "I'm not dumb. I'll have you know a womanscape is her business." <br><br> "Well I...uhhh, sorry." <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> looked down dejected. <br><br> "It's okay. I'm just playing with you, silly. How about take me out sometime? Call it B-ush-alanced?" <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> smiled and nodded. Cool. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> came up to just below the railing of shack, smiling cutely and giving __super__ cute. The sunlight framed <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>>r body giving <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>>r spotlight silhouette. <br><br> Shuffling <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>>r toes in the sand, "Uhhh, <<print $CC.name>>, I think there is an issue you need to go deal with right away." <br><br> "What's the issue, cutie?" A strong facade while insides were screaming. <br><br> As if being sized up, <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>His<<else>>Her<</if>> eyes scoured my mostly exposed flesh. "There's some guys playing with fireworks near the dunes. It's likely to start a fire." <br><br> "Oh shit. That is a serious problem. Those plants are protected. I'll take care of it. Thanks for letting me know, hehe." I couldn't help but giggle, my attraction winning out. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> It was empowering, seeing my crush somewhat shy around me. So I went for it. <br><br> "You know...you //could// have taken a picture. It would have lasted longer," I framed my body like a model on the Price is Right. <br><br> "...damn, I'm sorry." <br><br> "It's no biggie. Just the body I was born with, ya know." I hefted my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts to tease <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> more. <br><br> "Yuh -- yeah, true. Heh," <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> scratched <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>His<<else>>Her<</if>> neck. <br><br> "Say, why don't you take me out and you might just get to see what's hiding under this bathing suit." I pretended to take a strap off my shoulder. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> grinned. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>Roger<<else>>Amanda<</if>> was literally standing near me looking all demure. I couldn't believe it. <br><br> "It's impolite to undress a lady with your eyes, ya know. You should be ashamed," I wagged a finger for effect. <br><br> "Damn it. I'm sorry. That was rude." <br><br> "You should be. It's okay. Make it up to me by taking me out sometime." <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> grinned. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> Just my fucking luck. There's at least //ten// other lifeguard shacks within a short distance and they have to amble up to my dilapidated hut. Lucky for me, I didn't have matted hair from swimming in the ocean. <br><br> A good lather of SPF 25 was still lingering on my skin, so I had a good glow. Oops. Still streaky. Damn it. <br><br> "Uhhh, hey there...friend. What's the problem?" I awkwardly leaned against the railing trying to present my better side...did I do it right? It felt awkward. <br><br> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">> Just below me there stood <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>Roger<<else>>Amanda<</if>> smiling up at me with <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>His<<else>>Her<</if>> charming face. The sun behind <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> making <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> more beautiful than ever. <br><br> They gave me quick up-and-down before quickly pointing back and off to the right, "Your stand needs a good Bushing--err brushing of paint." Realizing <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>His<<else>>Her<</if>> mistake <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> continued anyway. "There's some guys blowing up fireworks near that big Bush--err brush. It's dangerous. Can you take care of it?" <br><br> Slightly fuming now, "Yeah. I can take care of the ''bush''. It's a protected area." <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> My crush did notice my crotch region. Well, at least I caught their eye somehow. <br><br> "There could be fire to put out in //my// bush later if you want, hehe." <br><br> "Yeah...well, hmmm. I would. For sure, but my <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>girlfriend<<else>>boyfriend<</if>> may not like that. Sorry." <br><br> That came as a little bit of surprise. "Ok then, your loss." They walked off. I jumped down to stop the fire. Ours was already quenched. <br><br> Just one of the many stories about [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> <br><br> Not but a few feet away my crush stood below me at my stand. It blew me away. <br><br> "A lesson in manners: Don't stare at a lady and then comment about her body. Got it?" <br><br> "Yeah...you're right. Sorry." <br><br> "You can make it up to me by taking me out," I smiled. <br><br> "My <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>girlfriend<<else>>boyfriend<</if>> may not like that. Sorry. You're nice and all." <br><br> Ouch. Guess they wouldn't be a part of my [[life|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> Walking up was the vision of of beauty, right below me in the sand. Of course, the sun behind <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> gave <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> this otherworldly beauty. <br><br> Right to the point, <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>Roger<<else>>Amanda<</if>> didn't play coy. I did notice a quick glance at my body. "There's some guys playing with fireworks and blowing stuff up by the dunes. It's dangerous. Can you go take care of it?" <br><br> "Damn it. Those fucking guys. Yeah, I'll get it taken care of right away." I grabbed my radio. "Charlie. We got a code 27 on the dunes." <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>>My crush being so close, I felt like I //had// to try. <br><br> "I couldn't help but notice you, noticing me." <br><br> "Eeek, sorry about that." <br><br> "I don't mind you lookin', but if you want the real show...you should take me out." <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> shrugged. "I am not sure my <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>girlfriend<<else>>boyfriend<</if>> would like that. Sorry." <br><br> "No biggie." It was a biggie, but just a part of who I [[was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <<else>> <br><br> The one I had my eye on, <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>Roger<<else>>Amanda<</if>> stood below me looking __good__. The sun's rays streaming behind <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> picturesque. <br><br> "My eyes are up here. Don't ''objectify'' me." <br><br> "Yeah, yeah. Sorry." <br><br> "It's fine. Perhaps we should hang out and you could make it up to me, maybe." <br><br> "Ehhhh...My <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>girlfriend<<else>>boyfriend<</if>> wouldn't like that. Again sorry." <br><br> They wouldn't be a part of [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <br><br> I ducked away in shame. Maybe they didn't see me. I locked the door. Closed the blinds. Still. They'd go away eventually. Hoped no one was drowning. That'd be a shitty thing to be a part of my [[life|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</if>>
<<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<outfit HScheer>> The 'society' in highschool had an echelon set aside for elite girls: the cheer squad. It required dance skills, looks, and the social status before being allowed into the most esteemed group. <br><br> Nothing about it was easy. Whereas other athletic teams accepted anyone, even if they'd just become bench warmers, the cheerleaders prided themselves in their willingness to cut until there were only the best of the best. Or, the ones they liked. <br><br> So that Monday afternoon had I rolled out of class early, getting my head in the game before I had to download a lot of choreography...and quickly. <br><br> <<speech $CC.MName>>"You sure you want to--"<</speech>> <br><br> My response? I got out of the car, shouldering my bag and starting to walk away. <br><br> <<speech $CC.MName>>"<<print $CC.DName>> will--"<</speech>> <br><br> <<if $CC.mom == 1>><<speechPC>>"Pick me up. Yeah. Fly safe."<</speechPC>> She was going again. What was new? Not like she'd be able to offer me any guidance with this anyway. She was a dork. 'Radio towers'. <<else>><<speechPC>>"Pick me up, I know." Not like she'd be able to offer me any guidance with this anyway. She was a dork. At least Dad //liked// women, probably some cheerleaders in his day. He'd probably have something of value.<</speechPC>><</if>>She didn't -- was //incapable// -- of understanding the social importance of what I was doing. <br><br> <<speech $CC.MName>>"Love you."<</speech>> <br><br> Readjusting the bag, I headed into the gym, ready for the gauntlet that awaited me: Tryouts were going to last a //week//. <br><br> I wasn't the first one there. The girls who had made the squad in previous years -- the ones who would be deciding on us, on ''me'' -- were already milling around in towels and chattering excitedly. They were discussing us. As if we weren't there. <br><br> We, on the other hand, were trying to just ignore the blatant judgement and went about changing. Feeling naked (in every respect) was an <<link "understatement.">> understatement. /* IMAGE (Needed): Girls in a locker room wearing towels. */ <br><br> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush" || $Body.pubes == "trimmed">> <span id="pubes"> <<outfit naked>> Then they saw me and the conversation stopped cold. I felt a tightness in my throat. A dozen other girls were naked too, but they were looking at //me//. <br><br> Their eyes were at the patch between my thighs. Insecurity bubbled up inside me instantly. <br><br> <<speech "Bella">>"Well, that's...a deep cut," while eyeing my lower...hairstyle.<</speech>> <br><br> Heat on my cheeks. A hand dropping to cover up. I felt the curls against my palm, my fingertips unconsciously inspecting the difference between myself and-- <br><br> To make her point, she took a moment to moisturize her leg, allowing her towel to part in the middle and giving a full view of her perfectly smooth lack of hair. <br><br> <<speech "Ella">>"What is this, a stag porn?"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speech "Stella">> laughed, mocking a gag, "Yeah, cover up that shit if you're not going to get rid of it."<</speech>> /* TODO Zach - here's a set of options that only appear based on Traits/Skills */ <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>>By the time I had finished a shower, I had decided between the <<button "Line">><<replace "#pubes">><<set $Body.pubes = "strip">><<set $CC.makeIt ++>><</replace>><</button>> and <<button "Hollywood">><<replace "#pubes">><<set $Body.pubes = "bald">><</replace>><</button>> look.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0>>I decided I'd keep rocking my <<button "bush">><<replace "#pubes">><<set $CC.makeIt -= 2>><</replace>><</button>> how I wanted. Fuck'em.<br><</if>> <<if $CC.labelReaction gt 0>>I wasn't going to be the odd-ball and decided tomorrow I'd show up with a <<button "Line">><<replace "#pubes">><<set $Body.pubes = "strip">><<set $CC.makeIt ++>><</replace>><</button>><<button "Hollywood">><<replace "#pubes">><<set $Body.pubes = "bald">><</replace>><</button>><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte 0 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 0 && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 0>>I preferred being <<button "Unique">><<replace "#pubes">><<Stats Stable -->><</replace>><</button>><br><</if>> A little late for the choreo, but I had a matching <<button "Smile">><<replace "#pubes">><<set $Body.pubes = "bald">><<Stats Suggestible ++>><<set $CC.makeIt ++>><</replace>><</button>> rather than endure more stares.<br> </span> <br> <<else>> <<outfit naked>> Then they saw one of the other girls and the conversation stopped cold. I saw her freeze. A dozen other girls were naked too, but they were focused intently on her. <br><br> Their eyes were at the patch between her thighs. Insecurity bubbled up inside me instantly. <br><br> <<speech "Bella">>"Well, that's...a deep cut," while eyeing her lower...hairstyle.<</speech>> My hips turned, just waiting for the inspection to be levied on me. Heat on my cheeks. A hand dropping to cover up. I felt the skin against palm, my fingertips unconsciously inspecting-- <br><br> To make her point, she took a moment to moisturize her leg, allowing her towel to part in the middle and giving a full view of her perfectly smooth lack of hair. <br><br> <<speech "Ella">>"What is this, a stag porn?"<</speech>> <<speech "Stella">> laughed, mocking a gag, "Yeah, cover up that shit if you're not going to get rid of it."<</speech>> I felt awful for the girl. She was beet-red. But I sighed. I wouldn't be criticized. <</if>> <</link>> From that moment on, we knew we were under the microscope. Every inch of our bodies, every moment of our time together was under inspection. It felt punitive coming from peers. I couldn't help but wonder how much of this would hit the rumor-mill, especially if I didn't make the team. <br><br> Clearly, I //had// to make the team. <br><br> Dressed, we assembled in the gym while we listened to the Varsity head cheerleader, Stella, posture and admonish. <br><br> <<speech "Bella">>"To make the team. To be one of //us//? You have to show ''dedication'', hard //work//, __spirit__, //sharp//ness, and ''ability''."<</speech>> You could almost hear the subtext of 'As if' beneath each phrase. <br><br> Her moment on the pedastal over, they ran us through some tumbling to ascertain our initial skills. <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC021 - Cheer][$CC.makeIt ++]] $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>> I had all those qualities Bella mentioned. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't athletic, performative, disciplined, or coordinated enough. <<path [[CC021 - Cheer][$CC.makeIt += 2]] $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> I'd rely, happily, on how I looked. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't attractive enough. <<path [[CC021 - Cheer][$CC.makeIt += 2]] $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 1>> I knew enough of them and had a powerful network -- my status would get me in. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't social enough. <<path [[CC021 - Cheer]] $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 0>> Tumbling was not my strong suit, but I'd not let that stop me. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident enough. <<path [[CC025 - ModelOpp][$CC.hsv = "home"; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value --; $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++]]>> Oof. Maybe I wasn't cut out for this. I should give up now. <</crossroads>>
<<outfit HScheer>> <<image framed "passage/CC021-Cheer.png">> Tuesday was the sideline. <<if $CC.height lt 0>>They quickly ascertained that my height made me perfect to be a flyer<<set $CC.makeIt ++>>.<</if>> Wednesday was the cheer. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("charm")>>I loved seeing the beaming smiles from the bleachers each time I took my turn<<set $CC.makeIt ++>>.<</if>> Thursday was the dance. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>>There were comments about how my lines were incredible thanks to my lithe legs<<set $CC.makeIt ++>>.<</if>> <br><br> It was three hours each night. It was grueling. We were quizzed on the members of the football, basketball and wrestling teams. If this was the test to get in, I could only imagine how hard actually being a part of the team would be. Some girls were dropping out. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lt 1>>I could tell I was bristling the girls with how I reacted to direction and guidance. I was hard-headed, and they were not a fan.<<set $CC.makeIt -->><</if>> <br><br> Friday was looming. It was the final moment. We'd put all we'd learned to the test in front of the established squad and Coach LeTourneau. <br><br> There wasn't much free time between school and these tryouts, I could only concentrate my efforts on: <<crossroads>> <<path [[CC022 - Cheer][$CC.makeIt += 2]] $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>> My tumbling <<hidden $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value lt 1>> <<path [[CC022 - Cheer][$CC.makeIt ++]] $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value lte 0>> My tumbling <<hidden $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gte 1>> <<path [[CC022 - Cheer][$CC.makeIt += 2]] $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0>> The dance <<hidden $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value lt 1>> <<path [[CC022 - Cheer][$CC.makeIt ++]] $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value lte 0>> The dance <<hidden $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gte 1>> <<path [[CC022 - Cheer][$CC.makeIt += 2]] $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>> The sideline <<hidden $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 1>> <<path [[CC022 - Cheer][$CC.makeIt ++]] $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 0>> The sideline <<hidden $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gte 1>> <<path [[CC022 - Cheer][$CC.makeIt += 2]] $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 4>> The cheer <<hidden $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value lte 4>> <<path [[CC022 - Cheer][$CC.makeIt ++]] $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value lte 4>> The cheer <<hidden $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte 4>> <</crossroads>>
<<outfit HScheer>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique('Pliant Limbs')>> Hair pulled back -- checked innumerable times for bumps or strays. Makeup on point even though I was wearing clothes to work out in. <br><br> I was there early. Dropped off by <<print $CC.DName>> and stretching. A couple of the other girls were early birds too -- all of us desperate, some because we needed every last moment of preparation, some didn't seem like they'd need it. There wasn't talking. There wasn't the laughing and helping each other with steps anymore. <br><br> Then the rest of the girls rolled in. They were either content with whatever happened, were resigned to their fate, or too confident that they didn't need to waste any time preparing. <br><br> Bella stepped forward and clapped her hands. Not a word was said, we all jumped up and formed our designated groups. Coach LeTourneau sat off to the side with a legal pad, ready to take notes. Who knew whether his comments mattered, or if he was just here for the show. <br><br> Tumbling. <br><br> Dancing. <br><br> Sideline. <br><br> Individual Cheer. <br><br> I was a sweating mess. My chest was heaving. I tried to ignore it and put on a placid face. Pretend this was easy. Show I was implacable. <br><br> The final girls finished their routines and that was it. <br><br> Stella and Ella moved out, clapped their hands -- Bella was over by Coach LeTourneau having a discussion. //The// discussion. <br><br> <<speech "Stella and Ella">>"Thanks, girls. You can go."<</speech>> They shooed us out. Dismissed. <br><br> We all didn't make eye contact as we left. Too much rode on the line and we were all fighting back the swelling anticipation of disappointment. <br><br> <<speech $CC.DName>>"How'd it go?"<</speech>> I just clambered into the car and let him drive me back. A part of me wished that it had been her asking the question. I wondered how she would react to the results, no matter what they'd be. <br><br> I sighed, quietly driven home. My body fidgeted, as if the combinations were coming out of me unbidden now. <br><br> After the intense boot camp that was this try out, I felt more limber. A part of me wished that we could start over //now//. I had a feeling that if I had this new baseline, making the squad would have been an assured thing. <br><br> But...we couldn't go back in time. It was just waiting for the posted <div id="friday"> <<link "results">><<replace "#friday">> <<if $CC.makeIt gte 7>> <<set $Memories.push("Cheerleader", "CheerCaptain")>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Social += 2>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<face happy runny>> The results are posted on the school website over the weekend. I have no idea how many names were on the list because the first entry: <<print $CC.name>>. I was a ''captain''. I screamed, crying into my phone, and <<print $CC.FName>> had to check on me. Consoling turned to celebrating: no one my year had ever made Captain. <br><br> Cheerleading doubtless became a big part of my life, with practice, summer camp, pep rallies and cheering at games with stands full of screaming fans. It ate up a lot of my free time. <br><br> But now I walked the hall with a chip on my shoulder. People whispered about me. I guess Coach LeTourneau had more clout that I had expected -- Stella had to kow-tow to //me// now. <br><br> <<image "passage/CC022-Cheer.png">> The hell week had been worth it, now it was just doing the thing and reaping the [[rewards|CC023 - Cheer]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt gte 5>> <<set $Memories.push("Cheerleader")>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> The results are posted on the school website over the weekend. About 50 names are on the list...including <<print $CC.name>>. I made the ''main'' squad! <br><br> Cheerleading became a big part of my life, with practice, summer camp, pep rallies and cheering at games with stands full of screaming fans. It ate up a lot of my free time. <br><br> But now I walked the hall with a chip on my shoulder. I was one of the cheerleaders. It was //great//. <br><br> <<image "passage/CC022-Cheer.png">> The hell week had been worth it, now it was just doing the thing and reaping the [[rewards|CC023 - Cheer]]. <<elseif $CC.makeIt gte 3>> <<set $Memories.push("Cheerleader")>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> The results are posted on the school website over the weekend. About 50 names are on the list...no, not me...not me...scanning, and there, finally, <<print $CC.name>>. I barely squeaked onto the backup squad. <br><br> Cheerleading became a big part of my life, with practice, summer camp, pep rallies and cheering at games with stands full of screaming fans. It ate up a lot of my time. I didn't see much time actually cheering, but I practiced and showed up all the same. <br><br> But now I walked the hall with a chip on my shoulder. I was one of the cheerleaders. It was //great//. <br><br> <<image "passage/CC022-Cheer.png">> The hell week had been worth it, now it was just doing the thing and reaping the [[rewards|CC023 - Cheer]]. <<else>> <<Stats Social -->> The results were posted on the school website over the weekend. About 50 names were on the list...but mine wasn't one of them. I didn't make the squad! Not even the backup squad. <br><br> I told my friends that I didn't really want to be a cheerleader anyway. <br> <<image "passage/CC022-Cheer.png">> Time was finite and there were other things in my [[life|CC025 - ModelOpp][$CC.hsv = "home"]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. </div>
<<image framed "passage/CC023-Cheer.png">> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> People say being a cheerleader isn't an athletic sport haven't actually tried. Sure, the 'important' thing was how good we looked and how unattainable we seemed to be, but really, we had to put in the hours, blood, sweat and tears. It wasn't just dancing. It wasn't the risk of throwing out our voices. <br><br> My body was bruised from even a good throw. I twisted ankles over the season -- more than I could count. Fingernails would cut you, hell one time I took an accidental hand to the face and looked like I had gotten in a fight. <br><br> You had to be willing to throw yourself around with abandon, to trust the girls underneath you with your weight. And we were //teenagers//, no one had really done any of this before. It was all new to us. <br><br> We were learning on the fly, literally. <br><br> But with all of the danger and intensity came a lovely intimacy and safety with the girls. Our trust and time bonded us differently than other relationships. <br><br> And we got very well-acquianted with each other <<linkexpand "naked">> naked. <<outfit naked>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Girls naked in the showers, bodies obscured by the steam */ <br><br> Ah, the showers. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <div id="girls"> <<crossroads #girls>> <<path>> Try and make a pass at one of the girls? <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Social -->> A guy's wet dream. You'd see it in every 'coming of age' college movie. But to us, they're just bodies, and nothing to be ashamed about. <br><br> And we looked fucking //good//. <br><br> It was really tough for me. I had to pretend I wasn't looking longer than I was. I wasn't imagining being up-close-and-personal with them. That I wasn't just wet from the shower. <br><br> And there was Bella. I could have sworn I caught her looking the same way that I was. And so I took a chance. <br><br> Had she been staying longer in the showers after each practice and game? Was it an invitation? <br><br> I hung back like she was, hearing the last of our squad wetly padding off and laughing with some of the other girls. I shot a quick smirk over at her. She was long-done with body wash. She smirked back. <<speechPC>>"Gotta love making the hot water run out."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bella">>"But then you get cold..."<</speech>> She said with a pained tone to her voice. <<speechPC>>"I've still got lukewarm..."<</speechPC>> The offer hung in the steamy air. <br><br> And she came over. A little giggle as we tried to make the showerhead cover us as evenly as possible, but it wasn't enough. We needed body warmth, so I pulled her close and felt the rising goosebumps on her skin. <br><br> Her hands grabbed my ass. We were making out before I knew it. I hoped I had heard the last bang of a locker. <br><br> If they all weren't gone, they were definitely going to hear our wet entangling, panting and squeals as they echoed off the tile walls. <br><br> It was something else to look forward to after a tough practice...even if it did start some rumors. <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Bella" F "Bella, the cheerleader in the showers.">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<set _primaryTextOutput = "It was just a girl, no biggie, right? And the squad would never say anything. I hoped.">> <<set _secondTextPrefix = "">> <<set _secondaryTextOutput = " wouldn't mind a girl. Wasn't even cheating, really.">> <<include "CC000 - Cheating">> <br><br> [[Cheerleaders|CC024 - Cheer]] aren't athletic, my ass. Why do you think we have rocking bodies? <<path>> Play it safe and just enjoy the views? <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> A guy's wet dream. You'd see it in every 'coming of age' college movie. But to us, they're just bodies, and nothing to be ashamed about. <br><br> And we looked fucking //good//. <br><br> It was really tough for me. I had to pretend I wasn't looking longer than I was. I wasn't imagining being up-close-and-personal with them. That I wasn't just wet from the shower. <br><br> But I didn't want to risk my credibility, so I shied away and just tried to take these images back home with me. <br><br> I had a spank bank for the ages. Being worked up after a game meant that I got working when I got home. <br><br> At home they probably thought I was exhausted, but really, I was just horny and needed to rub one out. <br><br> [[Cheerleaders|CC024 - Cheer]] aren't athletic, my ass. Why do you think we have rocking bodies? <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> A guy's wet dream. You'd see it in every 'coming of age' college movie. But to us, they're just bodies, and nothing to be ashamed about. <br><br> And we looked fucking //good//. <br><br> [[Cheerleaders|CC024 - Cheer]] aren't athletic, my ass. Why do you think we have rocking bodies? <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<set $People['CC'].M.rel -->> <<set $People['CC'].Drew.rel -->> <<set $People['CC'].F.rel -->> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <div id="guys"> We weren't only spending extra time with each other, but also the guys we were cheering on. <br><br> The cliche: football team. The forgotten: basketball team. And the unexpected: the opponent's teams. <br><br> <<speech "Opponent">>"Hey there."<</speech>> He was sweaty. His jersey clung and pulled at his skin in wet places. He brushed his hand over his close-cropped tight coils of hair. They had trounced us and it seemed like this guy wanted to expand his conquest. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<speechPC>>"Try Stella."<</speechPC>> A slight chin motion towards the girl I'd known to be needy. He wasn't my type anyway. <br><br> <<speech "Opponent">>"But you're cute."<</speech>> A narrow smile and sigh, <<speechPC>>"Appreciate it. But try Stella."<</speechPC>> He didn't need more encouragement. I got my things together while I watched her giggle away under his affection. <br><br> She didn't take the bus back with <<link "us.">><<replace "#guys">> My friends saw me almost never, but I really wanted to be a cheerleader. Everyone except Ethan seemed to really be hurt by the decision, that I was taking time away from them with my new 'friends'. Ethan was just happy he was 'in' with a cheerleader. I wished the rest of them could understand. <br><br> Still, it was just a little part of [[who I was|CC025 - ModelOpp]]. <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> Was he cute? Did I want his moist overconfidence? What would the other girls think? <br><br> I coughed a bit, uncomfortably filling the quiet, as I considered my response. <br><br> <<speech "Opponent">>"Y'all are better than those guys."<</speech>> I laughed. He liked it. He thought it was his in. <br><br> <<speech "Opponent">>"So you're across town, huh? How have we not heard about the talent y'all have?"<</speech>> <<crossroads #guys>> <<path>> Alright, Rizzler, I'm down. <<contents>> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> A small giggle and a flash of my eyes and he knew he was in the paint. <br><br> I heard Stella making some comment as I entertained this guy, taking my time getting my gear together and essentially ignoring the fact that everyone else was filing out of the gym. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Oh. Did...my bus leave?"<</speechPC>> Cheerleader playing the ditz card. What could be easier? <br><br> <<speech "Opponent">>"My car's in the lot. No worries. I got you."<</speech>> <br><br> And he did. In his backseat. I was surprised to find that the stories about basketball players and guys...like him...weren't actually true. All the time at least. <br><br> It was a nice car, but I don't think he had paid for it, based on how little he cared for the mess we made. <br><br> Even after the hard-fought game, he had a lot of energy, maybe spun up by the excitement of victory. He dribbled his balls against me until he was dribbling down his balls. <br><br> <<vCardCheck "Opponent Basketball Player" M "The basketball player beat our team and then beat my pussy.">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<set _primaryTextOutput = "I can't believe I did that. Got too wrapped up in things...but to everyone else, it'd just be a rumor, I could play it off like that.">> <<set _secondTextPrefix = "Welp.">> <<set _secondaryTextOutput = " yeah, that wasn't the most loyal of things to do, but the opportunity presented itself.">> <<include "CC000 - Cheating">> <br><br> The story circulated around school and hurt my cred, especially because it was with one of our rivals, but I didn't care about that too much. <br><br> I was a cheerleader and these were the perks. <br><br> My friends saw me almost never, but I really wanted to be a cheerleader. Everyone except Ethan seemed to really be hurt by the decision, that I was taking time away from them with my new 'friends'. Ethan was just happy he was 'in' with a cheerleader. I wished the rest of them could understand. <br><br> Still, it was [[just a part|CC025 - ModelOpp]] of who I was. <<path>> Player playing the wrong game. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Social ++>> <<speechPC>>"Hey, my bus is gonna go."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Opponent">>"Lemme get yer snap."<</speech>> <br><br> Directive, not ask. What else should I expect. <br><br> I nodded and hurriedly told him what my handle was...with a couple inaccuracies. And then I was off, back to the bus before he could check. <br><br> The girls and I all had a huge laugh at his expense -- maybe a little win for the Away team after all. The guys also appreciated the loyalty. <br><br> The only one who looked a bit down was Stella. I think she had wanted to be approached. Too bad, girl. <br><br> I was a cheerleader and these were those interesting moments that wouldn't happen to other kids, the ones who weren't a part of the squad. <br><br> My friends saw me almost never, but I really wanted to be a cheerleader. Everyone except Ethan seemed to really be hurt by the decision, that I was taking time away from them with my new 'friends'. Ethan was just happy he was 'in' with a cheerleader. I wished the rest of them could understand. <br><br> Still, it was [[just a part|CC025 - ModelOpp]] of who I was. <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div>
<div id="model"> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> /* IMAGE (Needed): A pharmacy store shelf full of condoms and other sex-adjacent items. */ <<set _adam = { name: "Adam Marcus", branch: $CC.hometownName, role: "Casting Agent", company: "Bubblegum Talent" }>> <<print $CC.FName>> and I were poking around a CVS. We didn't need anything, but it was a place to go when you were bored. <br><br> We were giggling over the condoms and douches and jumped when we were approached. <br><br> Shit. <br><br> We were about to get kicked out. Delinquents. <br><br> <<speech "Big Guy">>"Excuse me. I don't mean to bother you, but...this is going to sound crazy, but I am a photographer and talent scout. I couldn't help but notice you."<</speech>> <br><br> Dumbfounded, we both turned towards the man who decidedly was //not// wearing a CVS uniform. <br><br> <<speech $CC.FName>>"What?"<</speech>> <br><br> And then I clocked his body language. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value lte 3>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>><<Stats Confident -= 2>><<else>><<Stats Confident -->><</if>> He was talking to //her//. It was both a relief and a punch to the gut. Between us, she had been selected. And that hurt. <br><br> She was all giggles. He was all smiles. <br><br> I felt myself disappearing and receding standing beside her. I kept having thoughts about her behavior or his. That it was inappropriate. But I couldn't ignore the fact that my hurt was coloring what I was thinking. <br><br> And then it was over and he was gone. She was standing, stunned, looking down at what he had given her. <br><br> I couldn't help but look over her shoulder, curious and jealous. I saw his card. It looked pretty legit: <<businessCard _adam>> <br><br> But it wasn't for me. I wasn't model material. <br><br> <<speech $CC.FName>>"Well, that was fun!"<</speech>> She was on cloud ''nine'' for the next few days. Being a model was all she could talk about. And then it wasn't mentioned again. She was all jitters, about to go to her scouting session and then it was like she wanted to forget it. <br><br> I was more than happy to not bring it up. Whatever reason she had for wanting to come back down to 'normal' girl levels was a-ok with me. <br><br> The moment in CVS was hardly spoken about again, quickly dissolving into the weird little anecdotes that were worth a laugh, but not worth mentioning. She didn't laugh though. Ever. <br><br> We had other things to be focused on now. [[School|HS001 - StoryArc]]. <<else>> He was talking to //me//. It was both flattering and scary. I could see her slightly deflate as she understood the same thing. <br><br> I was all giggles. He was all smiles. <br><br> I felt myself disassociating, overwhelmed. Wait did he just touch my side? Did I just touch his wrist? What was he saying? Beaches. Clothing. Travel. And that I //had// something. <br><br> I was standing, stunned, looking down at what he had handed me. When did he pass that to me? How long had I been holding it? It looked pretty legit: <<businessCard _adam>> <<crossroads #model>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> All I could think of were the possibilities and opportunities! <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't excitable or risky enough. <<contents>> "Fuck. Yes!" I leaned up and pecked him on the cheek. Where had that come from? <br><br> This was like every girl's dream. He gave me a time and date to go to the address on his card. I was nodding so hard, my head felt like it might just wobble off. <br><br> And then he was gone. My skin felt like it was on fire, tingling. My brain felt fuzzy. My eyes were wet with emotion. <br><br> <<speech $CC.FName>>"Well, that was fun, I guess."<</speech>> She seemed deflated. Because I said no? Because I had been picked and she hadn't? <br><br> I had gotten...[[scouted|HS002 - CastingHS]]? <<path>> All I could think of were the risks and reasons to decline. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, uh, no. I can't."<</speechPC>> I handed it back to him. Real or not, it felt too scary to just jump at the 'opportunity'. He could have been a predator. <br><br> <<speech $CC.FName>>"Well, that was fun, I guess."<</speech>> She seemed deflated. Because I said no? Because I had been picked and she hadn't? <br><br> The moment in CVS was hardly spoken about again, quickly dissolving into the weird little anecdotes that were worth a laugh, but not worth mentioning. <br><br> We had other things to be focused on now. [[School|HS001 - StoryArc]]. <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div>
/* Pop-up Title: Stat Caps */ Your choice has brought <<print $CC.name>> to the current maximum cap for that stat. Any future choices that raise this stat will garner one 'xp' instead of an increase to the stat. The 'xp' will help her raise the stats during Act I of the main game.
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <br><br> Fuck. What about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>?! <<print _primaryTextOutput>> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> <<print _secondTextPrefix>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>><<print _secondaryTextOutput>> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <br><br> Fuck! What had I done? <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. Had I done the same thing to them now? Had that been why I had done it? Revenge? They could //never// find out. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/END.png">> <<if previous() is "HomeBase">> <<if $clubJob is "whore">> <<elseif $clubJob is "none" && $knowsBona is true>> <<elseif $clubJob is "dance">> <<elseif $clubJob is "bar">> <<else>> <</if>> <<elseif previous() is "KU006 - The Birth">> And that's the end of my story. That's how it ends. It began with conception and my birth and ends in kind of a circle. <br><br> It sounds sweet, but unfortunately it's about as bad as it can be. <br><br> We have no idea what happened to Elle. I'm sorry Mom. <br><br> And we know exactly what the man she was after did. <br><br> <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>My little one and I died without realizing what was happening.<<else>>New York was the first to suffer from his attacks. They were brutal, devastating and completely upended the world. While we survived the attacks, having a baby around made me vulnerable and in the ensuing chaos raiders did what the attacks hadn't.<</if>> <br><br> I'm sorry //everyone//. <br><br> I <<link failed>><<run UI.restart()>><</link>> you. <</if>> <br><br> And that's the end of my story. That's how it ends. I wish I could have done more. I wish I could have been everything that was needed from me...and then it wouldn't have been //this//. <br><br> But not everyone can be a winner, not everyone can be happy, not everything can be a James Bond film. Sometimes, it's more like The Spy Who Came in from the Cold. <br><br> I'm sorry Mom. <br><br> I was safe. Well, as safe as I could be in my situation, but I was near $ACTI.target and so I was as far away from his nuclear attacks on the United States as I could be. Unfortunately, the world that followed was not kind. It was brutal. The microcosm that I had experienced on my abortive spy adventures encompassed the globe. <br><br> It was a new Dark Ages. I hope we are able to recover. <br><br> I'm sorry //everyone//. <br><br> I <<link failed>><<run UI.restart()>><</link>> you. /* Good End Ideas 5th (or whatever) High School/College Reunion*/ /* Bed End Ideas if visited("HB - MindSave")>> the epic repercussions of breaking after having taken that drug */
<div id="exit-backdrop"> <br><br><br> <img src="img/Blue_Swallow_name.png"> <div style="text-align: center"><small>An American Spy Thriller</small></div> <br><br><br> </div> <h3> 🎉 You've come to the end of (<<= window.gameVersion>>)! </h3> <br><br> The Argentinian 'Au Pair' Arc is complete! We've also been covering off a number of fixes that have cropped up as people got their hands on the 0.9 Public and last supporter releases. It shows you how expansive and deep this game is that there are places in the game that people have missed until this place -- and just how hard it is to playtest it all on our end. Thank you, thank you, thank you for these reports and call-outs. With each one we get a bit closer to making sure you have a seamless experience. And the type of game that you want to enjoy. <br><br> <ul> <li>New Trait Gifs for the Pop-ups!</li> <li>New Passage Art customized to your Claire for the High School graduation scene, thanks Noice! Let him know your thoughts, this is just an example of future similar content to be added.</li> <li>65 new HD assets that cover the new breast size and many of the last elements of clothing in the game!</li> <li>A dozen new pieces of passage art</li> <li>Claire can go deeper into her tribal status with the Ovatwa.</li> <li>A half-dozen new vignettes have been added to the European Gap Year.</li> </ul> <br><br> Thank //you// for being a part of this project. Thank you for being a part of the community and guiding its development. <br><br> Thanks for playing this game and __please__ let us know your thoughts! <br><br> Also, thank you to some individuals, without whom this release wouldn't be anything close to what it is. Throw some applause to:<br> <ul> <li>Noice1bruh - Paper Doll and art assets -- do you love their art? Check out their <a href ="https://dryadquest.com/">other game too!</a></li> <li>Fictionary - Rockstar coder, fixer...making all these things //work//</li> <li>Zachari - Welcome to our new UX/UI Designer!</li> <li>LewdPirate - Assorted doll assets; Doll Coding</li> <li>Gertan - for rounding out our passage art!</li> </ul> <br><br> <div class="bs-image framed"> <div class="bs-img-wrap" title="" style="--rotation: 1.15deg; z-index: 1;"> <a href="img/exit.png" target="_blank"> <img src="img/exit.png"> </a> </div> </div> <br> <br> <h3> 🗒️ What's on track for the rest of the (0.9) release ? </h3> <ul> <li>We'll keep the current model of polling our supporters and dividing our released between some Prologue enhancements and some spy-story depth.</li> <li>The first big event for EROS agents in Act I!</li> <li>'That' Door, Friends, and Bona paths will be continued!</li> <li>Acting HSVs in high school and college being expanded and improved</li> <li>Enhancing and Expanding High School dating.</li> <li>Exhibitionist Claire's at graduation ;)</li> <li>Additional hairstyles, piercings, tattoos!!</li> <li>Piercings rendering on the doll</li> <li>Disheveled versions of clothes -- pulled-down and pulled-aside underwear, for example!</li> <li>Tan-lines? Hair versions (ever wanted highlights?)</li> <li>Additional Quick-Start Claires</li> <li>Enhancing and Expanding the 'family' aspect of the Prologue to give more character and specificity.</li> <li>MORE HD Art!</li> <li>And more!</li> </ul> <br> <br> <h3> 🗒️ What's to come in the next (0.10) release ? </h3> <ul> <li>Focus on the Main Game -- pushing forward with the content in Act I with some ancillary attention given to an HSV or two.</li> <li>Personalities! We'll implement and re-write the current content with an eye to three new 'sliding-scale' personality types for Claire: Prude/Normal/Slut</li> <li>We'll also likely be reducing the cost of a tier or two, if we can hit the number of consistent supporters that we seem to be approaching. Thank you!</li> <h3> 💃 Support us and take part in developing the game! </h3> <br> We'd appreciate your support for the continued development of Blue Swallow, which you can [[join here|https://www.patreon.com/blueswallow/membership?redirect_notice=true]]. <br><br> Joining our community also allows you to give feedback and input, which guides and improves the game -- we look forward to hearing your ideas! <br><br> We're also open to __content__ __contributors__, if you want to be a part of the game! Reach out on the Discord =) <br><br> Looking forward to continuing the adventures of our intrepid protagonist! <br><br><br> <div class="splash-links"> <a target="_blank" href="https://subscribestar.adult/blue-swallow"><img src="img/vendor/ss_support_med_01_inv.png" alt="Support us on SubscribeStar!" data-tip="Thanks for your support!"></a> <a target="_blank" href="https://www.patreon.com/BlueSwallow"><img src="img/vendor/patreon.png" alt="Support us on Patreon!" data-tip="Thanks for your support!"></a> <a target="_blank" href="https://boosty.to/blueswallow/"><img src="img/vendor/boosty.jpg" alt="Support us on Boosty!" data-tip="Thanks for your support!"></a> </div>
<<set $GY.baseBodies = $bodies.length>> <header> <h1><<type 0.125s>>Prologue<</type>></h1> <h2><<type 0.125s>>The Gap Year<</type>></h2> </header> <<timed 4s t8n>> <<image framed "passage/gy.airport.png">> /* Skill/Trait Limitations - GY/Uni Once Claire enters either of GY or Uni, the cap should increase by 1. Ex. Claire enters GY - her skill cap raises to 7; she then moves on to Uni, the skill cap raises to 8. If Claire goes to Uni but skips the GY, her skill cap would be 7 until Act I. Just like before, skill-ups over the cap would render as .xp */ <<if $statCapPassedGY == false>> <<set $statCap ++>> <<set $statCapPassedGY = true>> <</if>> The terminal was frantic: A middle-aged man with his bevvy of kids shoving by me to get to his flight; flight attendants rushing from one gate to another as their staffing was changed last minute; an insistent announcement over the PA calling for <<speech "Terminal Announcement">>"Mr. Hadrian LeGrange"<</speech>> far too frequently. He was either deaf or not here, give it up. <br><br> Everyone was rushing to get somewhere faster, //now//. Not me. I was on my gap year. The whole idea was to take my time. I didn't let their urgency rattle me. I'd get to where I was going eventually, in my own <<linkexpand "time.">> time. <br><br> I settled into my seat at the gate, taking stock of everything and just taking a deep breath. A packed flight, but what was new. The assembled flyers: an odd assortment of business travelers, while the rest seemed to be buzzing with the anticipation of an upcoming vacation. <br><br> I wondered where I fell. I certainly didn't have any business to conduct...I //was// getting away -- maybe I could consider this a vacation. A hiatus. A sabbatical. <br><br> Pulling up my texts, /* IMAGE (Needed): 18 year old selfie on a college campus */ <<print $CC.FName>> had sent me a series depicting her arrival on campus. <br><br> A few hundred emoji response felt about right. <<call $CC.FFName>>"You'll be here soon enough!"<</call>> Eh, we'll see. <br><br> <<call $CC.friend1>>"Fly safe. Be safe."<</call>> <br><br> <<call>>"Will do. You too! LYMY"<</call>> <br><br> I missed her too. I considered texting <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> and decided against it. I had one of the few empty seats beside me and it just reinforced the loneliness of the <<linkexpand "moment.">> moment. <br><br> Swiping my messages away, there was a pang of regret that I was taking a year 'off'. <br><br> It felt escapist, and maybe it was. It would be my first real big trip. And alone. <br><br> But I'd have fun, I assured myself and popped earbuds in, scrolling through a playlist. <br><br> I nudged my roller bag between my knees and rested my head on the handlebar. <<if $HS.gapYear !== 2>>Waiting for boarding gave me some time to read over the introductory emails about the next year of my life and about my destination<<else>>Waiting for boarding gave me time to continue my exhaustive research about European spots.<</if>>. Better now than never. <br><br><br> Last step was get on the damn jet plane. That was it. Then I'd be in <<if $HS.gapYear == 1>> [[Switzerland|GY002 - SwissArrival]]. <<elseif $HS.gapYear == 2>> [[Italy|GY002 - EuroArrival]]. <<elseif $HS.gapYear == 3>> [[Namibia|GY002 - AfrArrival]]. <<else>> [[Argentina|GY002 - ArgArrival]] <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</timed>>
<div id="arg"> <<set $GY.maude = 0>> <<set $GY.jerimieh = 0>> <<set $GY.kids = 0>> <<set $GY.explore = "">> <<skillChecked "Learning">> It turns out that it's exceedingly easy to be an au pair. So much for the French-importance the name implied. High School diploma<<if $HS.acceptance == 0>> (Did they even check? Maybe the GED would be in the cards...later?)<</if>>. Language skills <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 2>>(handily covered)<<elseif $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 0>>(I must have barely met the criteria)<<else>>(turns out it was more of a suggestion than requirement)<</if>>. Desire to work with kids. <br><br> What a low bar for entry. <br><br> It didn't hurt that I was a girl. I doubted any guy could really swing the 'au pair' thing. Men wanting to spend time with kids always rang...hollow? Weird? <br><br> But, all the same, I filled out an application; quickly received offers; did some interviews, and met a pair of American ex-pats on extended business in Argentina. <br><br> A wealthy couple //and// American. All the perks of home, none of the stress that austensibly came with the position. Do a little babysitting, a little housekeeping, get some pocket money. <br><br> Most of all, it just sounded like the best possible way to get away. <br><br> Needless to say, I jumped on that plane to the Southern Hemisphere with hardly a <<link "second thought">><<replace "#arg">> <<if $PG.oops == true>> <<face hurt1>> Plan B, life saver and a bitch and a half. <br><br> The cramping on the plane was awful and I got well acquainted with the plane bathroom, but everything seemed to have settled down by the time we landed in Rome. Safe and sound, probably babyless as long as I hadn't been ovulating. <br><br> <</if>> I was fucking //exhausted//. <br><br> It's incredible to me how simply sitting, watching some movies, listening to music, reading a magazine or a book -- all could just knock you flat on your ass. I slept what I could on the flight...maybe that was my mistake. <br><br> Groggily, I pulled my roller bag down the gangway, thankful to be off the <<linkexpand "plane.">> plane. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Buenas Aires city skyline */ At first, I thought I was confused and groggy. I literally stopped short in the middle of the terminal when I realized that, no, //everyone// seemed to be wearing some sort of heavy coat, beanies...and then it struck me: I had left at the tail end of Summer. It had been hot. High humidity. //Gross//. And I had dressed accordingly. <br><br> But now I was on the other side of the globe, which meant up was down and Summer meant Winter. <br><br> After the painful flight, I was not looking forward to being underdressed and assaulted by the cold. I ducked into a boutique and got myself a new <<linkexpand "outfit.">> outfit. /* Clothes (Needed): TBD Unique Outfit for Au Pair -- maybe winter wear? */ <br><br> Now properly clothed, I hustled by way to the pick-up, not wanting to make them wait any longer than I needed to. Had to make a good first impression. <br><br> Tugging the bag behind me as I raced towards my hosts, I laughed to myself. Some of that weight dragging me down was because I had been excited to hit up Argentine //playa// -- the beaches. Silly me. I definitely would not be bringing this up to the ''Hortenses''. Jerimieh and Maude. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A black car. A cheauffer holding up a sign with the name of his guest written on it (blurry, indecipherable) */ Beaming, I saw the black car that was waiting for me. A well-appointed cheauffer was standing with a sign bearing my name <<print $CC.surname>>. Such an austentatious greeting! <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Hey, that's me!"<</speechPC>> I waved, letting him take my bag to the trunk while I tossed myself into the <<link "backseat.">><<replace "#arg">> <<speech "Maude">>"Hello."<</speech>> It was like a smack across my face. I had expected the Escalade all to myself, but there was Maude, giving me the once over. I would have fallen into her lap if I had been a bit more aggressive with my car-entry. <<speechPC>>"Oh, hi. I...didn't know you'd be here. That's so kind of you."<</speechPC>> I stuttered out. <<speech "Maude">>"That wouldn't have been hospitable of us, would it."<</speech>> Her words were soft, but clipped. Before we had been talking over Zoom, now we were in person and it seemed as if she was appraising me as a potential threat. <<speechPC>>"No, no, super kind of you."<</speechPC>> I felt like an idiot. But I didn't want to offend the matriarch right from the get-go. She was in her mid-forties, had all the 'necessary' work done. Clearly a beautiful woman maintaining what she could in the typical fashion of trophy wife. Jeremiah hadn't struck me as the kind to hunt for women like this, but here she was. <<speech "Maude">>"You're welcome, then. Glad to have you here, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> The remainder of the trip to their home was light small-talk at most. She quickly excused me from the niceties with an offer of me //having// to be ''exhausted''. I was. But I also felt like it might have been a test. <br><br> My mind was in no place to decide what tack to take with Maude in that moment -- I didn't even know what //season// it was here. I accepted the excuse gladly and headed to my room as quickly as I could. I'd find my place [[tomorrow|GY003 - Mother]]. <</replace>><</link>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>>. </div>
<div id="mom"> The room -- my room -- was spare, which was in start contrast to the rest of the house. I hadn't really gotten any details from the Hortenses about why they were in Argentina, but I did know it was goernment related and they were wealthy. <br><br> Why skimp on the guest room when everywhere else had some sort of character? Maybe because it //was// mine and they didn't want to impose on my personality? Or maybe because it was how they assigned value: their family vs. 'other'. <br><br> And downstairs, in the midst of making lunch for the children was the woman who made all the decisions around the house: Maude. /* IMAGE (Needed): Cutting the crusts of a sandwich with a sharp knife. */ <<speech "Maude">>"You'll be doing this starting tomorrow."<</speech>> Her eyes hadn't lifted from the meticulously removed crusts, yet knew full-well of my approach. <<speechPC>>"Of course, and do you want me to take them to school as well--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Maude">>"The driver will take them. <<print $CC.name>>. Do you have something to take notes? I need to get through all of this today."<</speech>> She was wrapping the sandwiches in cellophane. Her gaze still hadn't met me. <br><br> Line in the sand time, I guess. <br><br> <<crossroads #mom>> <<path>> I was here to be a servant. I could serve. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set $GY.maude = 2>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, sorry. I'll go--"<</speechPC>> And darted off to go get a notepad and paper. <br><br> I was //not// going to try and stand against her. What was the use of that anyway? I didn't have designs to 'take over the family' or anything. <br><br> She was ''quite'' pleased with me taking my position seriously. She made eye contact with me now. Now, when she was giving me the once-over it was from a position of power as if she was considering something she owned. <br><br> She didn't own me. It was only a year. Not even. <br><br> She could think what she wants. Making ripples would only possibly make things worse for me. I could play the part, do what I had agreed to do, and...that was it. No skin off my back. <br><br> Maude and I got along <<link "well">><<replace "#mom">> Within a week, we had established a 'wine date' despite my age <<speech "Maude">>"Drinking laws in the US are //idiotic//. Think of all the things the country can and //will// ask of you before you're 21."<</speech>> <br><br> She'd be back from pilates, chestnut hair up in a messy bun as she poured the calories she just burned into a pair of glasses. The kids were still at school for a couple hours. Me bending the knee meant I got this added little break. She wasn't deigning to order me around. <br><br> Little afternoon buzzes, right before caretaking. Not sure it was the smartest thing to do, but it was fun. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"So why are you guys even here."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Maude">>"Can't say, have to kill you or whatever."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But it's //Argentina//."<</speechPC>> <br><br> A raised eyebrow. Pointed. <<speech "Maude">>"Is it //just// Argentina?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Diplomat?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She waggled the eyebrow. Even white wine wouldn't make her reveal anything. Ugh. <<speechPC>>"Fine. Do you at least enjoy it here? Is this the best posting you've had?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Maude">>"It's fine. And it serves the purposes."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So...you and..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Maude">>"Mhmmm. I knew that question was coming."<</speech>> The azure in her eyes flashed, proud. She knew that she was the catch. How did he catch? <<speech "Maude">>"I have an eye for the important ones. No matter how he might look, [[Jerimieh|GY004 - Father]] is one of the important ones."<</speech>> <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> Doing the job and being a slave weren't the same thing. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<set $GY.maude = 1>> <<speechPC>>"Uh. I think I can remember."<</speechPC>> She hmm'd in response, but didn't argue with me. It would be another test, of that I was sure. Would I remember everything? <br><br> It's wasn't direct defiance. I was still going to do my job, but I was making it clear that I couldn't be treated like the 'help'. <br><br> I wasn't fighting her position, but I wouldn't have her defining me and mine. <br><br> There was still judgment in our interactions, which were cool at best, but as long as I was playing my part she didn't have anything to say. <br><br> I filled the purpose that she needed, which was to give her time and do all the things she didn't want to do. And on the //cheap//. <br><br> So in that way, Maude and I got along. We had a little <<link "detante">><<replace "#mom">> We never got to be friends, but after a couple months, she was willing to drop the walls a bit. <<speech "Maude">>"You remind me of me."<</speech>> She was in the midst of something on television. I had been walking by on my way to pay the cleaners. <br><br> We were having a conversation? I stifled a laugh, <<speechPC>>"Oh? You were an au pair too?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Maude">>"Bursting with possibility. Far more purpose than you might believe."<</speech>> She hadn't stifled her laugh. <<speechPC>>"Thank...you? But if you knew you had yours--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Maude">>"Not at your age. Just a hint. Anyway, go about whatever you were doing. It's just a bit of advice. Believe in yourself."<</speech>> <br><br> Oh, don't worry Maude. I did. That's why I didn't kow-tow to you. <br><br> Eh, no matter. Didn't have to worry about her and definitely didn't have to worry about [[Jerimieh|GY004 - Father]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> Fuck Maude. I didn't deserve to be treated like that. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Disicpline -->> <<Stats Social -->> <<set $GY.maude = 0>> <<speechPC>>"Oh. If there are things you need me to do, just..."<</speechPC>> My hand flicked dismissively, <<speechPC>>"Gimme a task list or laundry list or something."<</speechPC>> <br><br> The knife came down hard, completing removal of the final crust. The gaze she hadn't been given me was now mine. And it was //hard//. <<speech "Maude">>"They did not vet you for manners, did they."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"They vetted my capabilities. And so did //you//."<</speechPC>> Oh. It was ''on''. <br><br> The flat side of the blade struck against the marble, but she hadn't released the handle, <<speech "Maude">>"We can send you home."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Do it. I deserve to be talked to with respect if I am entrusted with the care of //your// children."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I could see her knuckles whitening, <<speech "Maude">>"This was a mistake."<</speech>> <br><br> I shrugged, turned and walked away. If there //were// things I needed to know about the job, I'd pick them up on the way. I steeled myself against what was coming, didn't bother to unpack just yet. I knew that my future here rested on the edge of a <<link "knife">><<replace "#mom">> But nothing changed. Well, except that she never spoke to me. <br><br> I got the sense that there was a heated discussion between her and her husband, and despite my read on their relationship, either he had more backbone than he let on or it wasn't as easy to send me home as she made it out to be. <br><br> So, eventually, I //did// unpack. I got about being an au pair, but the way I wanted it to be. I was a smart, strong woman who was here to rear these kids and take care of them. Something that she seemed incapable or unwilling to do. Her own loss. <br><br> Communication with her was through intermediaries. Or maybe there was none from then on out. She was barely a whisper in my life: a shutting door or a sashaying disappearing form around the corner. Post-its with reminders, words from other people who worked around the house. Maybe they came from her, or maybe they came from the only person who would speak directly to me: [[Jerimieh|GY004 - Father]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="dad"> It was a while before I had any real interaction with Mr. Hortenses. He didn't grace the dinner table often. If he was //that// busy, it made sense that they had the need for childcare. I felt bad for them, being ignored and handed off in that way. <br><br> I felt bad for them until, finally, one night I ran into him on his way in after a long day. <br><br> <<speech "Jerimieh">>"Oh."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> An awkward laugh shared between us. <<speech "Jeremieh">>"I...apologize. I should have introduced myself earlier."<</speech>> Rather than step towards me and offer his hand, he stepped back, ensuring the door was closed behind him. <<speechPC>>"No. It's fine. I'm sorry that I hadn't waited this long too. It's a pleasure being here, I wanted to thank you."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He waved that off and rubbed the nape of his neck, <<speech "Jerimieh">>"No, no. Maude insisted. I'm glad that we can make it comfortable for you at the very least."<</speech>> <br><br> I shifted awkwardly forward and then back, unsure of how to continue. A handshake right now didn't seem right. Nothing really did. <<speechPC>>"Was about to introduce myself but..."<</speechPC>> He laughed, <<speechPC>>"Very comfortable. Thank you"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Jerimieh">>"Good, good. Well. Good night, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> He walked past me, heading upstairs. I didn't know if I'd see him again at this rate. But if I did, I couldn't be a confused, fumbling girl. <br><br> <<crossroads #dad>> <<path>> Jerimieh didn't outwardly act like a 'boss,' but that didn't mean I couldn't prioritize him. <<contents>> <<set $GY.jerimieh = 1>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> He never asked for anything, but I intuited his patterns and likes to figure out what I //could// do for him. <br><br> Mail ready on his desk. The chamomile tea he preferred waiting for him in the morning, piping hot, so he could head straight out of the house. <br><br> Did it please him? Annoy him. That was very hard to <<link "tell">><<replace "#dad">> His phone had been ringing. Unusually, it wasn't on him. <br><br> I scooped it up from the entryway side table and hustled over to him in his office. <<speechPC>>"Someone for you, Jerimieh."<</speechPC>> Startling him from his concentration, he seemed at first confused by his own mobile -- like he'd never seen the thing before in his life. Then he took it and silenced the call. With a sigh, his fingers spread out over the faceplate. <<speech "Jerimieh">>"Can...you--thank you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> And another sigh. <<speechPC>>"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you."<</speechPC>> He shook his head, pumping a hand towards me to forstall anything else, <<speech "Jerimieh">>"No, no. It...makes me uncomfortable. You're here for Damien and Brooke. And Maude."<</speech>> A tight smile. <<speechPC>>"No need to feel uncomfortable. It's no big deal. I'm glad to."<</speechPC>> He turned inward. I'm not sure if he decided my offer was good enough or that he wasn't about to argue. <<speech "Jerimieh">>"Thank you."<</speech>> And turned back to his monitor. <br><br> At least Damien and Brooke were easier to [[grok|GY005 - Duties]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> Jerimieh seemed laissez-faire. I could just be me. <<contents>> <<set $GY.jerimieh = 0>> <<Stats Perception ++>> He wasn't around and when we did interact, he always gave me a smile despite the fact that I'd not done anything expressly for him. Just his kids and his wife. <br><br> He didn't mind seeing me reclining on the sofa or scrolling on my phone. Or taking time out for myself. There was never a reprimand from him. <br><br> And he never tried anything with <<link "me">><<replace "#dad">> <<outfit naked>> The showers in the Hortenses home were //incredible//. My skin never felt dry aftewards and the water never got cool. I could stand in there for hours, checking myself out through the floor-to-ceiling glass and the bathroom mirror, or just zone out. <br><br> I was in the midst of doing one or both of those when he walked in. <br><br> Neither of us noticed at first, maybe both a little too in our own heads. <<speechPC>>"Oh shit."<</speechPC>> I grasped for the lever. As if turning off the water would provide me any sort of cover. He was between me and the towel anyway, but you can't explain what your brain does sometimes. <br><br> He spun. Coughed. <<speech "Jerimieh">>"Oh, my god. I'm--"<</speech>> He shielded his eyes. Far too late, but he was making the effort and trying to not crash into the door and wall while backing up and out of my bathroom. Why he didn't turn around, who knows, but you can't explain what your brain does sometimes. <br><br> I laughed. There was nothing else I could do. He had already seen everything and I just had to wait. <br><br> Then he was gone. I didn't see him the rest of the week. I could almost feel his embarassment. I have no idea why he didn't notice the sound of the shower or why he was in my bathroom anyway. I never asked. He never brought it up. <br><br> That was the most explicit thing that happened in the household and it was a complete mistake. Hell, his [[kids|GY004 - Duties]] would run in on me in the shower all of the time and make fun of me in my nakedness. It was a game for them. <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> Jerimieh intrigued me. I wanted to //pursue// him. <<contents>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Older Men")>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> I mean. He was an older man. And there was the whole mythos around the babysitter thing. How could you //blame// me?! <<else>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Wiles ++>> The thought of him and the whole situation still sends chills up my spine. It was like nothing I had ever done before in my life. And why? Got me. There's the whole babysitter kink, but I never had a thing for older men and still don't. Not expressly. And infidelity? <br><br> Jesus. What did I //do//? <</if>> <br><br> <<set $GY.jerimieh = 2>> It all started with surreptitious smiles and flashes of my eyes. It was like being a schoolgirl all over again. <br><br> I'd find excuses to be alone with him or just happen to be where I knew he'd be. I was massaging my daily routine around his. <br><br> And when I'd give little flirtations -- maybe touch the back of his wrist for a bit too long -- when Maude was right there? ''Exhilarating''. <br><br> Then there was the fateful day in the <<link "shower">><<replace "#dad">> <<outfit naked>> The showers in the Hortenses home were //incredible//. My skin never felt dry aftewards and the water never got cool. I could stand in there for hours, checking myself out through the floor-to-ceiling glass and the bathroom mirror, or just zone out. <br><br> I was in the midst of doing one or both of those when he walked in. <br><br> Neither of us noticed at first, maybe both a little too in our own heads. <<speechPC>>"Oh shit."<</speechPC>> I turned to face him directly. I showed him everything. He was between me and my towel anway. Maybe this was my opportunity. This //had// to be my opportunity. <br><br> He spun. Coughed. <<speech "Jerimieh">>"Oh, my god. I'm--"<</speech>> He shielded his eyes. Far too late, but he was making the effort and trying to not crash into the door and wall while backing up and out of my bathroom. Why he didn't turn around, who knows, but you can't explain what your brain does sometimes. <<speechPC>>"Jer."<</speechPC>> Simple. Soft. Inviting. A pet name I'd established for him. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte 6>> The hands dropped. <br><br> He really took me in. <br><br> A younger model than Maude. Maybe she had been right to worry about me. And here I was, in the flesh...and what made it all the better? My time here was tantalizingly short. A tryst and then I'd be back across to the other side of the globe. <<speechPC>>"Come join me."<</speechPC>> I pushed the door open, water coursing down my skin, making my invitation clear. <br><br> He was frozen. <br><br> I couldn't have him reconsider...or even consider if he hadn't. My bare feet wetly padded across the marble floor towards him in a flurry of steps. I could have slipped and broken my neck -- what a end to it all //that// would have been. <br><br> I grasped his hand and pulled. His free palm caught at the door, pulling back, <<speech "Jerimieh">>"My. Clothes."<</speech>> The words struggled to come free from his lips. So I shut them up with mine. <br><br> My wet hands slid under his jacket and flicked it outside before grasping him around the waist and pulling him in with me and under the water. He gasped and giggled. I joined him in the delight. <br><br> The soaked clothing clung to his body, his slight form a hangar for the sagging button-down and slacks. There was nothing honestly outstanding about him...except //him//. It was ephemeral, or maybe just the situation. Something about his essence excited me. <br><br> I pushed him down to his knees, the boss of the household, and pressed my mound to his face firmly. <br><br> There was a muffled response, but his tongue gave me the only answer I really needed. I braced myself over him, looking down as water rushed over his face, onto his nose while he pressed into my slit, suckling and licking. <br><br> If he hadn't been good with his mouth I would have been upset at the hands that sat idly on the tile floor. Still, he was making me coo, tense and writhe while the muscles of his mouth urged me towards a climax that I had been anticipating all of those nights. Thinking about him. Thinking about this very possibility. <br><br> Before I had been charged by the eroticism of the stolen moments and my assumption he was interested. Now he had his lips against my nether and fluttering the tip of his tongue <<linkexpand "until">> <<face ahego>>until--I <<shake 3s>>CAME<</shake>>. <<speechPC>>"Jerrrr..."<</speechPC>> I whimpered, gyrating and grinding against his shaven mouth, legs threatening to give way. <br><br> So I let them. I dropped into his lap with a laugh, curling my thighs around his waist while reaching down to undo and open his soggy pants. <<speech "Jerimieh">>"<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Shhhhh."<</speechPC>> My finger shuddered while pressing to his skillfull mouth. My other hand was taking him and putting myself on him. <br><br> We both couldn't be quiet at that moment. And then he was fully inside me. Complete. <<speech "Jerimieh">>"We...need...protection."<</speech>> He spoke to me in time with my rising and falling hips. <<speechPC>>"Trust me."<</speechPC>> I could see the worry in his eyes. So I had to be truthful. I had to consider his feelings and let him just give in. <br><br> I couldn't //actively// ruin his life. <br><br> It felt too good. I needed this to continue. The way he fit inside me. The way he gave in to me. I had //seduced// him. I was ''powerful''. <br><br> Even more powerful when he <<linkexpand "came">>. I didn't lie to him. I saw him getting there and right at the last moment I tugged him free. My pussy complained, but he did not. <br><br> The shower washed away his semen almost as soon as it struck against my belly. Hiding the evidence of the infidelity. <br><br> Then we spent some more time, post-coital, under the water that never got cool. Making out slowly and passionately, me sitting in his lap but knowing it was my weight that would keep him there until I decided to move. <br><br> What had begun as little flirtations and machinated meetings turned into a careful affair during only the most safe of moments. And we used protection because he couldn't risk more. But that night was the night that started it all. <br><br> I was just glad those kids of his hadn't run in ''that'' night. They loved to disturb me in the shower and make fun of my [[nakedness|GY005 - Duties]]. Wouldn't //that// have been an unwelcome surprise. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 1>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Jerimieh M "Jerimieh, my Argentinian daddy.">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<set $GY.jerimieh = -1>> <<Stats Confident -->> Wordlessly, he was gone. <br><br> I was shocked. Dumbfounded. <br><br> That shower was a //long// one. Completely defeated. <br><br> It was just some fun. A younger, short-term model instead of Maude. But he had chosen //her//. I hadn't been interesting enough to him. It killed my ego. <br><br> I didn't see him the rest of the week. I could almost feel his embarassment, I wondered if people clocked mine. <br><br> I have no idea why he didn't notice the sound of the shower or why he was in my bathroom anyway. I never asked. He never brought it up. To him it really was an accident. I had to pretend that was the case from then on. <br><br> That was the most explicit thing that happened in the household and it was a complete mistake. Hell, his [[kids|GY004 - Duties]] would run in on me in the shower all of the time and make fun of me in my nakedness. It was a game for them. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="duties"> They were six, Brooke, and eight, Damien. Devils and angels in their own right. <br><br> Brooke took after Jerimieh: little plain Jane, quiet competence and avoidant. <br><br> Damien took after Maude: was going to be a lady-killer and had a pretense about him even in the way he moved. <<speechPC>>"Hi, I'm <<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> I bent forward, hands on my knees, coming down to their level. <<speech "Damien">>"We know."<</speech>> <<speech "Brooke">>"New Erika."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Erika?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Damien">>"Doesn't matter, Brooke. Just like Erika, she'll be gone next year."<</speech>> And with that, he tore off up the stairs. Brooke glanced up at me, tears in her eyes. Because I scared her? Because I wasn't staying around? Because I wasn't Erika? <br><br> And then she sniffled off after her brother. <br><br> And that was my introduction to them. How was I going to wrangle them? <<crossroads #duties>> <<path>> I was here for the kids. They were my charge. <<contents>> <<set $GY.kids = 2>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> It wasn't that difficult. Much of the days they were off at school. <br><br> I'd take care of the household chores, prepare their afternoon snack, and receive them when the driver returned them home. <br><br> We'd shuffle off upstairs to their rooms where we'd get the homework 'out of the way' as quickly as possible so they could go and play. At first, Damien rolled his eyes, but when we made a game out of getting to the fun...he turned things around. <br><br> Brooke on the other hand became a little hug-monster. She dearly needed the affection and once she got over the loss of Erika, it seemed like she wouldn't leave my lap. <br><br> She was a dear, in her needy way. And if Maude wasn't going to be her mother, I could fill the gap. <br><br> I was glad that they had someone here for them. And that I had made the choice to come and do [[this|GY006 - AuPair_Vignette]]. <<path>> I wasn't that interested in children. I'd do household chores, but only the //bare// essentials for the snot-nosed twerps. <<contents>> <<set $GY.kids = 1>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> Eh. If they didn't want me around, I was cool with that. I just had to maintain the appearance of everything being in its place. <br><br> That I wasn't just letting them run free-range when their parents weren't around. <br><br> I kind of felt like I was just some maid. Taking out the trash, making lunches, doing laundry...it made me consider why I had chosen doing this at all. <br><br> If I didn't //like// children, why had I made the decision to go off and be an Au Pair? Everyone else was enjoying themselves in college, or maybe doing something good in a foreign country. <br><br> Not me. <br><br> I was just cleaning up the disaster zones that the two of them would leave around the house when they were done playing. <br><br> Was the pay worth doing this at [[all|GY006 - AuPair_Vignette]]? <<path>> It's not like they'd tattle on me. I could probably get away with low-effort and just enjoy myself. <<contents>> <<set $GY.kids = 0>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> Damien was right. I would be gone in a year and if they were so used to the impermanence of their minders, then why put in the extra effort. <br><br> When Maude was around -- or any of the other household workers that I thought might be in her sway -- I was near them, deflecting their confusion at my sudden appearance. <br><br> When I was alone, I let them have the run of the house while I simply enjoyed myself. It was a nice little agreement we had without having to say it out loud. <br><br> The hardest work I had to do were the quick shuffles when someone showed up when I hadn't expected them. There were more than enough close calls that I wonder if they knew exactly what I was doing: freeloading and lazing around. <br><br> I think Damien started to like me too. Maybe he had wanted me to fight for his attention like Erika had. Weirdly enough, my distance brought him to my lap...and I hadn't wanted that at [[all|GY006 - AuPair_Vignette]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="vign"> <<if $GY.jerimieh == 2>> The highlight of everything was the wrongness of being with Jer. It also was the low-light. <br><br> He was //always// working. It was tough to not take it as a personal affront, but that was my emotions talking. I hadn't wanted to catch the feels...but why hadn't he? <br><br> So when I ''did'' get time with him, it was frantic and needy. All of my pained wanting and waiting came out in a torrid, quick outburst that left me sweaty and him empty. <br><br> <<if $GY.maude == 2>> And I think that Maude knew. I //know// that Maude knew. At least, in retrospect. At the time, I was able to fool myself that her timely disappearances to go out with friends or take an extended sun-tanning session were just lucky... <br><br> But for whatever reason, she was more than content to let me provide the 'wifely' duties for her alongside all the motherly and household duties that she also didn't want to deal with. <br><br> She never said a thing, but there was a knowing tone, looking back on it. <br><br> I can't for the life of me figure out of Jer knew that she knew. Had they discussed it? Had Erika filled this role as well? Was this part of the Hortsenses agreement? Or was it unspoken? Or did Jer think he was getting away with it too? <br><br> If she did know...that kind of undermines everything. All that secret excitement feels hollow. She was manipulating everything, even me. And I had thought that I had been the one puppetting the exciting little affair. <br><br> Still. I got [[laid|GY008 - Arg_Explorations]]. <br><br><br> Oh, and the kids? They were fine. They would always be fine. I hadn't lost my job, so they thought I was doing what I needed to do, irrespective of the two little ones. <<else>> I'm pretty sure Maude had an awareness of what was happening. It was as if she was keeping the windows of opportunity as small as she could manage. And she had //nothing// restricting her life. She could do what she wanted, when she wanted. <br><br> She had no pattern to her activities. Almost wontonly switching things up with a little wry smirk when she arrived all of a sudden or changed her mind about something she had mentioned earlier. She seemed overjoyed to change plans...and the window she had just closed had bene the //perfect// amount of time. I was ''wet'' with anticipation, planning out those stolen seconds in advance to make the most of them. <br><br> But there wouldn't be anything stolen. <br><br> Over the entire time in Argentina, there were only a scattering of times with Jer. And the lack of opportunity killed the excitement. After a few months, it was almost like a forgotten thing that had happened and nothing occurred ever again. Just a blip. <br><br> <<if $GY.jerimieh + $GY.maude + $GY.kids gte 4>> Otherwise, I did a great job. And the lifestyle really wasn't anything to be sad about. It really was a delightful experience. Even with the way that Maude could be annoying, or the kids could be a //lot//, I was taken care of. A palatial home. Spending cash. A driver who could take me anywhere I wanted, whenever I wanted... <br><br> And honestly, very low obligations. I got to lay out at the pool. I got to enjoy the city. And then there'd be a couple hours of housework and watching after the kids. <br><br> I really was just a luxury for the Hortenses...such a luxury that my 'job' was //luxurious//. <br><br> I just missed Jer. Or maybe I just missed feeling like I was in control. That I got to have //everything// I wanted and had worked for. <br><br> So I just had to be content with the part of the world that Maude allowed [[me|GY008 - Arg_Explorations]]. <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<speech "Maude">>"Look. Things aren't working out."<</speech>> She had just come in, arms laden with bags from Versacci. Her way of saying it was as if she was saying it was nice outside. <<speechPC>>"W-what?"<</speechPC>> It took me far too long to register. She was already heading upstairs, her declaration not even making a ripple in her life. <<speech "Maude">>"You heard me. The driver's waiting."<</speech>> It was //so// abrupt. So final. No discussion, no opportunity for appeal...no moment to say goodbye to the kids...or Jer. <br><br> I tried to delay things. Take too long in the bathroom freshening up after the punch to the gut. Be too methodical in my packing. But no. The driver wasn't just waiting for me, he was in my room already putting my things in my suitcases. <br><br> Before the end of the afternoon, I was back at the airport and on my way, unceremoniously back [[home|GY010 - Home]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> It really was a delightful experience. Even with the way that Maude could be annoying, or the kids could be a //lot//, I was taken care of. A palatial home. Spending cash. A driver who could take me anywhere I wanted, whenever I wanted... <br><br> And honestly, very low obligations. I got to lay out at the pool. I got to enjoy the city. And then there'd be a couple hours of housework and watching after the kids. <br><br> I really was just a luxury for the Hortenses...such a luxury that my 'job' was //luxurious//. <br><br> <<if $GY.jerimieh + $GY.maude + $GY.kids gte 4>> And I did a great job. The house was immaculate, the kids were happy and well-looked after. <br><br> All of the early concern and reservedness from Maude had lapsed into a general contentment and a focus on herself. I had earned her trust...and thereby everyone elses. <br><br> I was a good au pair. <br><br> I was more than content with the part of the world allowed [[me|GY008 - Arg_Explorations]] in the edges and between-times of my work. <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<speech "Maude">>"Look. Things aren't working out."<</speech>> She had just come in, arms laden with bags from Versacci. Her way of saying it was as if she was saying it was nice outside. <<speechPC>>"W-what?"<</speechPC>> It took me far too long to register. She was already heading upstairs, her declaration not even making a ripple in her life. I...hadn't done a good enough job. My slacking had been noticed. <<speech "Maude">>"You heard me. The driver's waiting."<</speech>> It was //so// abrupt. So final. No discussion, no opportunity for appeal...no moment to say goodbye to the kids. <br><br> I tried to delay things. Take too long in the bathroom freshening up after the punch to the gut. Be too methodical in my packing. But no. The driver wasn't just waiting for me, he was in my room already putting my things in my suitcases. <br><br> Before the end of the afternoon, I was back at the airport and on my way, unceremoniously back [[home|GY010 - Home]]. <</if>> <</if>> </div>
<div id="explore"> <<crossroads #explore>> <<path>> Check out the Clubs! <<contents>> <<set $GY.explore = "club">> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> /* Clothes (Needed): Argentinian club outfit */ Brooke knew all the best places. With her as my guide, I knew I would get to the best clubs. <br><br> Just kidding. <br><br> I had to wait until the house was quiet and the two of them were put to bed (and well asleep). The first night I went out, I was //crazy// nervous: would Jerimieh or Maude call the cops to come find their errant au pair? Would I lose my job over being a delinquent? <br><br> So I kept my head. I even avoided alcohol. It was a test-run that would establish whether this would be something I could do in my free time. Burn the candle at both ends...but at least enjoy myself a little. <br><br> It was a good choice. <br><br> Not that I actually had anything to worry about -- Maude and Jerimieh couldn't seem to care less. They seemed to agree, in spirit, that if I was taking care of my duties during the day, the nights were mine to use as I saw fit -- ''but'' slowly ramping up into full-party mode meant that I didn't risk getting lost in my new city. <br><br> That I didn't need a gaggle of friends to accompany me. <br><br> That I actually figured out where the best places were. <br><br> And didn't risk abduction or anything sinister like that. <br><br> After a week or so, I was as comfortable as if I was at home...but I was in <<linkexpand "Buenos Aires">> Buenos Aires! <<outfit club>> <<face happy>> I missed out on some of the top-tier, open-air and beach spots because of the season, but I eventually settled on my favorite spot, a chic 'little' place called Rosebar. <br><br> And I think I was really getting into the Latin-vibe of the music. <br><br> It had a sensual quality that made you move your hips. Not some two-step like all the girlies were doing back in the States. <br><br> A spicy cocktail in hand, <<print $CC.name>> was a solo clubber. <br><br> <div id="club"> <<crossroads #club>> <<path>> Until I found my Latin Lover. <<contents>> <<face drunk>> <<skillChecked "sexuality">> <<if $CC.sexuality == "straight">> /* Sex Scene in the VIP */ I was wasted. But in my dress, I felt empowered: legs for days and heels that kept my from moving too fast. Cute-shuffling my way through Rosebar. On the dancefloor, it was my arms and tits that moved -- I don't think you could actually call what I was doing 'dancing'. <br><br> He must have been staring at me for ages, like one of those lovesick boys in school, just enamored with the sheen of my hair, the sparkle of my moisturizer...oh fuck that, he wanted my body. <<speech>>"Rivaldo."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"Have you been to VIP?"<</speech>> <br><br> I hadn't. Even if it weren't for his almond eyes, I still would have accompanied him for a taste of what was beyond the velvet rope. And I was //drunk//. <br><br> The club was hot. I was probably a sweat mess from the night, but his touch was cool, grasping my hand and pulling me towards the lounge I so longed for. <<speech>>"You? Not been to VIP?"<</speech>> He was incredulous. Faux or real, I couldn't tell. The alcohol made me not care either. <br><br> He matched my shuffling little steps, probably enjoying the way the bouncer and every other man was entranced with my body's jiggles, making my way upstairs. My breasts on a shuddering show. They could enjoy the view, because they weren't for them. <br><br> The lounge was stately and screamed something from a cigar lounge where politicians and wealthy people met, more than what I had expected from a club VIP. <br><br> He flashed no card or ID. He was known there and no one batted an eye as his dolled-up doll was paraded in. <<speech>>"Your room?"<</speech>> A bouncer within beckoned with a broad, muscled arm. <br><br> Rivaldo shook his head and took me front-and-center to an arched couch that overlooked the dance floor. It sat before a few clumps of high-top tables and the exclusive bar with its neon light. <br><br> It was cozy and plush, that was all I could grasp as he pulled me ontop of him into his lap and into a <<linkexpand "deep kiss">> deep kiss. <br><br> My dress threatened what it threatened to do, pulling up my ass to reveal I hadn't been wearing any underwear...his eyes and the many men up there's eyes were drawn to the revelation immediately. <br><br> His hands held my jaw: firm and insistent. It was passionate //and// careful. Possessive and asking permission. Our mouths met and the world exploded. <br><br> My mound found his thigh and my hand found his crotch. He was ''not'' cool there. <br><br> I could smell his cologne -- something sandalwood -- and taste the breath mint he had recently eaten as we made out, grinding against each other. Our kiss breaking for moments of plaintive little cooes and pants, working each other up. <br><br> My eyes fluttered up to clock our audience, but mostly I only wanted to focus on him -- I wasn't sure about this in full-view when he had a room so close, but I was heavily inebriated and most of all: I didn't want to ruin anything. <br><br> Once we were sufficiently horned up, he broke the kiss and gave my face a playful little shove, arching his back and began to unzip and drop his pants, the skin of his cock almost almond like his eyes. <br><br> I scrambled to meet him, shuffling my own dress <<link "down">><<upper>><<panties>><<bra>><<lower>><</link>>. <br><br> The moment the flimsy thing hit the ground and I was bared for everyone, his hands grabbed my hips and yanked me over his solid shaft. My hand found it and braced the base as I inserted him as violently as we both needed it to happen. <br><br> My eyes were locked on some bald, middle-aged man behind Rivaldo as my pussy screamed in excitement and pain. <br><br> I was huffing into his ear, arms wrapped lazily around his shoulders, chin against the freshly shaved cheek. His hands grasped tight to each of my cheeks. <br><br> How I couldn't dance earlier because of my dress? I could //dance// now. We met each other's rhythm easily, my naked body shoving against his dress suit. My worry about having an audience dissipating into the lust of his girthy cock slamming up inside me roughly. It hurt, but it was a craving we both had. <br><br> And despite his insistance, despite my lack of patience, he held out. <br><br> I'd make eye contact with one of these men until I came a few moments later. A little shuddering explosion tht delivered a coo in time with the thumping EDM. Then my eyes shifted to the next. <br><br> It was like I was taking turns with all of them, but Rivaldo was inside me. My shudders becoming larger, harder. My cooes becoming whimpers and yells. <br><br> A part of my hated that I hadn't gotten even close to making a round through the VIP when Rivaldo ultimately couldn't hold off any <<linkexpand "longer">> longer. <<cumSpray mound2 pussy2 thighs2>> <<face ahego>> The lust boiling in my eyes met with one final lucky man while I ground agaisnt Rivaldo and he filled me. I think the guy practically came himself imagining simultaneously pumping his semen inside me. <br><br> It took a while before I was willing and able to get dressed and head out. One of the bouncers was kind enough to hand me some bar napkins to soak into while I recovered. <br><br> And from that night onwards, I was given access to the VIP. No questions asked. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 1>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Rivaldo M "Rivaldo, my Latin lover.">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> She was wasted. She had legs for days and wearing a dress and heels that kept her from moving too fast. She was cute shuffling her way through Rosebar. On the dancefloor, it was her arms and tits that moved -- I don't think you could call what she was doing 'dancing'. <br><br> I was wasted. I must have been staring at her for ages, like one of those lovesick boys in school, just enamored with the sheen of her hair, the sparkle in her moisturizer. <<speech>>"Maria de las Mercedes"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Like the car?"<</speechPC>> Her eyes told the story of how unimaginative that was, but I was //drunk//. <<speech>>"Don't say--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Take you for a ride?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Her almond eyes rolled. It was that moment that my failure could have made it all fall away. Instead, she grasped my hand and pulled me towards the VIP lounge. <br><br> The club was hot. I was probably a sweaty mess from the night, but her touch was cool. <<speechPC>>"Haven't been in the VIP..."<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"You are so lucky you're gorgeous."<</speech>> How was she behaving so reasonably? I could tell she was as far gone as I was. It was infuriating...and intoxicating. <br><br> I matched her shuffling little steps and entranced the eyes of the bouncer and every man between us and the way upstairs. Our breasts //two// pairs on shuddering show. They could enjoy the view, because they weren't for them. <br><br> Mine for her, hers for mine. <br><br> The lounge was stately and screamed something from a cigar lounge where politicians and wealthy people met, more than what had I expected from a club VIP. <br><br> She flashed no card or ID. She was known there and no one batted an eye as the two dolled-up dolls headed straight past the private bar and to one of the <<linkexpand "reserved rooms">> reserved rooms. <br><br> It was cozy and plush. <br><br> The dainty grip was strong. She spun me onto one of the couches unceremoniously and stopped caring about the risk to her ultra minidress: she mounted me like a horse. And the dress did what it threatened to do, pulling up her ass to reveal she hadn't been wearing any underwear...and what a gorgeous sight it was. <br><br> Her hands held my jaw: firm and insistent, but not the way of a man...the way a man //thought// he was being. It was passionate and careful. Our mouths met and the world exploded. <br><br> My mound found her knee and her mound found my thigh. She was ''not'' cool there. <br><br> I could smell her shampoo -- something sandalwood -- and taste her lip gloss as we made out, grinding against each other. Our kiss breaking for moments of plaintive little cooes and pants, working each other up. <br><br> My hands didn't know what to do: she was so impassioned, so powerful, so perfect. I didn't want to ruin anything. So they held her in the most inoffensive way, barely a touch on her narrow and long waist. <br><br> Once we were sufficiently horned up, she broke the kiss and let go of my face, arching her back and began to unzip down the dress, peeling it off her skin to reveal the rest of her gorgeous form...and her lack of bra. She was petite and gazelle-like. Her skin almost almond like her eyes. <br><br> I scrambled to meet her, shuffling my own dress <<link "down">><<upper>><<panties>><<bra>><<lower>><</link>>. <br><br> Her hands found my hips and turned me onto my back, throwing one thigh across my face, cocking her hips and guiding her honeypot directly to my mouth. <br><br> She smelled //wonderful//. <br><br> And then she was at mine. The overwhelm of Mercedes met the pleasure of her moist mouth on my swollen clit. I practically exploded there, one thigh shoving hard against the backrest of the couch. <br><br> But we weren't done. We were only beginning. <br><br> My hands that had been so careful before became cloying, grasping at her womanly hips and pulling her freshly waxed crotch to my face as if it were my source for life. I didn't want to let her go, I wanted to offer her more than she was giving me -- and from the way my legs were shaking, it was a tall task. <br><br> My lips latched to her nub, my tongue fluttered. My teeth tugged and nipped, my fingers pressed inward, searching for her bundle of nerves. <br><br> Our orgasms were like two sine waves, cresting and falling in turn. Out of sync but increasing in frequency until we came <<linkexpand "together">> together. <<face ahego>> She crashed off of me. Grasping for her body to keep her for falling was in vain. I was too weak, I was cumming too. <br><br> She laughed and the part of my brain concerned with her well-being was at rest. Instead the two of us just shuddered and giggled. Me on my back on the couch, she on the floor of the private room. Both of us naked and enjoying the length of our throbbing orgasms. <br><br> That was the only night with Maria de la Mercedes, but it was like an awakening and affirmation that what I needed was more nights at Rosebar. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 1>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Maria de las Mercedes F "Maria dl Mercedes, my Latin lover.">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <br><br> It was the perfect release. Just what I had needed on my time away from my life back [[stateside|GY008 - LMO]]. <<path>> And that let me really let loose. <<contents>> <<set $HS.addictionLv ++>> <<face drunk>> <<set $GY.maude -->> <<set $GY.explore = "clubdrugs">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Lines of cocaine */ I went abroad for a reason: to. get. away. <br><br> I wanted release. I wanted to forget. I wanted to lose myself. <br><br> I might have lost myself a //little// too much. <br><br> I might not have saved any money for all the work. It went up my nose. And down my throat. <br><br> Guys were always more than willing to help a pretty, young woman in need to get high. <br><br> I think that Maude knew. I //knew// she knew. And my irritability after a raging night meant I wasn't making nice with her. <br><br> I'm just glad that truly partying the nights away didn't get me [[fired|GY008 - LMO]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> It was winter, so hit the powder! <<contents>> <div id="ski"> <<set $GY.explore = "ski">> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> /* Clothes (Needed): Skiing outfit */ There was //nothing// close to Buenos Aires. Such was the pains of being a coastal city -- and why I had been so excited for the beaches. Beaches I'd not get to enjoy while I was here. <br><br> So I had to get creative. I had to find extended times when I wasn't needed around the house so that I could enjoy as much sport as possible despite how long the travel was to get there. <br><br> South of Mendoza, on long weekends, holidays, or just when the Hortenses were feeling generous and fine with me heading off -- that's where I ended up and got to enjoy the seasonal fun. <br><br> <<crossroads #ski>> <<path>> I really found a passion for skiing and snowboarding. It was something new, something exciting. <<contents>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> The rush of speeding down the side of a mountain. Every tree was something that could kill or maim. <br><br> Gravity was both my biggest enemy and my best friend. <br><br> I hadn't expected it to be as physically demanding as it was. Despite the cold, I was sweating. Heart pounding. <br><br> And there was always another, harder slope to try out. If I dared. <br><br> I wished I could have more of these little events. Getting away from my get away. But no matter how much I maximized my time near Mendoza, the stints were too short and I was always turning around and heading the long way [[back|GY008 - LMO]]. <<path>> Skiing and whatnot was fun, but really I just enjoyed the excitement //around// the sport. <<contents>> I wasn't the only one who was more present at the lodge than I was out on the snow. <br><br> Iago was a kindred spirit. <br><br> We connected first over finding each other's accents as cute. Both of us denying that we had an accent at all. <br><br> That led to drinks and dinner and a fun idea to make S'mores in one of the nightly fires outside the lodge. <br><br> He had a fun, playful energy and a deep olive complexion to die for. I said yes to all of his ideas, even though I knew our time together was tenuous at best, and short at most. <br><br> I wasn't surprised when we didn't actually get around to the S'mores. Of the normal <<linkexpand "kind.">> kind. <br><br> Sporting a buzz on a day that I hadn't actually participated in any sport, we headed out to the roaring fire, circled by large wooden reclining chairs. The heat of the bonfire fought against the cold of the mountain air. <br><br> We settled into one of them together. Not too small for us, but not really designed for two. <br><br> A few others had been there when we arrived, chocolate, crackers, and marshmellows in hand -- acquired from the lodge canteen. <br><br> They all had disappeared soon after we dove right into a makeout sesh that left little to wonder what was coming <<linkexpand "next">> next. <br><br> <<lower>> My skipants that had seen no skiing were off one leg to give access. I had gotten his slacks open to complete the connection. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): The shadowy form of two people facing each other, woman in the man's lap, with a blazing outdoor fire behind them */ I sat in his lap, mouths stuck together while I thumped myself down on him and he tugged me against himself urgently. <br><br> The fire to our backs, silohuetting the obvious sexual encounter just ten or so feet from the lodge's back door, we fucked and completely ignored the snack we'd brought with us. <br><br> We were each other's snacks. <br><br> Despite the heat of our bodies and the insistence of our thrusts, the cold denied any ideas to remove more clothes. So the only parts of us that met were the only parts that mattered. Him inside me and me around him. The absolute minimum connection to accomplish what we needed to do. <br><br> I don't know why we weren't stopped. Maybe it was too quick, I don't know because I was too caught up in it all. Or maybe those kind of things happened at the lodge all the time. <br><br> Or maybe people were just being adults, just like we'd allow them to. <br><br> So no one bothered us while we hooked up in the early evening, nature all around us. <br><br> And no one bothered to tell me what to do <<linkexpand "afterwards">> afterwards. <<cumSpray pussy1 mound2 thighs2>> <<face ahego>> It was great, but his seed was quickly drying/freezing on my skin in the most sensitive of places. <br><br> We laughed it off in the way that short-term lovers can do. Had to do. <br><br> We also knew how visible and crazy that had been. We had to wrap things up, no matter what we were feeling. <br><br> So we put our clothes back in order and said our goodbyes. The sex the capstone to the evening and that little trip to the slopes. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 1>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Iago M "Iago, a man about the lodge I had a one-day 'relationship' with.">> I wished I could have more of these little events. Getting away from my get away and getting some, too. But no matter how much I maximized my time near Mendoza, the stints were too short and I was always turning around and heading the long way [[back|GY008 - LMO]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> I was here for the Hortenses. I'd focus on my job and save some cash. <<contents>> <<set $CC.wealth ++>> <<set $GY.explore = "family">> <<set $GY.kids ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> /* Clothes (Needed): Sexy Au Pair outfit */ I was here for a job. I was here to make money. I didn't know anyone outside of the Hortenses anyway, so I figured I'd double-down on that choice, build up my cash reserves before college, and focus on my little world. <br><br> Oh this? <br><br> I don't know if I'm embarassed or turned on, not gonna lie. <br><br> //No//. I ''never'' wore this around the house. It was more of a funny idea that I had. I was a sexy, young woman. And Julie Andrews was a beautiful woman in her own right at the time, but I did some shopping and came up with my own version of Mary Poppins. <<print $CC.name>> Poppins. <br><br> Maybe I'd wear it, roleplay or whatever, at some point. Maybe I'd just use pieces of it here or there. <br><br> I dunno. It was a flier and I enjoyed the idea. <br><br> But the Hortenses never saw it. <br><br> I wasn't galavanting around in something scandalous. I could only imagine how Maude would react to that. <br><br> Anyway. You can imagine I was wearing it. I can imagine I was wearing it, but we should move on to what actually focusing on the job <<link "meant">><<replace "#explore">> <<if $GY.jerimieh == 2>> What had started in the shower had moved to my room. It was the only place with privacy, or some semblance of it, in the house. We had agreed to the setting without any conversation. <br><br> Our time together was infrequent at best. A lot of conditions had to be right for there to be the spectre of possibility for us to get together: No Maude, Nothing going on in the house, and -- most importantly -- no kids. <br><br> There were <<linkexpand "no kids">> no kids. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Condom set on a bedside table */ <<outfit naked>> I was laying in wait, condom carefully placed on my bedside table for when he arrived. <br><br> He couldn't hold back the smile upon seeing me, but gave me a confusing shake of his head, <<speech "Jerimieh">>"No, no, get up."<</speech>> Waving me up from my splayed offering in front of him. <<speechPC>>"Okay..."<</speechPC>> Rolling onto my knees and following his sign language, off of the bed. He replaced me. His arms went over his head, the expensive wristwatch clanging against the metal of my headboard. <<speechPC>>"Oh?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded. He had a thing for not being in control it seemed. Not the usual thing for men, but it explained Maude that's for sure. <br><br> I pulled the belt from his pants, climbing up to straddle him. My unbound pussy rubbed back and forth against the front of his slacks. Maybe the housekeeper or Maude would notice my stains. <br><br> As I ground myself against him, preparing us both, I slid his leather beltstrap through the rungs of my headboard, binding both of his hands against it. He was in my control now. But because it was what he wanted, it kind of felt a little lackluster? Undermining the whole thing. <br><br> Still, the power of watching his eyes on me while I unrestrained his cock, then bound //it// in the sleeve of the condom, was still exciting. The need he had for me and no ability to do anything about it. The natural impulses restrained by the tight cinch on either hand. /* IMAGE (Needed): A man's hands, bound by a belt to a headboard */ <br><br> I took him within me. I arched my back in time with the filling sensation of his member inside me. My hands clasped my ankles and I began to ride, slow and firm. Ensuring that my <<if $Body.tits == "tiny" || $Body.tits == "small">>tits bounced all that their small size allowed for<<else>>fuller chest swayed, jiggled and bounced for his delight<</if>>...and ensuring the arch of his cock pressed right against the 'upper' wall inside me. <br><br> Soon, I was in the throws of using him. Trying to reach my peak while keeping him at bay. I felt the hardness swelling inside me, hotter as he got close. And either I was cumming before him: thighs pressing against his sides as they squeezes spasmodically, or I stopped, fully hilted and waited for him to draw back. <br><br> Now came the time when the dynamic bore fruit: I could see how much he wanted to cum. How much my body was insisting he release. But he couldn't unless I let him. <br><br> I wasn't about to let him. Yet. <br><br> It got more and more difficult as I fucked myself off again and again, my legs weaker and weaker. My resolve leaving my horny mind. My breath ragged, my skin slick with sweat. I could feel my heat radiating off my body and between my legs. <br><br> But no. I wanted to cum again. Watch him yearn for it. I wanted to cum again. Watch him in pain. I wanted to cum again. <br><br> I don't know how long I fucked him. I don't know how many times I came. All I //do// know is that we both heard the door downstairs <<linkexpand "slam">> slam. <<face ahego>> I hunched forward and quickly pounded my hips down against him. I think he was cumming almost instantly, but I continued until I got one last one for myself. <br><br> His eyes were pleading now, as my final orgasm ebbed from me. 'Untie me!' was the clear message. <br><br> My body tried. I was too weak. We were going to get <<linkexpand "caught">> caught. <<face worried>> <br><br> Somehow, we weren't. He was freed and out of my room, right to a shower to hide the overheated, overwork of his body. <br><br> I just shut my door to fall into a deep sleep. I think I had to mind the kids this afternoon, but I was exhausted. <br><br> Maybe I was 'focusing' on the job as an excuse to have as much opportunity with Jer as I could manage. But can you blame me? What else was there to do when that was so [[exciting|GY008 - LMO]]? <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Honestly, it was more of the same. Childcare, household duties. <br><br> I got to know Brooke and Damien a bit better and they got to know me better, too. At a certain point, they became enamored with stories about the States. Like it was some fantasy country they'd only heard about. That they'd never see. <br><br> But they'd see the U.S. again, right? It didn't seem like this was some permanent position, exile of any kind... <br><br> Until I happened upon things maybe I shouldn't have seen. <br><br> Such is the risk of giving someone the run of the house that's essentially empty. <br><br> I was cleaning up in Jerimieh's office and came across some <<linkexpand "documents">> documents. <br><br> I didn't recognize any of the agency names. No NSA. No CIA. Not even FBI or something like CDC. <br><br> I also kind of freaked out that there was something sitting in front of me that I //knew// I shouldn't be seeing. So a part of me felt like I had to move quick. <br><br> Look, but don't look. <br><br> Make sure no one knew I had seen it. Nothing disturbed. But maybe nothing left out because that would give me away. <br><br> Anxiety hit an all-time high. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Government classified documents on a desk */ But what //was// obvious is that Jerimieh's 'biz' in Argentina was a front, or a cover, or whatever. He was here on behalf of the United States government. <br><br> Pacific theatre. <br><br> Relationship between South American governments and island nations. Taiwan. China. Japan. <br><br> Had I run away from the whole spy world just to randomly find myself amongst spies. Did I seek them out? Did Nate have something to do with this? <br><br> Did Jerimieh know my Mom? <br><br> I freaked out. <br><br> Not gonna lie. I was losing my shit. Battling curiosity and a shock to my system that felt imperitive that I //know// -- but also wanting to just swat it all away. Forget it all, not to only preserve my job, but to preserve my sanity. <br><br> But I had seen it. <br><br> I never mentioned anything, but I had a different perspective oh the Hortenses from that time onwards. <br><br> I also made sure to //never// poke around his office [[any more|GY008 - LMO]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<restoreLook>> <div id="outro"> From the day that I had arrived, I had a hard and set timetable for being here. A finite amount of time with the Hortenses and their children. A finite time until I //had// to go back to America and the life I had left behind. <br><br> Every passing moment, it came closer. And before I knew it, it was here. Time to go home. <br><br> <<if $GY.explore == "family">> At first, it had felt like a self-defeating prophesy. Why even be here? A bait-and-switch for these poor kids. Like Erika before me and someone after me, just a revolving door of people who were temporary in their life. <br><br> Why should I put any effort in? Keep my distance, just do what was required of me. Rote, rote, rote. <br><br> And still, each morning I was one step closer to leaving, and one day deeper into my attachment to them. <br><br> It was a bait-and-switch for me as well. You couldn't actively do this job without caring. You couldn't live every moment in someone's home without it becoming your home too. <br><br> Now that it was time, I didn't want it to end. But it had to. <<elseif $GY.explore == "club">> All of this had been an excuse to escape. So I had //escaped//. The country. My life. Friends, romantic relationships...fuck, even my future. I had flung myself across the globe to ''go'' //away//. <br><br> Even away, I drowned myself in fun and carefree fun. <br><br> But every day there was that calendar reminding me that the fun and escapism would end. I couldn't run away from the return. <br><br> I'd numbed myself for a year...hopefully I'd return inured enough that none of it would matter. I wouldn't care what was in front of me. <br><br> But that catch in my chest argued something different. <<else>> I caught a flight to another hemisphere. Somewhere new, uncharted...just a place on the map. <br><br> And even there, I'd spent as much time as I could, zooming down slopes, racing away. Putting as much distance and speed between where I'd been and where I was. <br><br> But just like those slopes, you just had to hit the ski lift and return to the top. <br><br> Going back home definitely felt like the peak. And seemed taller than I had remembered. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $GY.jerimieh == 2>> It also meant the end of Jer and I. Whatever it was. <br><br> Towards the end, I //craved// him. Not just a desire to eke out a one last romp. But his touch. A look from him. His mere presence. It would all be going away, forever. I wanted to bottle it up and store it inside me. <br><br> What we'd done was insane. Was trite. But we'd done it. <br><br> And I didn't feel like he did it //because// it was transitory. Because ''I'' was transitory. I just couldn't believe that. <br><br> And maybe that's why he wasn't around much at the end. It made my cravings for him worse. But maybe he was trying to give me space, to give me a soft landing, an easier time leaving...or maybe that was what he was doing for himself. <<else>> I'd found such a wonderful groove with the Hortenses. It was the normalcy that I'd never had growing up. Well, whatever Jerimieh was doing was about as secretive as my Mom's...whatever. But still, I was going to miss my faux-fam. <br><br> I wondered if they'd miss me as much. <</if>> <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A family waving goodbye from the front steps of a palatial mansion */ <<if $GY.jerimieh + $GY.maude + $GY.kids gte 4>> I could see the look in the kids eyes. I think even Maude was pained by my leaving. <br><br> Were there ever au pairs who were 'kept' longer than the assumed year? If that was a hard-and-fast rule, who would come and enforce it? What would happen if it was broken? <br><br> What was the harm? <br><br> It tugged at my heartstrings remembering the way Brooke and Damien -- bigger, smarter, almost completely different humans from the ones I'd met -- had pined for Erika when I first showed up. And I knew they'd have the same sense of loss when I left. <br><br> I was their new Erika. <br><br> A part of me hoped their next au pair was going to fall short. That I'd be the beloved one. The one they remembered when they were adults. <<else>> The Hortenses household became more wooden and reserved as the final days approached. Typical duties weren't necessary now. Maude would handle it. <br><br> She never handled anything. <br><br> They were getting ready for the time between au pairs. Maybe they'd already begun searching for their next one, even decided on one. <br><br> I had a feeling they wouldn't miss me. Miss the help maybe, but someone else could fill that role. <</if>> <br><br> That final morning there was a perfunctory goodbye, everyone was actually present to see me off. <br><br> I waved back to them and climbed into the car with Felix, heading back to the airport. [[Back home|GY010 - Home]]. </div>
<<outfit backpacker>> <<if $PG.oops == true>> <<face hurt1>> Plan B, life saver and a bitch and a half. <br><br> The cramping on the plane was awful and I got well acquainted with the plane bathroom, but everything seemed to have settled down by the time we landed in Rome. Safe and sound, probably babyless as long as I hadn't been ovulating. <br><br> <</if>> I was fucking //exhausted//. <br><br> It's incredible to me how simply sitting, watching some movies, listening to music, reading a magazine or a book -- all could just knock you flat on your ass. I slept what I could on the flight...maybe that was my mistake. <br><br> Groggily, I pulled my roller bag down the gangway, thankful to be off the <<linkexpand "plane.">> plane. <<image framed "passage/GY002-EuroArrival.png">> Roma. <br><br> Maybe the most 'typical' destination for an American in Europe. Maybe it was my addled brain, but I began to wonder if Europeans did the reverse: backpack through America. Where did they end up? New York? Had to be New York. <br><br> There wasn't the Colosseum sitting outside the windows of the gate or anything -- it felt like any other airport, but were they going to put a terminal in the heart of an ancient city? Nope. <br><br> Ugh, the line at immigration was. So. Long. Throngs, literal throngs. <br><br> I didn't want to deal with them, but what choice did I have? <br><br> This wouldn't be the least pleasant thing I'd need to endure if I was going to spend nearly a year abroad with only the things I could carry on my <<linkexpand "back.">> back. <br><br> The line was stop-start. People bumped into my bag. Sure it was ungainly and practically another person strapped to me, but come on, I didn't have rear-view mirrors to see //them//. <br><br> There were so many goddamn people. A cacophony of languages: hard to parse anything, even the scant English I did catch. Earbuds in or not, I felt overwhelmed. I couldn't wait to be free from this process and eager to be essentially freewheeling for months from here on out. <br><br><br> ''Another'' shove as someone bumped into my backpack from behind. I stumbled forward. <br><br> That was it. <br><br> That was the last straw. I was //not// going to get shoved around like this anymore. I spun around, ready to spew forth every curse in every language I <<linkexpand "knew...">> knew. <br><br> And stopped short. <<speech>>"Shit, I'm really sorry. I wasn't paying attention."<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> was gritting <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> teeth, eyes wide. Accent on the English was as American as it got. And <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> had a backpack on <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> back as well -- seemed like their bag was what had hit my bag. <<speechPC>>"You backpacking too, huh?"<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"It that obvious?"<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> hefted the bag and glanced over <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> shoulder performatively. <<speech "Jordan">>"Jordan."<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> stuck out <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> hand. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> Our two packs in this kind of a line were not going to work side-by-side, so we moved forward together but really just staggered. I had to keep looking back when we spoke. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> was from a small town in Texas and wanted to see the world. And cute. Silvery, gray eyes and auburn hair undercut on both sides with the remaining on the top of <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> held in a top-knot. <br><br> Older (than me), done with college, but not ready to jump into life-life. Our stories were different, but essentially the same. It was the comfort of home without being too familiar. It was an immediate bond that neither of us could fight. <br><br> The rest of the line went by miraculously quickly and I barely remember getting my passport stamped. And now, with a friend, we could split a cab into the city proper. <<speechPC>>"Hostel, yeah?"<</speechPC>> I looked for confirmation that I wasn't unnecessarily living frugally. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, <<speech "Jordan">>"Don't have one yet, to be honest,"<</speech>> stretching <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> back now that our packs were in the trunk. Yeah, it definitely felt nice to have ditched that for the time being. <<speechPC>>"Well, I'm sure mine isn't booked up."<</speechPC>> And it wasn't. Wasn't truly a hostel either, but //was// on the cheap end, which was good enough for me. <br><br> We walked up to the quaint little building and were greeted by a cute old woman who insisted on us calling her 'Nonna'. Granny walked us up the stairs to where we'd be housed, a quadruple room -- a bed for each of us and two open ones for other travelers -- the shared bathroom down the hall, and showed us where we'd have breakfast in the morning. <br><br><br> Jordan seemed more than pleased. I was glad to have a ready-made [[friend|GY003 - Bearings]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/GY003-Bearings.png">> <div id="bearings0"> <<speech "Jordan">>"So, Rome your only stopover?"<</speech>> Jordan startled me slightly upon <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> re-entry to the room. I'd need to get used to that, if I'd be sharing housing accommodations so intimately. A towel tied around <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> waist, wet length of hair draped to one side of <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> head revealing how long it was when not tied up. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> was a total skinny<<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>boi<<else>>chick<</if>>, a tuft of hair between where <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> pecs would have been. I wondered whether <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>>'d ever seen the inside of a gym. <<speechPC>>"Oh, well, I was planning on..."<</speechPC>> I shrugged, looking away from <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> and focusing back on my packing. Shouldn't gawk. I wouldn't like it...won't like it. <div id="bearings"> <<crossroads #bearings>> <<path>> "...seeing all the major sights." <<contents #bearings>> <<set $GY.location = 1>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<speech "Jordan">>"Yeah, that sounds like a great plan."<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, fingers sliding through <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> hair, bending at the waist as <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> tugged through them and shook <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> head, drying off like a dog. Huh. Weird response. I wondered whether <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> was making plans based on mine. Or that ours lined up? Or maybe I was just reading too much into what <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> said. No way to really tell, yet. <<speech "Jordan">>"Thanks again for letting me bunk up with you. I guess I really shoulda done a bit more planning before just jumping on a plane."<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> laughed, swinging <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> head back, one hand precariously holding the knot of <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel while <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> other worked the length hair into its place bundled atop <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> head. Huh. Just letting it dry up like that. Probably would still be moist in time for the next shower. Mildew? <<speech "Jordan">>"Hell, I barely brought enough cash with me. I was planning on seeing what odds and ends jobs I might be able to pick up. Maybe bug Nonna for a gig or two?"<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> tone invited me to divulge my Eurotrip financial plans. <<include "GY003 - Bearings2">> <<path>> "...just going where the wind takes me." <<contents>> <<set $GY.location = 2>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<speech "Jordan">>"Yeah, that sounds like a great plan."<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, fingers sliding through <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> hair, bending at the waist as <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> tugged through them and shook <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> head, drying off like a dog. Huh. Weird response. I wondered whether <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> was making plans based on mine. Or that ours lined up? Or maybe I was just reading too much into what <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> said. No way to really tell, yet. <<speech "Jordan">>"Thanks again for letting me bunk up with you. I guess I really shoulda done a bit more planning before just jumping on a plane."<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> laughed, swinging <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> head back, one hand precariously holding the knot of <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel while <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> other worked the length hair into its place bundled atop <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> head. Huh. Just letting it dry up like that. Probably would still be moist in time for the next shower. Mildew? <<speech "Jordan">>"Hell, I barely brought enough cash with me. I was planning on seeing what odds and ends jobs I might be able to pick up. Maybe bug Nonna for a gig or two?"<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> tone invited me to divulge my Eurotrip financial plans. <<include "GY003 - Bearings2">> <<path>> "...using this as my home base." <<contents>> <<set $GY.location = 3>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<speech "Jordan">>"Yeah, that sounds like a great plan."<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, fingers sliding through <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> hair, bending at the waist as <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> tugged through them and shook <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> head, drying off like a dog. Huh. Weird response. I wondered whether <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> was making plans based on mine. Or that ours lined up? Or maybe I was just reading too much into what <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> said. No way to really tell, yet. <<speech "Jordan">>"Thanks again for letting me bunk up with you. I guess I really shoulda done a bit more planning before just jumping on a plane."<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> laughed, swinging <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> head back, one hand precariously holding the knot of <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel while <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> other worked the length hair into its place bundled atop <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> head. Huh. Just letting it dry up like that. Probably would still be moist in time for the next shower. Mildew? <<speech "Jordan">>"Hell, I barely brought enough cash with me. I was planning on seeing what odds and ends jobs I might be able to pick up. Maybe bug Nonna for a gig or two?"<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> tone invited me to divulge my Eurotrip financial plans. <<include "GY003 - Bearings2">> <</crossroads>> </div> </div>
<div id="bearings2"> <<crossroads #bearings2>> <<path $CC.wealth gt 3 || $CC.spoiled == true>> "Not gunna lie, Jordan. I don't need to. I'm here to enjoy myself, not work." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't wealthy enough or spoiled. <<contents>> <<set $GY.job = false>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<speech "Jordan">>"Oh, sick! Good for you. Wish I had that kinda parental backing. Who's doin' the main bankrolling? Pops?"<</speech>> I felt a flush in my face, a little embarassment from taking my situation for granted. And <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> had hit the nail on the head as to where the money was coming from, but had no clue //why// that was the case. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> My mind wandered a bit, suddenly concerned with whether the money was his or some like slush fund for agents that was tied to our bank account. Was missing Mom the one paying for me gallivanting around the world? Yeah, now I felt extra bad about it. <<speech "Jordan">>"Sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sure that's like...the ''right'' way to do this. I'm just crazy. Or dumb. Or both."<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel was suddenly off. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his cock was at odds with his body. Sure, it was a lanky length like he was, but he was no Slim Jim. Just hanging there, no hint of being chubbed, his girth rivalled what most guys got to when they were fully erect.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"You. Didn't."<</speechPC>> I choked out. For a <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> not trying to make me uncomfortable, just letting <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>>self hang out within an hour of meeting me like we were <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guys<<else>>chicks<</if>> in the locker room? Either <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> __was__ trying to make me uncomfortable, didn't realize, or didn't care. <<speech "Jordan">>"Cool. Yeah. So, like...what would you say is your like...main goal for your European 'Vacation'?"<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> chuckled at <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> joke, or at me being unable to keep my eyes off <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his dick<<else>>her pussy<</if>>. Tossing the towel aside, Jordan started to unpack, just leaving <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> full self to air-dry. Yeah, total locker room behavior. <<include "GY004 - Bearings_Goals">> <<path>> "Yeah, something like that. Just hope I can keep a roof over my head!" <<contents>> <<set $GY.job = true>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<speech "Jordan">>"Yeah, didn't have much support from my parents either. Who was more pissed? Pops, I bet."<</speech>> I felt a flush in my face, <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> had hit the nail on the head as to where the money was coming from, but had no clue //why// that was the case. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah."<</speechPC>> My mind wandered a bit, suddenly concerned with whether he'd be okay while I was out gallivanting around the world? Yeah, now I felt extra bad about it. <<speech "Jordan">>"Sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm sure that's like...the ''right'' way to do this. I'm just crazy. Or dumb. Or both."<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> towel was suddenly off. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his cock was at odds with his body. Sure, it was a lanky length like he was, but he was no Slim Jim. Just hanging there, no hint of being chubbed, his girth rivalled what most guys got to when they were fully erect.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"You. Didn't."<</speechPC>> I choked out. For a <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> not trying to make me uncomfortable, just letting <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>>self hang out within an hour of meeting me like we were <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>guys<<else>>chicks<</if>> in the locker room? Either <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> __was__ trying to make me uncomfortable, didn't realize, or didn't care. <<speech "Jordan">>"Cool. Yeah. So, like...what would you say is your like...main goal for your European 'Vacation'?"<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> chuckled at <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> joke, or at me being unable to keep my eyes off <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his dick<<else>>her pussy<</if>>. Tossing the towel aside, Jordan started to unpack, just leaving <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> full self to air-dry. Yeah, total locker room behavior. <<include "GY004 - Bearings_Goals">> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/GY004-Bearings_Goals.png">> <<crossroads #bearings0>> <<path>> "Broaden my horizons? Ya know, learn and see things I might never otherwise?" <<contents>> <<set $GY.goal = 1>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<speech "Jordan">>"Kinda like a semester abroad. Sick."<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, not offering <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> own plans, and wordlessly leaving what felt like the next most important decision for me. <div id="bearings-inner"> <<crossroads #bearings-inner>> <<path>> Were we going to be platonic backpacking buddies... <<contents>> <<set $GY.Jordan = false>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"I'm gonna...go take a shower,"<</speechPC>> barely getting those words out of the tightness in my throat. <<speech "Jordan">>"Sure. Yeah. Water's great. Surprising, right?"<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> laughed, letting <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>himself<<else>>herself<</if>> shake in the places and the ways that <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> could. <br><br> I tried to leave the room as naturally as possible. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>His<<else>>Her<</if>> reaction. Was <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> expecting me to just climb right into bed with <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>>? Not that I didn't //want// to. Well, maybe I didn't want to. Or maybe I did. I'd wrestle with those thoughts eventually, but I wasn't //going// to. I pulled the plastic curtain aside, rings shuddering along an old pipe and I began to <<linkexpand "disrobe">> <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego>> disrobe. <br><br><br> I jumped a bit at the water. "Water's great"? Bullshit. That's //frigid//. My nipples erect, hell -- every hair follicle was raised. I shook my head and sighed, waiting for the water to warm up. I needed a cold shower anyway. While my decision had been the sane one, the sensible one, the considered one, my body was making a distinct argument against me. <br><br> Grunting, I rolled my hips. The water was warming. My desire to fuck had not cooled. My mind flickered right back, unbidden, to Jordan from moments before. Now I was naked like <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> was. <br><br> My hips rolled again, this time rolling right into my fingertips that had somehow found their way to between my thighs. Okay. I patted <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">>the tangle of hair that was starting to flatten and dampen against the skin beneath<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>the patch of hair that had begun to dampen as the water coursed down to meet it<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>the tuft of hair that was starting to moisten as the water occasionally coursed into it<<else>>the freshly smooth skin on the top of my mound<</if>> I give up. You aren't getting laid, but you can have the next best thing. <br><br> Fingertips led the way, practiced and ready to quench the need. Hell, I needed to relax after the flight anyway. I tried to push Jordan's image from my mind as my fingers pushed into the supple clutch inside of myself. Knuckles deep, I dug, trying to reach the thing that was calling to me. Further, faster. My other hand had found my breast, nipple now hard not from the water -- it was good water now that it was hot: not as hot as the flesh around my fingers, but hot all the same -- but hard from my arousal. <br><br> My legs quivered, up on tiptoes and the ball of the other foot as I contorted myself into something that felt the best, that let me reach, that let me release. I felt the jiggle and shake of my titflesh in my hand with each shudder and contraction of my body. <br><br> The top of my palm caressed my peeking clit, my palm rubbing and pressing down on my mound and lower stomach. I was grabbing myself between the legs as my fingers thrust and rotated. I couldn't help but nod, as if guiding myself to the promised lands. Feeling the peak nearing and retreating in pulsing waves. I held my breath. My hand clutched hard at my breast, harder on my pubic bone. My heartbeat pounded in my head, throbbed around my inserted fingers. I could feel the honeyed moisture that was clearly not the shower. That was clearly mine. <br><br> I whimpered and shuddered, biting back the noise as best I could. I tugged my fingers out of myself before I pushed myself too far. I didn't know how soundproof this was, I didn't know how loud the water was, I didn't know how loud I was about to be. The explosion of pleasurable warmth was tingling out to my limbs as I kept a good handle on my volume and began to recover, panting and spattering the tiles with water. I felt it spattering back against my face instantly. I was leaning my head against the wall. <br><br> Jerking back quickly, I nearly fell out of the shower, a tumble of ecstatic and uncontrollable body and moving too fast for how wet everything was. <br><br> I began to laugh, clutching at the edge of the tub and raising myself up. I gave a hard look to the tiles, wondering how clean they were, how many people had showered there. The grout looked clean. Turning the water off and extricating myself from a near-death little death, I hoped it was as clean as I thought. <br><br> Laughter became a contented sigh as I dried myself off, whether it was suddenly nearly dead or the need beaten back, it didn't matter. I felt //great//. <br><br><br> I rubbed the coarse towel firmly against my face just in case, and then grabbed my things and made my way back to the room. Now, with a thankfully clear [[mind|GY004 - Rome]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> ...or were we really going to start saving cash by sharing bunks from the get-go? <<contents>> <<set $GY.Jordan = true>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<include "GY003 - PART - JordanMaleSex">> <<else>> <<include "GY003 - PART - JordanFemaleSex">> <</if>> <</crossroads>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> was naked. The offer was there. Intended or not. </div> <<path>> "Just have a good time. Didn't want to jump into...more school, or life...ya know?" <<contents>> <<set $GY.goal = 2>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<speech "Jordan">>"Yeah! Exactly. Europeans definitely know how to party, right?"<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, seemed like that aligned with <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>his<<else>>her<</if>> plans pretty well, and wordlessly <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> was leaving what felt like the next most important decision for me. <div id="bearings-inner"> <<crossroads #bearings-inner>> <<path>> Were we going to be platonic backpacking buddies... <<contents>> <<set $GY.Jordan = false>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"I'm gonna...go take a shower,"<</speechPC>> barely getting those words out of the tightness in my throat. <<speech "Jordan">>"Sure. Yeah. Water's great. Surprising, right?"<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> laughed, letting <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>himself<<else>>herself<</if>> shake in the places and the ways that <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> could. <br><br> I tried to leave the room as naturally as possible. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>His<<else>>Her<</if>> reaction. Was <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> expecting me to just climb right into bed with <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>>? Not that I didn't //want// to. Well, maybe I didn't want to. Or maybe I did. I'd wrestle with those thoughts eventually, but I wasn't //going// to. I pulled the plastic curtain aside, rings shuddering along an old pipe and I began to <<linkexpand "disrobe...">> <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego>> disrobe. <br><br><br> I jumped a bit at the water. "Water's great"? Bullshit. That's //frigid//. My nipples erect, hell -- every hair follicle was raised. I shook my head and sighed, waiting for the water to warm up. I needed a cold shower anyway. While my decision had been the sane one, the sensible one, the considered one, my body was making a distinct argument against me. <br><br> Grunting, I rolled my hips. The water was warming. My desire to fuck had not cooled. My mind flickered right back, unbidden, to Jordan from moments before. Now I was naked like <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> was. <br><br> My hips rolled again, this time rolling right into my fingertips that had somehow found their way to between my thighs. Okay. I patted <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">>the tangle of hair that was starting to flatten and dampen against the skin beneath<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>the patch of hair that had begun to dampen as the water coursed down to meet it<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>the tuft of hair that was starting to moisten as the water occasionally coursed into it<<else>>the freshly smooth skin on the top of my mound<</if>> I give up. You aren't getting laid, but you can have the next best thing. <br><br> Fingertips led the way, practiced and ready to quench the need. Hell, I needed to relax after the flight anyway. I tried to push Jordan's image from my mind as my fingers pushed into the supple clutch inside of myself. Knuckles deep, I dug, trying to reach the thing that was calling to me. Further, faster. My other hand had found my breast, nipple now hard not from the water -- it was good water now that it was hot: not as hot as the flesh around my fingers, but hot all the same -- but hard from my arousal. <br><br> My legs quivered, up on tiptoes and the ball of the other foot as I contorted myself into something that felt the best, that let me reach, that let me release. I felt the jiggle and shake of my titflesh in my hand with each shudder and contraction of my body. <br><br> The top of my palm caressed my peeking clit, my palm rubbing and pressing down on my mound and lower stomach. I was grabbing myself between the legs as my fingers thrust and rotated. I couldn't help but nod, as if guiding myself to the promised lands. Feeling the peak nearing and retreating in pulsing waves. I held my breath. My hand clutched hard at my breast, harder on my pubic bone. My heartbeat pounded in my head, throbbed around my inserted fingers. I could feel the honeyed moisture that was clearly not the shower. That was clearly mine. <br><br> I whimpered and shuddered, biting back the noise as best I could. I tugged my fingers out of myself before I pushed myself too far. I didn't know how soundproof this was, I didn't know how loud the water was, I didn't know how loud I was about to be. The explosion of pleasurable warmth was tingling out to my limbs as I kept a good handle on my volume and began to recover, panting and spattering the tiles with water. I felt it spattering back against my face instantly. I was leaning my head against the wall. <br><br> Jerking back quickly, I nearly fell out of the shower, a tumble of ecstatic and uncontrollable body and moving too fast for how wet everything was. <br><br> I began to laugh, clutching at the edge of the tub and raising myself up. I gave a hard look to the tiles, wondering how clean they were, how many people had showered there. The grout looked clean. Turning the water off and extricating myself from a near-death little death, I hoped it was as clean as I thought. <br><br> Laughter became a contented sigh as I dried myself off, whether it was suddenly nearly dead or the need beaten back, it didn't matter. I felt //great//. <br><br><br> I rubbed the coarse towel firmly against my face just in case, and then grabbed my things and made my way back to the room. Now, with a thankfully clear [[mind|GY004 - Rome]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> ...or were we really going to start saving cash by sharing bunks from the get-go? <<contents>> <<set $GY.Jordan = true>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<include "GY003 - PART - JordanMaleSex">> <<else>> <<include "GY003 - PART - JordanFemaleSex">> <</if>> <</crossroads>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> was naked. The offer was there. Intended or not. </div> <<path>> "I just. Had to get away. Do anything else. Ya know? So. No plans." <<contents>> <<set $GY.goal = 3>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<speech "Jordan">>"Oh, yeah? Had too much of Texas, too."<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded, seemed to surprise <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> a bit, but <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> didn't dig. And there, wordlessly he was leaving what felt like the next most important decision for me. <div id="bearings-inner"> <<crossroads #bearings-inner>> <<path>> Were we going to be platonic backpacking buddies... <<contents>> <<set $GY.Jordan = false>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<speechPC>>"I'm gonna...go take a shower,"<</speechPC>> barely getting those words out of the tightness in my throat. <<speech "Jordan">>"Sure. Yeah. Water's great. Surprising, right?"<</speech>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> laughed, letting <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>himself<<else>>herself<</if>> shake in the places and the ways that <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> could. <br><br> I tried to leave the room as naturally as possible. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>His<<else>>Her<</if>> reaction. Was <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> expecting me to just climb right into bed with <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>>? Not that I didn't //want// to. Well, maybe I didn't want to. Or maybe I did. I'd wrestle with those thoughts eventually, but I wasn't //going// to. I pulled the plastic curtain aside, rings shuddering along an old pipe and I began to <<linkexpand "disrobe">> <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego>> disrobe. <br><br><br> I jumped a bit at the water. "Water's great"? Bullshit. That's //frigid//. My nipples erect, hell -- every hair follicle was raised. I shook my head and sighed, waiting for the water to warm up. I needed a cold shower anyway. While my decision had been the sane one, the sensible one, the considered one, my body was making a distinct argument against me. <br><br> Grunting, I rolled my hips. The water was warming. My desire to fuck had not cooled. My mind flickered right back, unbidden, to Jordan from moments before. Now I was naked like <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> was. <br><br> My hips rolled again, this time rolling right into my fingertips that had somehow found their way to between my thighs. Okay. I patted <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">>the tangle of hair that was starting to flatten and dampen against the skin beneath<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>the patch of hair that had begun to dampen as the water coursed down to meet it<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>the tuft of hair that was starting to moisten as the water occasionally coursed into it<<else>>the freshly smooth skin on the top of my mound<</if>> I give up. You aren't getting laid, but you can have the next best thing. <br><br> Fingertips led the way, practiced and ready to quench the need. Hell, I needed to relax after the flight anyway. I tried to push Jordan's image from my mind as my fingers pushed into the supple clutch inside of myself. Knuckles deep, I dug, trying to reach the thing that was calling to me. Further, faster. My other hand had found my breast, nipple now hard not from the water -- it was good water now that it was hot: not as hot as the flesh around my fingers, but hot all the same -- but hard from my arousal. <br><br> My legs quivered, up on tiptoes and the ball of the other foot as I contorted myself into something that felt the best, that let me reach, that let me release. I felt the jiggle and shake of my titflesh in my hand with each shudder and contraction of my body. <br><br> The top of my palm caressed my peeking clit, my palm rubbing and pressing down on my mound and lower stomach. I was grabbing myself between the legs as my fingers thrust and rotated. I couldn't help but nod, as if guiding myself to the promised lands. Feeling the peak nearing and retreating in pulsing waves. I held my breath. My hand clutched hard at my breast, harder on my pubic bone. My heartbeat pounded in my head, throbbed around my inserted fingers. I could feel the honeyed moisture that was clearly not the shower. That was clearly mine. <br><br> I whimpered and shuddered, biting back the noise as best I could. I tugged my fingers out of myself before I pushed myself too far. I didn't know how soundproof this was, I didn't know how loud the water was, I didn't know how loud I was about to be. The explosion of pleasurable warmth was tingling out to my limbs as I kept a good handle on my volume and began to recover, panting and spattering the tiles with water. I felt it spattering back against my face instantly. I was leaning my head against the wall. <br><br> Jerking back quickly, I nearly fell out of the shower, a tumble of ecstatic and uncontrollable body and moving too fast for how wet everything was. <br><br> I began to laugh, clutching at the edge of the tub and raising myself up. I gave a hard look to the tiles, wondering how clean they were, how many people had showered there. The grout looked clean. Turning the water off and extricating myself from a near-death little death, I hoped it was as clean as I thought. <br><br> Laughter became a contented sigh as I dried myself off, whether it was suddenly nearly dead or the need beaten back, it didn't matter. I felt //great//. <br><br><br> I rubbed the coarse towel firmly against my face just in case, and then grabbed my things and made my way back to the room. Now, with a thankfully clear [[mind|GY004 - Rome]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> ...or were we really going to start saving cash by sharing bunks from the get-go? <<contents>> <<set $GY.Jordan = true>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<include "GY003 - PART - JordanMaleSex">> <<else>> <<include "GY003 - PART - JordanFemaleSex">> <</if>> <</crossroads>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> was naked. The offer was there. Intended or not. </div> <</crossroads>>
<<speechPC>>"I'm gonna...take a shower...after,"<</speechPC>> barely getting those words out of the tightness in my throat. <<speech "Jordan">>"Sure. After..."<</speech>> He smiled, my tone...or probably my eyes betraying me. His cock had begun to lift, a single pulse away from his body and elevating in preparation. <<speechPC>>"Oh come off it, Jordan. You always just hang out naked with people you don't know?"<</speechPC>> My hand had found his cock, giving it a slow stroke as I spoke. I felt it engorging and pressing out at my fingers gaining more girth and making it difficult to get my hand fully around it. <br><br> His eyes fluttered and he moaned, immediately putty in my hands after he had been playing with me moments before, <<speech "Jordan">>"You don't. Know. That. I don't."<</speech>> He chuckled, his hands sliding down my body and beginning to <<linkexpand "undress me">> <<outfit naked>> <<face ahego>> <<dollRearView>> undress me. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"This gonna make traveling together awkward?"<</speechPC>> His hardness poked at my stomach with each stroke of my hand, feeling some of his sticky precum making where he tapped. <<speech "Jordan">>"Doesn't. Feel. Awkward. To me."<</speech>> He smiled devilishly tugging me onto his?...my?...our? bed. His hand now turning the tables on me and making me gasp and clutch and the threadbare blanket. I wondered if Nonna thought of us as together and if this would be a surprise. Would she hear us? What was Jordan rooting around for. Oh. Prepared. <br><br> I was looking down between my parted thighs, his palm flat between them, fingers curling and stroking in time with the motion of his other hand as he worked the condom over his prodigious thickness. Then he grabbed me and rolled me over onto my stomach. <br><br> A part of me hated the disconnect on a first hook-up, a part of me thankful for it to try and keep things simpler? I felt him climb over me like a large grasshopper, the largest part digging between my thighs for me. I wasn't exactly keen on going from solo to handcuffed <<linkexpand "...">> -- <<shake 3s>>ffuckkkk!<</shake>> <br><br> My feet kipped up and then smacked down against the bed hard, I felt like my mound was being shoved inside me, <<speechPC>>"W-wait. Jeeeesus, Jordan."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Jordan">>"Sorry. Yeah, a little too eager."<</speech>> I felt him rolling back and reaching in his bag again. <<speechPC>>"I'll take that as a compliment?"<</speechPC>> Trying to laugh it off, half-looking back over my shoulder and then feeling the coolness as he squirted lube between my legs and could tell he was applying to himself as well, <<speechPC>>"Super prepared. Need that a lot?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Jordan">>"Every time."<</speech>> And a hand was between my shoulder blades, holding me down. Still felt like I was being pushed into myself, but gladly had the lubrication now. Every time? Why wasn't it a habit like the condom? I grunted out, feeling my heartbeat in my eyes, flat on the mattress as slowly, but with practiced firmness he crammed that thing inside me. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> My toes curled. Simply putting it in, I was cumming. The heartbeat swelled and they went blank as I jerked underneath him, but held still -- maybe practiced -- as I rode it out. I think I heard him chuckle.<</if>> <br><br> Talk about handcuffed. As his hips met my ass and I felt him arch up, more pressure on the hand on my upper back, he grunted out deeply. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>><<speech "Jordan">>"Jeeesus, <<print $CC.name>>." I could feel his log pulsing inside me, "You're ''small''."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Every time,"<</speechPC>> my turn to surprise. <</if>> <br><br> A moment. The length of his wet hair long enough to brush and tickle at my side. I think I could feel the springs digging at me through the mattress. God, this was not going to be a comfortable time for rest. And he was thrusting. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>>I dug my chin into the bed, pressing my face against it as the first strike at my depths set me off, <<speech "Jordan">>"Atta girl."<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> The Spartan bed squeaked as I felt the skin and bones banging against me, driving his pride inside <<linkexpand "me.">> me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>>He could be proud, but god-damn if it wasn't killing me: even with a normal length, feeling his massive head pounding squarely at my cervix was torture and I honestly think part of my mound //was// pushed inside with each stroke, lube or nah. Designed in opposites him and me, I felt the barest sparks of pleasure as my pussy screamed at me.<<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy')>>He could be proud, but god-damn this was un//com//fortable. Kinda designed to fit far different people him and I, my body was in a dispute between pain and pleasure.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy') || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy') || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Good Intercourse') || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Intercourse')>> It was over ''quick''. I was too much for him. I don't think Nonna had time to confirm or deny us being together before he was bearing down on my ass and growling deeply, rolling his hips against me, <<speech "Jordan">>"Shit. Your. Fuckin'. Pussy. Gaw-damn, gurl."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Monster met his match."<</speechPC>> I laughed out as I felt him dismounting and pulling out of me, feeling nearly like he was taking inside and making it outside. I'd really need to think twice about that in the future. Looking good and feeling good aren't always the same thing, especially if I made him nut that quickly. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>>Luckily, I was a fuckin mess myself, panting and whimpering, feeling like I was melting through the box spring.<</if>> <br><br> I rolled myself off the bed, both of us huffing. He was disposing the condom, I was grabbing a towel and wobbling my way to the shower as my body tried to understand what he had done to it. <br><br><br> Welp. That was certainly one way to kick Europe off with a [[bang|GY004 - Rome]]. <<else>> I huffed as he hit against me, I couldn't think about the headboard announcing to the house what was going on...I was cumming on that thing that certainly drove home things //are// bigger in Texas. And he rode me through it, unrelenting as my cunt grabbed and clenched at him sporadically, certainly as hard for him to drive that thing into a spasming snatch as it was for me to take it. <br><br> He teeth gritted, determined, he was driving home, erratically. I don't know how long, my orgasms...one long one? Interconnected? but I don't think it was more than a typical length of a fuck, much more likely less, but he was cumming too. He bore down on my ass, growling deeply, rolling his hips as his cock filled the condom inside me. I could feel each pulse down his underside against my g-spot, my lips being swelled outward before each blast of his load. <br><br> And then he dismounted, pulling out of me, feeling nearly like he was taking inside and making it outside. I'd really need to think twice about that in the future. Looking good and feeling good aren't always the same thing, especially if I made him nut that quickly. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>>Luckily, I was a fuckin mess myself, panting and whimpering, feeling like I was melting through the box spring.<</if>> <br><br> I rolled myself off the bed, both of us huffing. He was disposing the condom, I was grabbing a towel and wobbling my way to the shower as my body tried to understand what he had done to it. <br><br><br> Welp. That was certainly one way to kick Europe off with a [[bang|GY004 - Rome]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 1>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Jordan M "Jordan, my backpacking buddy">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<speechPC>>"I'm gonna...take a shower...after,"<</speechPC>> barely getting those words out of the tightness in my throat. <<speech "Jordan">>"Sure. After..."<</speech>> She smiled, my tone...or probably my eyes betraying me. Her nipples had contracted slightly, shrinking and extending in preparation. <br><br> She smiled, taking a casual step forward and guiding my hand to her. My fingers fluttered, feeling the freshly showered skin, knowing the warmth was hers and not a relic. I searched for her slit, the curls on her mound prickling my palm as my two first digits dug in along her cleft, giving a slow stroke as I spoke. I felt her heating and wetting along my fingers, making it hard for both of us to focus. <br><br> Her eyes fluttered, she grunted, and her body shuddered, immediately putty in my hands after she had been playing with me moments before, <<speechPC>>"This going to make traveling together awkward?"<</speechPC>> I asked with a wry smile, watching her reactions, learning what worked. She chuckled, her hands sliding down my body and beginning to <<linkreplace "undress me">> <<face ahego>> <<outfit naked>> undress me. <br><br> I could feel her sweet moistness spreading on my fingers and into my palm across her mound with each stroke I made. <<speech "Jordan">>"Doesn't. Feel. Awkward. To me."<</speech>> She mmm'd softly, eyes wandering down my body as the clothes relinquished me. <<if $CC.traits.includes("Tats")>> <<speech "Jordan">>"Nice..."<</speech>> Her fingers traced the inking of my skin, pressing her body closer, nearing her body artwork to mine. Comparing? Just seeing them against each other? Getting closer to me? <<speechPC>>"Yours too."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speech "Jordan">>"So...clean."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm definitely not--"<</speechPC>> Her hand my fingertips along her tattoos. I got what she meant, <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Jordan">>"It's cute. Pure."<</speech>> <</if>> We moved onto her?...my?...our? bed. Her hand now turning the tables on me and making me gasp and clutch and the threadbare blanket. I wondered if Nonna thought of us as together and if this would be a surprise. Would she hear us? <br><br> Her hands traced up my body as she dove down between my parted thighs. A hand on each of my breasts as her tongue -- oh she had a piercing -- I arched //hard// as the cold metal randomly added firmness and pressure to the sensations of her dragging muscular <<linkexpand "tongue.">>tongue... <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> And I was off. Grabbing at the wet mane of hair on her scalp, pulling and pushing her head as the pleasure and extreme and sudden peak fought with 'more' or 'less' inside me. Her tongue slowed, but continued to lap slightly, looking up from down below before lifting slightly, <<speech "Jordan">>"That was quick."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, s-sorry."<</speechPC>> <br><br> She shook her head and tried to extricate her hair from my grip, <<speech "Jordan">>"Nothing to be sorry about -- my work is easy, then."<</speech>> <br><br> <</if>> Grabbing at the skinny, slightly rough iron headboard for purchase as my legs kicked in the air as she ate the shit out of my pussy. I was dying. <br><br> Suddenly, she was up beside me, smiling and wiping her mouth, <<speech "Jordan">>"Can't have you useless...come on."<</speech>> She was straddling my face, pressing down without asking and my nose was aflood of her scent. Her hips rolled, her thighs flexed beside my head as I returned the favor, watching her tattoos undulate close-up and personal. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Good Head')>> Not surprisingly, she was quickly squeezing my head, hearing the rush of blood inside it under the pressure. Those early moments of touching had told me all I needed to know and I was driving her over the edge and pushing further. She shuddered and was giving a broken, startled laugh as the pleasure rocked through her, <<speech "Jordan">>"Gaw-damn, girl."<</speech>> She lifted up, hand pressing down at my forehead forcing me away from her honeypot. <<speech "Jordan">>"You're fucking good at that."<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Sit back down."<</speechPC>> I ordered. She did, if quivering. <br><br> <</if>> It wasn't much longer before she was biting at the 'headboard' -- it was metal, was that advisable? -- as she stifled a peak ripping through her while I tasted her excitement and felt the pulsing heat. <br><br> She dismounted awkwardly, suddenly and breathed hard into my face as she grabbed me between the legs, her fingers digging instantly inside me and getting to work. I grabbed her back, my other hand getting a handle in her hair and we locked eyes. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> I don't know how much good I was to her. Primed as I already was, I think my fingers were moving of their own accord in reaction to the rapid-fire orgasms ripping through me. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> I think I got her off at least one more time, but primed as I already was, I wasn't much good to her as I kept cumming, my clit an easy button and clearly fun for her to find. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> We went back and forth, she well primed for more and I came easy, so my climax was fading as she grabbed at me and pulled me tight. It was like a see-saw of cumming. <<else>> She was cumming a lot quicker than I was, her body shaking against me and pulling me tight as he ministrations stopped suddenly when she came. But, I got there eventually, even if I had to use my thigh grip on her hand to hold her still as I moved my hips. <</if>> <br><br> I rolled myself off the bed, both of us huffing. She was chuckling and awkwardly pulling herself into the bed we had just used, I was grabbing a towel and wobbling my way to the shower as my body tried to understand what she had done to it. <br><br> Welp. That was certainly one way to kick Europe off with a [[bang|GY004 - Rome]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 1>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">><<vCardCheck "Jordan" M "Jordan, my backpacking buddy">><<else>> <<vCardCheck "Jordan" F "Jordan, my backpacking buddy">><</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkreplace>>
<<image framed "passage/GY004-Rome.png">> <<outfit Euro>> <div id="rome"> Rome. One of the grandest cities in the world. It was, it was again, and still is. It was such a fascinating place: the blend of old and new. How you'd be walking down a street that seemed paved during the time of Emperors, but seeing a Starbucks or chain clothing store in the buildings on either side of you? It was...anachronistic? But also a curious experience, like being constantly questioned as to what millennia I was living in. <br><br> Pantheon. Michelin-star restaurants. Trevi Fountain. Fassi Gelateria. I wondered if the city felt as vibrant and bustling then as now. Were we experiencing the hedonistic decline of our Western civilization like Rome had gone through? Who were our Gothic barbarians knocking on the gates? <br><br> It was my first city of this leap into the void. It was overwhelming and exciting and intoxicating. It was perfect. I don't know if it could have been more cliche. One moment, I was sipping espresso 'al fresco', a new outfit of Euro-chic, and feeling as Roma-ntic as I possibly could. I knew where I was, where I was going next. I felt comfortable. I had finally //become// a <<linkexpand "local.">> local. <br><br><br> And there he was, suddenly in the wrought-iron chair opposite mine. His capris showing off the dark hair and his olive skin. <<speech "Rocco">>"How are you liking your time in my city?"<</speech>> <br><br> Ouch. Outed. He had pegged me, effortlessly, as not being from here. <<speechPC>>"You //own// it? That had to be expensive."<</speechPC>> Not my best attempt at humor, but I had been enjoying such a lovely moment...and here came an Italian man being //exactly// like Italian men were made out to be. <<speech "Rocco">>"Have you heard about the Italian economy? Dire times."<</speech>> He couldn't be averted. Yet, he could tell I wasn't keen on his joke -- it was good, but not good enough. <<speech "Rocco">>"My apologies,"<</speech>> he leaned forward, hand extending out of a smart looking sports coat, <<speech "Rocco">>"Rocco."<</speech>> <br><br> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>>I shook it, "<<print $CC.name>>."<<else>>I left him hanging, "<<print $CC.name>>."<</if>> But I had to find out, <<speechPC>>"How did you know?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Unphased, he leaned forward, and with such supreme confidence, he brushed a thumb along my jawline, <<speech "Rocco">>"Bone structure,"<</speech>> he sat back, eye-fucking me but with an appraising overtone, <<speech "Rocco">>"How you sit,"<</speech>> and then he looked away as if he thought of something funny, chuckling soundlessly to himself, <<speech "Rocco">>"And...look around, <<print $CC.name>>. This is not an 'Italian' espresso spot."<</speech>> <br><br> I bristled, about to disagree. To contend with his look and his touch. I did a quick look around at the other patrons, certainly there were some tourists. Oh. Wait, was she...no. I turned, heat on my cheeks, but he was smiling kindly, his hand sliding back towards and into one of mine. <br><br> /* TODO: (Fict) Don't think we can link expand inside of speech bubble. Moved it out for now. */ <<speech "Rocco">>"Come on, let me show you my favorite spot."<</speech>> <<linkexpand "spot.">> <<include "GY004 - Rome_Rocco">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> </div>
<div id="rocco"> <br><br> <div style="margin-bottom: -2em">And count me amongst the ones who...</div> <<crossroads #rocco>> <<path>> ...could... <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <br><br> My hand slid back from his. <<speechPC>>"No, that's alright. I'd like to find my own spot. But thank you for letting me know."<</speechPC>> I gave a bite to the biscotti, standing. To his credit, his hand slid from mine as easily as he slid into it. <<speech "Rocco">>"Ciao. Enjoy my city."<</speech>> He nodded and left as well. A momentary encounter -- the most emblematic things about my entire time in <<link "Europe">><<replace "#rome" t8n>> <<if $GY.job == true>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Deception ++>> Sadly, I didn't have too much time for the city. Having to keep up with costs was exhausting. Sometimes Jordan and I would be working together -- sighting an opportunity and letting the other one in on it -- and Nonna did prove to be helpful when we were in a pinch. Whether that was doing a grocery run, or cleaning up after some of the others who came through our room, or other maintenance, she'd throw us a night or a meal as a thank you. More of us thanking her, really. <br><br> It didn't take me long to bristle, though. Not having any space to myself, this felt more like real life -- a working life of labor -- than having an adventure. Of the idea of what backpacking through foreign countries would be. It wasn't a solo, eye-opening experience of scraping by but being delighted daily. It //was// eye-opening though. <br><br> There was something I did take solace in, though: access to different people. Working, traveling, or partaking, there were moments and opportunities to have little 'single-serving' friendships, to get to know people I wouldn't have a chance to otherwise if I hadn't left. So I took full advantage. <br><br> Along the way, I found myself gravitating towards... <div id="eurofriend"> <<crossroads #eurofriend>> <<path>> ''The locals''. I liked getting to know the places through the eyes of who lived there. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "local">> <br><br> I'd strike up conversations in (broken) Italian, or English if that failed me. Whether it was sitting in a coffee shop, or trying to find a particular nook around town. Sometimes I came across the locals that knew how to prey on travelers and they made me a mark. Other times, I was greeted with the warmth because I really wanted to get to know their city, rather than be a typical tourist. And then there were those that were keen on showing me the modern life that they enjoyed: clubs and other hot spots. <br><br> I truly got the authentic experience thanks to full-blooded nationals. <br><br> Rome was a playground of sorts and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <<path>> Others ''my age'', whether they were students, backpackers -- I liked people like me. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "kids">> <br><br> I'd be in line for a work of Michelangelo, or some local pizza, and there'd be someone behind me in a similar situation: not from here and trying to feel like they ''knew'' Rome. There was the smile of seeing one's self reflected and there was an easy in-road to getting to know each other as the eternal lines shuffled along. Some were students on a semester abroad, others were backpackers roughing it through the metropolises, and then there were a couple times when someone actually ''from'' the town would come out of their bubble to talk with an American wanderer. <br><br> It was the safe experience, it was comfortable, but it was fun in that way. A young energy always around and mostly people in my kind of situation. A lot to talk about and it was cool to see other people my age and compare experiences at our young point in life. <br><br> Rome was a playground of sorts and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <<path>> ''Co-workers'', travelers...the wealthy and leisure-minded types. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "work">> <br><br> There was a comradery busting your ass for hours of the day simply to enjoy yourself for a couple at the end of it. Or go crazy during the weekends. There was an authenticity to hanging out and enjoying the city with the people who, truly, kept it running. And I was one of them. A cog in the machine that would use me while I was here and give me a little taste of what the people with money got to do day-to-day. These were //their// spots with ''their'' people. And that was me. Jordan and I fell in easily amongst the other people with raw hands, tired eyes and sore backs. <br><br> I was glad to be as young as I was. To have the reserves of energy and just go late and wake up early to grab another paycheck. I couldn't imagine being like some of them who were in the later stages of life and keeping up with us. How did they do it? I was burning at both ends and I could feel myself fraying by the end of my adventure. It was tough, but it felt character-building, to say the least. <br><br> Rome was a playground and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> I ensconced myself in everything I could. While Jordan was off doing grocery runs for Nonna or coming back scalded from working in a laundromat, I was investigating the Vatican. I got to take my time and enjoy the art, the marbles, the old architecture. And the food. I didn't need to rush and could listen to the audio guide, or take a tour with a docent. I felt a little guilty that I knew my 'companion' was literally working <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>>self to the bone to take part is just a taste of what I was 'eating'. <br><br> Mostly, I felt guilty because it felt nice to be alone. I hadn't come with anyone and, in my mind, had pictured it just being me bopping around the continent. For better or worse. I had a partner-in-crime with Jordan when I wanted (and <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> was available) and otherwise, it was how I imagined it. <br><br> An added bonus: rolling solo allowed me to make friends and connections with whomever I wanted. <br><br> Along the way, I found myself gravitating towards... <div id="eurofriend"> <<crossroads #eurofriend>> <<path>> ''The locals''. I liked getting to know the places through the eyes of who lived there. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "local">> <br><br> I'd strike up conversations in (broken) Italian, or English if that failed me. Whether it was sitting in a coffee shop, or trying to find a particular nook around town. Sometimes I came across the locals that knew how to prey on travelers and they made me a mark. Other times, I was greeted with the warmth because I really wanted to get to know their city, rather than be a typical tourist. And then there were those that were keen on showing me the modern life that they enjoyed: clubs and other hot spots. <br><br> I truly got the authentic experience thanks to full-blooded nationals. <br><br> Rome was a playground of sorts and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <<path>> Others ''my age'', whether they were students, backpackers -- I liked people like me. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "kids">> <br><br> I'd be in line for a work of Michelangelo, or some local pizza, and there'd be someone behind me in a similar situation: not from here and trying to feel like they ''knew'' Rome. There was the smile of seeing one's self reflected and there was an easy in-road to getting to know each other as the eternal lines shuffled along. Some were students on a semester abroad, others were backpackers roughing it through the metropolises, and then there were a couple times when someone actually __from__ the town would come out of their bubble to talk with an American wanderer. <br><br> It was the safe experience, it was comfortable, but it was fun in that way. A young energy always around and mostly people in my kind of situation. A lot to talk about and it was cool to see other people my age and compare experiences at our young point in life. <br><br> Rome was a playground of sorts and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <<path>> ''Tourists'', travelers...the wealthy and leisure-minded types. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "tourist">> <br><br> Having my freedom allowed me the time and availability to not simply hit up the tourist spots. I had more opportunities -- and cash didn't hurt -- to get to the ritzy areas, the posh spots, the places where the well-to-do (couldn't argue that I was one of them, really) and see how the other half vacationed. Exclusive spots, people who were used to getting their way, and a substantial barrier between the riff-raff. <br><br> It was certainly inauthentic as far as backpacking went. More like glamping, since I'd still slum it up at a hostel. It was definitely a grab bag of the better and worse end of things because I was amongst people who were used to doing whatever they wanted, going wherever they wanted, with whomever they wanted. Good or bad, there was always a story and a feeling like this story was unique, different and exclusively //mine//. <br><br> Rome was a playground and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> ...couldn't... <<contents>> <<image framed "passage/gy.coffee.png">> I smirked, matching his attitude and allowed his gentle guidance out of my seat. <<speechPC>>"Okay. Count me as curious."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Rocco">>"Bella."<</speech>> And we were off. I imagined that we looked like a proper Italian duo, me in my fit and he in his, but I also was a still unsettled by being caught out like I had been. Did I walk like an American? Was my bone structure //that// much of a give-away? I had always considered the US to be such a melting pot that there weren't truly 'American' features or type. Sure, the 'boy next door' or that kinda thing, but that in a line-up you wouldn't be able to pick us out. <br><br> We had found our way from the main drag and I started to understand that maybe I ''had'' been in a touristy spot, if this was where the real Romans went. At a doorstep and him working through a keychain, my curiosity became a little more confused, <<speechPC>>"Here?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Rocco">>"I make the best espresso."<</speech>> It was a charming smile. The key slid into the lock effortlessly. He was so. fucking. smooth. The front door open, his watch flashing as he held it open for me. The mid-morning, Italian version of a 'come back to my place for a drink'. I laughed, shook my head -- was he skipping out on work? Did Italian men work? <br><br> Well. When in Rome! <<speechPC>>"I'll be the judge of that."<</speechPC>> He nodded like 'of course.' And I was inside, moving up the narrow staircase up to his apartment. <br><br> He ground beans, talking about some interesting little places around his neighborhood. He brewed my espresso and his, asking how I liked it and teaching me all the different draws. And then I made a comment how, as nice as this tasted, I motioned at the empty dish. No biscotti. No cookie. He just smiled and unzipped his pants. <br><br> Coffee taste in my mouth short-circuited my brain a bit due to the darkness of his skin. His cock still tasted like cock. <br><br> He put our dishware aside casually, removing his jacket as my head bobbed in his lap. His smoothness continued, working his slacks down and then moving me with my legs aloft and he took his turn enjoying what came with his coffee. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>>I came with his coffee. His fluttering tongue, warmed by the espresso shot, shot me to the moon.<<else>>His fluttering tongue, warmed by the espresso shot, warmed me quickly.<</if>> <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "Our clothes came off rapidly...">> <<outfit naked>> <<image framed "passage/gy.bedroom.png">> <<face ahego>> Our clothes came off rapidly. I was now as keen as he was. He slipped on a condom wordlessly -- as much as his words had gotten me here, they had stopped now -- and he was <<linkexpand "inside me.">> inside me. <br><br> Fluidly, he thrust. <br><br> His hand caressed my jawline and his smile peeked from time to time. It was Romantic without feelings, without feeling whisked away or that I was falling for him. It was passionate without being rough or selfish. It was kind without being weak or boring. <br><br> And he took his time. <br><br> I came, grasping my fingers into his pomaded hair, loosening it and ruining his slicked affect. He tossed his head slightly and continued on, thrusting into me while I quaked underneath him, my American accent clear as day in my exclamations. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>>I giggled out as I quaked, pawing at his curled chest hairs. It wasn't too long before I was shuddering again, the time between them shortening as he took his time with me and brought me off again and again.<<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>>I was cooing during the come-down from that lovely peak and then grabbed at his flanks, feet kicking high and legs wide as another slammed into me. Harder, stronger. I was panting out as that one came down, just to be met again with another powerful pleasure burst. His cock felt incredible.<<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>>And thats how it began, because from that moment onward, it was a thrumming of orgasm cresting ontop of orgasm. I have little recollection for how long the fuck lasted, or what happened after that point. It was a wash as my body lost itself on his bed.<<else>>It was a long one, it was a beautiful one, it was a powerful one. And in some way, seemed to bloom brighter from the choice of beans.<</if>> <br><br> Then he was finished, pulling free despite wearing a condom because he was removing it, his length pulsing straight out from his crotch, spewing up my stomach and across my tits, painting me as he let his cock aim where it wanted to. And I was too blissed out to care. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "I cleaned myself...">> <<outfit default>> I cleaned myself as he re-engaged the earlier conversation about the true local spots. He got dressed again as he silently excused my awkwardness as I tried to match his comfort and casualness. And then he escorted me out, a sweet peck on my cheek and sending me on his way. Never saw him again, but I kind of like that it was so 'typically' Euro. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 1>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck "Rocco and espresso" M>> <br><br><br> A 'momentary' encounter -- the most emblematic things about my entire time in <<link "Europe">><<replace "#rome" t8n>> <<if $GY.job == true>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Deception ++>> Sadly, I didn't have too much time for the city. Having to keep up with costs was exhausting. Sometimes Jordan and I would be working together -- sighting an opportunity and letting the other one in on it -- and Nonna did prove to be helpful when we were in a pinch. Whether that was doing a grocery run, or cleaning up after some of the others who came through our room, or other maintenance, she'd throw us a night or a meal as a thank you. More of us thanking her, really. <br><br> It didn't take me long to bristle, though. Not having any space to myself, this felt more like real life -- a working life of labor -- than having an adventure. Of the idea of what backpacking through foreign countries would be. It wasn't a solo, eye-opening experience of scraping by but being delighted daily. It //was// eye-opening though. <br><br> There was something I did take solace in, though: access to different people. Working, traveling, or partaking, there were moments and opportunities to have little 'single-serving' friendships, to get to know people I wouldn't have a chance to otherwise if I hadn't left. So I took full advantage. <br><br> Along the way, I found myself gravitating towards... <div id="eurofriend"> <<crossroads #eurofriend>> <<path>> ''The locals''. I liked getting to know the places through the eyes of who lived there. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "local">> <br><br> I'd strike up conversations in (broken) Italian, or English if that failed me. Whether it was sitting in a coffee shop, or trying to find a particular nook around town. Sometimes I came across the locals that knew how to prey on travelers and they made me a mark. Other times, I was greeted with the warmth because I really wanted to get to know their city, rather than be a typical tourist. And then there were those that were keen on showing me the modern life that they enjoyed: clubs and other hot spots. <br><br> I truly got the authentic experience thanks to full-blooded nationals. <br><br> Rome was a playground of sorts and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <<path>> Others ''my age'', whether they were students, backpackers -- I liked people like me. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "kids">> <br><br> I'd be in line for a work of Michelangelo, or some local pizza, and there'd be someone behind me in a similar situation: not from here and trying to feel like they ''knew'' Rome. There was the smile of seeing one's self reflected and there was an easy in-road to getting to know each other as the eternal lines shuffled along. Some were students on a semester abroad, others were backpackers roughing it through the metropolises, and then there were a couple times when someone actually __from__ the town would come out of their bubble to talk with an American wanderer. <br><br> It was the safe experience, it was comfortable, but it was fun in that way. A young energy always around and mostly people in my kind of situation. A lot to talk about and it was cool to see other people my age and compare experiences at our young point in life. <br><br> Rome was a playground of sorts and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <<path>> ''Co-workers'', travelers...the wealthy and leisure-minded types. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "work">> <br><br> There was a comradery busting your ass for hours of the day simply to enjoy yourself for a couple at the end of it. Or go crazy during the weekends. There was an authenticity to hanging out and enjoying the city with the people who, truly, kept it running. And I was one of them. A cog in the machine that would use me while I was here and give me a little taste of what the people with money got to do day-to-day. These were //their// spots with ''their'' people. And that was me. Jordan and I fell in easily amongst the other people with raw hands, tired eyes and sore backs. <br><br> I was glad to be as young as I was. To have the reserves of energy and just go late and wake up early to grab another paycheck. I couldn't imagine being like some of them who were in the later stages of life and keeping up with us. How did they do it? I was burning at both ends and I could feel myself fraying by the end of my adventure. It was tough, but it felt character-building, to say the least. <br><br> Rome was a playground and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> I ensconced myself in everything I could. While Jordan was off doing grocery runs for Nonna or coming back scalded from working in a laundromat, I was investigating the Vatican. I got to take my time and enjoy the art, the marbles, the old architecture. And the food. I didn't need to rush and could listen to the audio guide, or take a tour with a docent. I felt a little guilty that I knew my 'companion' was literally working <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>>self to the bone to take part is just a taste of what I was 'eating'. <br><br> Mostly, I felt guilty because it felt nice to be alone. I hadn't come with anyone and, in my mind, had pictured it just being me bopping around the continent. For better or worse. I had a partner-in-crime with Jordan when I wanted (and <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> was available) and otherwise, it was how I imagined it. <br><br> An added bonus: rolling solo allowed me to make friends and connections with whomever I wanted. <br><br> Along the way, I found myself gravitating towards... <div id="eurofriend"> <<crossroads #eurofriend>> <<path>> ''The locals''. I liked getting to know the places through the eyes of who lived there. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "local">> <br><br> I'd strike up conversations in (broken) Italian, or English if that failed me. Whether it was sitting in a coffee shop, or trying to find a particular nook around town. Sometimes I came across the locals that knew how to prey on travelers and they made me a mark. Other times, I was greeted with the warmth because I really wanted to get to know their city, rather than be a typical tourist. And then there were those that were keen on showing me the modern life that they enjoyed: clubs and other hot spots. <br><br> I truly got the authentic experience thanks to full-blooded nationals. <br><br> Rome was a playground of sorts and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <<path>> Others ''my age'', whether they were students, backpackers -- I liked people like me. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "kids">> <br><br> I'd be in line for a work of Michelangelo, or some local pizza, and there'd be someone behind me in a similar situation: not from here and trying to feel like they ''knew'' Rome. There was the smile of seeing one's self reflected and there was an easy in-road to getting to know each other as the eternal lines shuffled along. Some were students on a semester abroad, others were backpackers roughing it through the metropolises, and then there were a couple times when someone actually __from__ the town would come out of their bubble to talk with an American wanderer. <br><br> It was the safe experience, it was comfortable, but it was fun in that way. A young energy always around and mostly people in my kind of situation. A lot to talk about and it was cool to see other people my age and compare experiences at our young point in life. <br><br> Rome was a playground of sorts and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <<path>> ''Tourists'', travelers...the wealthy and leisure-minded types. <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "tourist">> <br><br> Having my freedom allowed me the time and availability to not simply hit up the tourist spots. I had more opportunities -- and cash didn't hurt -- to get to the ritzy areas, the posh spots, the places where the well-to-do (couldn't argue that I was one of them, really) and see how the other half vacationed. Exclusive spots, people who were used to getting their way, and a substantial barrier between the riff-raff. <br><br> It was certainly inauthentic as far as backpacking went. More like glamping, since I'd still slum it up at a hostel. It was definitely a grab bag of the better and worse end of things because I was amongst people who were used to doing whatever they wanted, going wherever they wanted, with whomever they wanted. Good or bad, there was always a story and a feeling like this story was unique, different and exclusively //mine//. <br><br> Rome was a playground and a great starting place for me to find my footing. I figured out exactly how I was going to navigate the broader continent before taking my first train away. <br><br><br> It was a couple months, and my longest stay anywhere in particular, but eventually, I left the [[nest|GY005 - BackpackingVign]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> ...resist an Italian man like Rocco. </div>
/* Pull 1 from each category (goal and location) and then 1 more randomly from the full set of (Goal + Location) */ /* each one has a selection. making the selection should move on to the next vignette */ <<set _VignStep = 0>> <<set _goal = "">> <<set _location = "">> <div id="vigns"> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> </div>
<<switch _VignStep>> <<case 0>> <<image framed "passage/gy.wine.png">> It was a year of sights and travel. It was incredible seeing how varied and different places just around the corner could be. It was like every possibility was crammed together on this continent. And it was all so culturally different from America. Deeper. And even the big cities back home had a different feel to their polyglot. There was a richness and history to everything. <br><br> Europe was incredible and there were a couple of stand-out moments that I still recall to this day. <br><br> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Goals">> <<case 1>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Locations">> <<case 2>> <<set _random = true>> <<switch random(1,2)>> <<case 1>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Goals">> <<case 2>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Locations">> <</switch>> <<case 3>> <<image framed "passage/gy.city.png">> Europe was beautiful. Was impressive. And so multi-faceted that I wished I could see more. There was so much to just this tiny part of the world. <br><br> It was bits like this that made me feel not just cultured, but that I might have picked up a thing or two and the whole idea about backpacking Europe hadn't only been about having fun. <br><br> But I did have [[fun|GY006 - GoingOut]]. <</switch>>
<<set _vignGoal = $GY.goal>> <<if _random == true>> <<set _vignGoal = random(1,3)>> <</if>> <<switch _vignGoal>> <<case 1>> /* $GY.goal 1 Vignettes - learn */ <<switch random(1,5)>> <<case 1>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Lipizzaner stallions */ <<GYvignTag Austria goal>> Austria. Home to one of the oldest families that ruled the continent -- the Hapsburgs. And given how long they were in charge, they had time to establish their own icons and one outlasted them: the Lipizzaners. "Spanish," but in the heart of Vienna and still performing to this day were some absolutely gorgeous horses. <br><br> Their training was impeccable. Precision of that caliber out of something that size, that powerful, it must have been a wonder to see on the battlefield. It was a wonder to watch their maneuvers and jumps in a graceful ballet. <br><br> Walking out of the Spanish Riding School, I was debated whether I was most struck by... <<crossroads #vigns>> <<path>> ...the stallions' discipline... <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <<path>> ...or ability to perform on command. <<contents>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</crossroads>> <<case 2>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Versailles */ <<GYvignTag Versailles goal>> Versailles was no little hunting lodge. Or, if that's what Kings considered a hunting lodge, they were certainly the billionaires of an earlier time. The word 'resplendent' or 'ornate' does nothing to truly do credit to the palace. It felt like every inch was plated in gold, there were frescos and statues in every nook and cranny. <br><br> It was beautiful and it was overwhelming. And it was //massive//. <br><br> There was a push and pull within me. Part of me hated the extravagance and wastefulness of the expenditure and creation of the monstrosity of wealth. The other part of me was glad that it had been saved the ravages of time and preserved for me to walk through. <br><br> The gardens, the halls, I spent a full day soaking in the grounds and walked out a bit exhausted. I wondered if I had <<link "seen">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> everything or soaked in all of the <<link "history">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> that oozed from alcoves and ceilings. <<case 3>> <<GYvignTag Florence goal>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Florence */ <<face hurt1 runny>> If there was a mecca of Western culture, it would be Florence. It felt like the city still lived before the 20th century. Art, museums, sculptures, architecture to last the ages were found around every corner. Uffizi Gallery, David, Duomo, Ponte Vecchio. It was a majestic town and felt like a font of knowledge and things to see that never exhausted. <br><br> I was exhausted. But that was because there was so much to see and do and I only had so much time. There were decades, centuries of creation to consume and there was no way I was going to be able to see and do it all. <br><br> Luckily, I could just take a breath, sitting by the Arno and still feel like I was getting cultured by osmosis. <br><br> I couldn't deny the tears in my eyes when I left, wondering if I would ever return. There were things I wanted to see again, to see every day, but now Florence was retreating and if I never returned -- don't say that -- I'd still retain some of the <<link "edifying">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or things I had <<link "uncovered">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 4>> /* IMAGE (Needed): an empty, sad view of a WW2 concentration camp */ <<GYvignTag Dachau goal>> If there was a gut-punch just //being// somewhere? It was Dachau. I felt like it was a duty to anyone coming to Europe to see not just the beauty but also the horror. And there was a stark...lack? to the barren spaces and spare foundations of the former camp that were more devastating than pictures or first-hand accounts. <br><br> I don't think I had been so affected by an empty field the way that I cried standing outside there. <br><br> I don't think I could have understood better with a picture or a video what I felt in the fiber of my soul when I walked through the 'intake facility' with a height chart on the wall. With an opening and a room behind it. <br><br> I was torn down by what people had done to other people, but it was worth it. Even with a body tired from emotion, I felt like I <<link "understood">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> the human condition better, or at least could not have the wool pulled over <<link "my eyes">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 5>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Mozart at a piano */ <<GYvignTag Salzburg goal>> What might have been my favorite town -- and I couldn't tell you why -- was Salzburg. Certainly, it was the home of Mozart and his home was an interesting place to visit, but it was more just the atmosphere of the city. <br><br> Walking the old streets, it just felt calming and 'homey'. The Alps hugging the town felt protective, the air felt cleaner, the sunlight brighter and the sky blue-er. <br><br> The hills were truly alive. <br><br> I know that it doesn't make any sense, but leaving Austria, I felt like I had found 'my' city. It was exclusively mine and no one else could change that, or make it theirs. And that gave me a sense of <<link "grounding">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "self-assuredness">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <</switch>> <<case 2>> /* $GY.goal 2 Vignettes - party */ <<switch random(1,5)>> <<case 1>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Amsterdam red light district */ <<GYvignTag Amsterdam goal>> What's not to like about Amsterdam? One of the most open cities in the world, and everyone knows it so everyone's there to have a good time. Get some drugs. Go get drunk. Legalized pretty much everything. <br><br> The 'coffee' shops felt a little quaint with how broadly weed had become accepted now, but that didn't mean I didn't go and enjoy the atmosphere. I jumped on party boats where I didn't know anyone, but was welcomed like an age-old friend. <br><br> And then there was the Red Light District. Kind of synonymous with the city and I had to see it. And it was fucking fun. Strip shows were everywhere and knowing that everyone was a legal worker made it all feel comfortable -- and more sexy. <br><br> I do have to be honest, though, for all I mentioned...I don't //really// remember much of it. I was on something like the entire time I was there. There are flashes and moments I recall -- and I'm pretty sure they all happened. But when I left there was an overwhelming feeling that I had gone a bit too <<link "crazy">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or maybe shouldn't have tried <<link "everything">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 2>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Ibiza outdoor concer */ <<GYvignTag Ibiza goal>> Ibiza. If I was going to be in Europe and wanted to party, there was no way I was going to miss that. Pristine, gorgeous beaches; people wearing next to nothing all the time; and party going all the time. People weren't kidding about Ibiza and I was glad they were right. <br><br> Playa en'Bossa was my home til I broke. EDM throbbing in my ear drums as I tried to grab enough sleep so that I could power through another day of DJs, drinking and drugs. I had a sunburn, probably was dehydrated the whole time and wondered how people did it. People lived here right? Were they always neck deep in basslines? <br><br> I was sweaty and I think I had a headache hangover but eventually I...got used to it? My body either knew I wouldn't listen to it, or realized that I was going to go hard until I was done and needed to keep up with me rather than the usual way around. <br><br> I couldn't tell you the name of a single person I met or spent time with. I don't think I could hear their names if I tried. And the only names that I was trying to remember were the DJs, but they all started to flow together in my mind after a bit. <br><br> Leaving the Med, I had a new-found appreciation for <<link "music">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> and a <<link "good time">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<set $HS.addictionLv ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 3>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Prague landscape */ <<GYvignTag Prague goal>> It was like the entire city was focused on partying. During the day, I'd walk down these medieval streets, surrounded by gorgeous architecture erected centuries ago -- it felt like Prague was supposed to be a center of culture, full of museums and artifacts from history, where you'd walk out edified and wow'd. <br><br> And then the sun would come down and buildings from the 14th century would become homes to pulsating music, haze and dancing. There were even some clubs where you could see the art that stayed on the walls from when it was a gallery a few hours ago. I wasn't about to buy one of them, whether I was as drunk at night or sober during the day, but having them to look at as I cavorted gave an air of sophistication to being blasted. <br><br> None of this came as a surprise: people came from all over the continent and the //world// to party in Prague. It's why I had come and so I was dancing and drinking and rolling alongside a true cross-section of the world. No arguments, cultural differences forgotten because we were united by a common desire: have a fucking great time. <br><br> Every inch of the city felt like it was dual-purpose: the 'adult' and restrained daytime whitewashed version and the nocturnal loose version of adult fun. It hurt to say goodbye to Prague, mostly the excuse to check out <<link "museums">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or the fun of <<link "sussing">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> out where the party was. <<case 4>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Slovakian spa */ <<GYvignTag Slovakia goal>> When I was looking for a crazy, fun time, I had never considered that Slovakia would have been one of my stop-overs. But there I was. This guy from Iceland name Oli had heard from some Alexei who knew from some friends -- sounded like a game of telephone -- that there was an uber-inexpensive and unknown center of partying deep in Slovakia. Oli had heard that the hottest women in Europe were there and he kept insisting that meant that //I// needed to be there. <br><br> My ego stoked and after unrelenting pressure from the funny kid, I decided why not. On our way, we picked up a businessman who was Dutch and some kids also from America, which made me feel a little more at ease. And then we were there, a little hostel that served as the hub for all the partying. And yep, there were tons of hot women. The guys, more miss than hit, but that was unsurprising. It always felt like there was never an even split. Everywhere the imbalance between attractiveness was present, usually in guys' favor. <br><br> The first night I ended up at a spa. While it was not the party I had expected, it was incredibly inexpensive and welcome after how hard I had been pushing my body. The next morning, Oli was gone and I started getting a little uncomfortable. The disco that night was a pretty good time, but there was a strange edge to all the hardened eastern European guys there and I felt that the guys I had come with were mostly into the hot women and I was being left to fend for myself. <br><br> The next morning I headed out, saying goodbye to a strange little detour to a 'party hot spot.' I hadn't done much partying and I probably was losing out and would regret it if I ever came across those guys again, but I didn't want to end up <<link "dead">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> and was glad for any <<link "spidey sense">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> I had. <<case 5>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Berlin nightclub */ <<GYvignTag Berlin goal>> The nightlife capital of Europe: Berlin. When I decided to have a great time on my trip, I knew I had to hit the most famous place for fun. And it did. not. disappoint. <br><br> The thing I had to get most used to is that people were very open and free with invites. And it wasn't sketchy or something to be concerned about. I just had to say yes. It was like a culture of people trying to spread the joy of a good time. <br><br> Once, I ended up in an old DDR hangar that had this small 'party train' driving around in circles. Idea? Insane. Actuality? Weird, but definitely interesting. And of course there were more than enough spots for techno and EDM. The options were endless and the hours were long. Nights ended only with the next morning and I always felt that I hadn't hit all the places I had wanted to. <br><br> Every block seemed to have somewhere to lose yourself in some music and drinking. Underground, on the roofs, in buildings, open air. Berlin was a pastiche of party. I wondered if I could ever hit all the venues, even if I had infinite time. <br><br> I left Berlin absolutely exhausted, but was most glad to have experienced <<link "twenty clubs">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> in one night. <<link "the weird">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> stuff I could only have found there. <</switch>> <<case 3>> /* $GY.goal 3 Vignettes - get away */ <<switch random(1,5)>> <<case 1>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Swiss, Alpine slopes */ <<GYvignTag Switzerland goal>> I'd had enough of cities. You can only take so many museums, statues, pieces of art before they are start to meld into each other and honestly, maybe my brain was just over-saturated. //Too// much culture. Blech. It wasn't fun any more and I needed a refresher. <br><br> So I glommed onto the idea of hitting the slopes when I overheard some ritzy and young Italians discussing what they were going to do with their weekend. Well, why not me too? I headed up to Switzerland and the Alpine slopes and got the cleansing that I needed on the perfect white slopes. <br><br> The air felt cleaner, cutting my throat with the cold crispness. The wind gave my skin a different type of burn as it whipped against anything I didn't cover. My muscles ached as I pushed them to do things I hadn't done -- hell, besides walking, I hadn't really been active at all this whole time abroad. <br><br> I came down off my <<if $CC.clique == "Rebel">>board<<else>>skiis<</if>> feeling as invigorated as I had hoped. Maybe a little <<link "stronger">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "focused">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> than when I arrived for my year away. <<case 2>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Parisian bakery */ <<GYvignTag Paris goal>> I didn't think I would be packing a pair of Minnie ears when I first thought of going to Europe, but eventually there was a kind of special draw to going to DisneyLand in Paris. It was a different kind of getting away. <br><br> All my thoughts of these theme parks come with ideas of 'family' or 'friends' and here I was all by myself in the dark on Pirates of the Caribbean and the Tower of Terror. <br><br> I gotta say, I kind of changed my mind spending time munching on a churro and realizing maybe these were just more stressful and less fun balancing all of the personalities and needs of a bigger group. If I wanted to go on a ride again? I would just do it. If I wanted to take a break? I sat. <br><br> I enjoyed the familiarity of a taste of home just a few miles away from Paris, and maybe it quenched a bit of homesick. Wasn't a cheap way to do it, but it was fun and quite unexpected. I waved goodbye to Mick-oui oui feeling a bit more <<link "stable">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "silly">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> but the only person to judge me was...me. <<case 3>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Amalfi coast */ <<GYvignTag Amalfi goal>> Going to the Amalfi Coast wasn't the most original idea I had, but it was no wonder that so many people went there to get away. And it was only a hop-skip (and a train) to get to. And it was //gorgeous//. There was a peace and calm to the area that had me coming back. <br><br> Looking out over the Mediterranean while enjoying some limoncello? It felt perfect. There was nothing like it back at home and I soaked up the differences all that I could: the mash-up of seaside, mountain, city; the deeply rooted culture, the small-town feel. <br><br> But I wasn't that welcome. Tourists. And there were tons of us. I tried to be conscientious and I hated the tourists ruining my mojo as much as the locals, but I had to admit that I was one of them. I was an outsider. <br><br> So, I avoided just being a daytripper and coming back time and again was both a benefit to me because I enjoyed the place, but also lent me some credibility. I wasn't gawking. I was a true lover of their home. And I loved their <<link "food">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "views">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> the most. <<case 4>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Tuscan vineyards */ <<GYvignTag Tuscany goal>> Italy was an incredible place: cities that had been around for literal eons, built upon and built out and built up, and then you headed a few miles out from the city centers and you'd find remote, untouched and old communities. Like Tuscany. <br><br> It was a dear of a place to me. So close to my 'home base' that travel out was cheap and quick and then I'd be in some township that felt like it was straight out of the past century. There was peace and quiet, there was ease and simplicity. And in Tuscany, there was wine. <br><br> They did it so well and so cheaply that more often than not, I'd be returning to my hostel with a buzz and a bottle. There were vineyards aplenty, so I always had somewhere new to try and I developed quite the appreciation for the notes and flavors that could differ just on the other side of a hill. I //had// thought the whole sommelier thing was a put-on, but quaff enough and you do start to understand there are differences to the grape juice you're drinking. <br><br> And there I'd be, sitting in a wrought iron chair that had probably been made by someone's grandfather, looking out onto the rolling hills of green. Watching grazing animals or the wine whipping through the vines and sipping at a glass of red or white that had been grown in that very soil for generations. I loved Tuscany for its <<link "wine">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "remoteness">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> the most. <<case 5>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Greek islands and yachts */ <<GYvignTag GreekIslands goal>> While Italy was my home, I played a bit of a Roman conquerer and with the spare resources I had, I plundered the nearby countries for fun and adventure. It wasn't too expensive to do. No wonder that the Romans of old were rampaging this part of the world, taking from other cultures -- they were //right// __there__. <br><br> The Greek Islands were my preferred raid. The waters were a crystal blue that I had never seen. The beaches were clean and beautiful. It was like a cheap and local resort getaway in my backyard. I got to feel like I was truly having a vacation and throw on a bikini (or less) and party a bit. <br><br> They were quite welcoming to visitors, especially a cute American tourist. It was refreshing to enjoy a bit of freedom and fun rather than focus on my depleting bank account and survival. The islands seemed set up for escapists. Men brought their yachts, replete with booze and food, and were eager to have some eye candy jump onboard with them. <br><br> It was like a bunch of floating clubs where I could come home with a fun story and a tan. There was definitely a male-centered culture though that had high expectations when you got on their boat. For me that just meant <<link "putting out">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or taking my exit and <<link "swimming">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> to the next yacht. <</switch>> <</switch>>
<<set _vignLocation = $GY.location>> <<if _random == true>> <<set _vignLocation = random(1,5)>> <</if>> <<switch _vignLocation>> <<case 1>> /* $GY.location 1 Vignettes - Major Sites */ <<switch random(1,5)>> <<case 1>> /* IMAGE (Needed): the Sagrada Familia */ <<GYvignTag Barcelona location>> Barcelona is one of the first places you think of when you think of visiting Europe. At least I do. Architecture crammed up ontop of each other in these fascinating ways, the difference of peoples in Spain like a microcosm of all the different people across the continent. <br><br> There were late night parties, late night eating -- incredible food -- and museums upon museums. There was a limitless supply of things to do, and all were walkable. I barely needed to use transit, even if one day I decided to take an unadvised walk all the way up to the Science Institute that was...a bit further than I expected and the incline was insane. <br><br> The most striking thing to me, though, was the Sagrada Familia. The fact that it was incepted and partially designed in the NINETEENTH century and is still under work, long, long after the architect's death is confounding. But when you walk in the doors, you immediately know why. <br><br> I had never experienced stained glass in a way that didn't feel old and medieval. This felt bright, current, modern and full of life. Inspiring rather than pressuring. I challenge anyone to go there and not have their <<link "eyes">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> opened or their artistic ideals <<link "challenged">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 2>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Eiffel tower at night */ <<GYvignTag Eiffel location>> How can you head to the continent and not want to see one of the marvels of the world? Not only is it in Paris and emblematic of passion, but it was literally a //wonder//. The architecture, the staying power, it was no wonder than anyone in the world would have been able to recognize that place with the barest of sketches. <br><br> You could dine on the first floor at a brasserie and enjoy some incredible food while taking in the views of central Paris. Or, you could head all the way to the Laboratory that was supposed to have been destroyed, but luckily was saved. I even took in a show once or twice in their Salon. <br><br> I didn't have to be in the thing to be delighted, either. Simply sitting nearby would send my heart a-flutter. Sipping an espresso across the river, or having a glass of wine in the early evening and watching it light up was just a spectacle that I am glad I didn't miss. <br><br> And then it simply served as an excuse to enjoy one of the greatest cities in the world. Incredible food, wonderful sights and culture, and a humming metropolis with so many people, it was a never-ending experience. Ultimately, the Tower was a landmark of <<link "learning">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "experience">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> to me. <<case 3>> /* IMAGE (Needed): The Louvre */ <<GYvignTag Louvre location>> Where do you go to see some of the most famous, most important works of art in the world? The Louvre. Not just the Venus and Mona Lisa, but artifacts and historical pieces that capture times and events that are gone and otherwise forgotten. So many things to see, so much to read that I doubt that anyone could take it all in a single visit. <br><br> And I know because I tried. Multiple times. With the changing of exhibits, showcases coming and going, it would have taken a concerted effort to be able to be current on everything tha the Louvre had to offer. <br><br> Even with how crowded and busy the museum was on any given hour, it became my little slice of sanity. I'd pick a wing to focus on and just sit, enjoying a piece of art, or engage with the summaries on the wall while pulling up what the internet had to afford. <br><br> I got on a first-name basis with some of the docents and security guards. And yes, I did see the Mona Lisa, but mostly I avoided the crowd because that area is absolute insanity. It's not worth the effort, just to see the smile. I preferred the other pieces of <<link "art">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or the <<link "history-focused">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> exhibitions. <<case 4>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Neuschwanstein castle */ <<GYvignTag Neuschwanstein location>> One of the most famous castles in the world and no one really knew its name: Neuschwanstein. The source for Cinderella's castle and countless photographs and post cards. All made by one insane King of Bavaria. <br><br> And when I got inside, I got a feel for his madness. There was no rhyme or reason to the rooms -- secret passageways and hidden chapels -- stories of enchanted swans and hidden treasure. A room for billiards. And sewing. And flutes. And a fucking panic room. <br><br> How did anyone have this much wealth? How did a country let him build so lavishly, so insanely? Yet, he had created something indelible in his mental state. I was walking its halls, wondering at the person behind it. <br><br> And was he any different from the <<link "ultra-wealthy of today">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>? Or maybe a warning against <<link "unrestrained will">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 5>> /* IMAGE (Needed): The Acropolis */ <<GYvignTag Acropolis location>> Sitting by the Acropolis, I began to pick at the idea of worship and gods. Were Zeus and Ares more representative of what was really out there? What made the pantheon any less believable than the Bible or Torah? <br><br> Or was the crumbling reminder to their 'heresy' a reminder at how fluid and fickle the world was when it came to religion. Maybe it was a proof that none of it mattered, none of it was real. <br><br> I wondered what it would have looked like if it weren't rubble -- back in BC. Now it had an air of ancient respectability, but in a toga, would I have been wowed and brought to my knees, praying to the guidance of Athena and Apollo? <br><br> What were to become the Acropolises of today? <<link "The Skycrapers">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "our places of worship">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>? <</switch>> <<case 2>> /* $GY.location 2 Vignettes - Wanderlust */ <<switch random(1,5)>> <<case 1>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Gotland cows and fields */ <<GYvignTag Gotland location>> How did I even get to Gotland? Did I even know that Gotland was a place? Could I point it out to you on the map? Probably not. It's an island, that's for sure, but I was just mindlessly wandering the continent with these kids who had gotten out of Ukraine. There was an air of solemnity to them, but also an excitement for life. <br><br> And then we were on this quaint little island. Cows. Fields. Cold Baltic winds. Not a lot to scream 'come visit me,' but I was with the right people. There was a wonder they found in the simplicity. They loved how communal and traditional these people were. And the appreciation went both ways. <br><br> I got the sense that seeing us immediately bristled the locals, but our interest in them and that we weren't staying at some hotel but just roughing it in tents showed us as a kind of kindred spirits. We holed up in pubs, we got our hands dirty in some fields and with odds and ends work. There were gorgeous views of the water and amazing ruins. <br><br> It was it's own kind of gem and I'm glad that I was brought along, otherwise not only would I not be able to point it out on the map, but I wouldn't even consider it twice. Most notable to me was...either <<link "learning">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> that not everything had to be modern to be good, or finding a <<link "calm">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> in the mundane. <<case 2>> /* IMAGE (Needed): European train speeding down the track */ <<GYvignTag Eurail location>> There was an entrenched way of life amongst backpackers and general nomads called 'Eurail'. Taking the name straight from the rail system throughout the continent. At first, the idea of railroad being a preferable (and effective) way to navigate Europe, I would have laughed in your face -- and then I tried it. Quick, clean, efficient. You could navigate effectively wherever you wanted throughout the EU-zone and beyond. It made sense. <br><br> Buy a ticket to your next place and hit the rails. Could be next on the line, could be the cheapest thing available, it didn't matter the reason, you'd jump on the train and go. And the train was part of the life as well. Meet some friends for a stop or two, or maybe for the whole jaunt. They might be checking out your destination as well and then you had a ready-made group for when you disembarked. Sometimes who I met made me drop off early or take the train a bit longer. It was a very flexible way to travel and explore. <br><br> It was a bit cramped and uncomfortable from time to time -- sometimes I could manage a sleeper cabin, other times I'd catch what I could in the normal seats. That wasn't appreciated by the conductors, but neither was when I was overstaying my welcome (cough, ticket) and there were some lines that I had to avoid after a while. But I needed to get to where I needed to get to, and sometimes there were no other options. And...it was part of the thrill. There was this sub-culture of avoiding getting caught, of 'it should be for public use' mentality -- kind of felt hippy in a way. <br><br> The Eurail really let me go wherever I wanted and I'm glad that I learned about the hack. I saw tiny towns, big cities, the edges that avoided all the tourists and the inner nooks that were truly local delights. When I finally put down my bindle, I knew that I'd kind of miss the <<link "hobo life">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "freedom">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> I was leaving behind. <<case 3>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Norwegian landscape and the Northern Lights */ <<GYvignTag Norwegian location>> How did I end up in a city I'd never heard of? Because of the Northern Lights. Tromso. One of the most northern parts of the world, and thanks to the green-focus of the Norwegians, everything was pristine enough to see them in all their splendor. <br><br> I watched the faerie visions dance across the atmosphere in a mix of confusion, emotion, and awe. There was so little between us and the vast deathscape of space. There was hidden beauty everywhere -- where else was I missing it? <br><br> But that's not all there was up in the northen reaches. I took part in some of their Sami cultural festivities and a music festival devoted to the Aurora Borealis. I even got to enjoy their Film Festival, though I had to just let the wash of languages pass over me. <br><br> Leaving the northernmost city in the world, I was <<link "impressed by the diversity of the world">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> and <<link "the vastness of nature">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 4>> /* IMAGE (Needed): London */ <<GYvignTag London location>> London. Once the center of the world, once a small outpost for Roman civilization against the savages of the north, now 'simply' one of the most powerful cities in the world. <br><br> You could do //anything// here. See anything, meet anyone. It was a melting pot of ideas, cultures, people. Insane food and culture, some of the hottest clubs and home to world-class designers. <br><br> It was a city I could have spent my entire time in, gotten lost and never come up for air. I would never have been able to see and do everything that it had to offer. <br><br> But when I did have to say goodbye, it came with <<link "relief">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> and <<link "pangs of wanting to return">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 5>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Monaco */ <<GYvignTag Monaco location>> Speedways, glorious views, incredible wealth: Monaco. A tiny nation nestled near two of the most well-known countries in the world. But the little place was home to the elite of the elite, its own little cultural reserve for the ultra-powerful and hyper-monied. <br><br> I felt completely out of place there. I was no Princess. I wasn't a tech genius. I certainly was no movie star or model. <br><br> I also felt my wallet quickly dwindling as I tried to keep up. Not that I had to splurge, but everything simply cost more. They knew who their clientele were and they could extract the wealth...and who would bat an eye? <br><br> In retrospect, I was <<link "glad to have gotten a taste">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> and similtaneously made <<link "humble">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> by how different a world they lived in. <</switch>> <<case 3>> /* $GY.location 3 Vignettes - Rome */ <<switch random(1,5)>> <<case 1>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Rome */ <<GYvignTag Rome location>> I bet I could have spent the entire time in Rome. There were so many things to see and do -- and what's surprising about that? Home to one of the longest-lived empires of all time and a religious center afterwards. Millennia of history had a way of cramming a lot of things into one place. <br><br> And they're right //there// alongside the rest of every day life. The Colosseum, Forum, Pantheon, the city bustled around them, built around them, lived around them as if they were both nothing special and so special as to keep them preserved for so long. <br><br> I loved how I could be able to visit incredible sites so readily and often. I got to know them intimately and enjoyed having a meditative little break in the quiet, overgrown Forum, or a lunch around the Pantheon, and if I was in the mood for crowds and a more museum-like experience, I would go to the Colosseum. <br><br> It was the first city I came to, where I spent most of my time and truly became //my// city. I could probably be a docent at any of these places. Rome had brought me such... <<link "sophistication">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>? <<link "Knowledge">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>? Either way, so much time in one city wasn't as bad as I thought. Because it was Rome. <<case 2>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Milan */ <<GYvignTag Milan location>> Milan. Home to fashion (don't tell the Parisians), it felt the most 'with the times' compared to other areas in Italy and the way people dressed, maybe ahead of the times. //I// felt culturally relevant simply being there, dining at the incredible restaurants and walking through the Galleria. <br><br> It was a vibrant city that still held true to its roots: the Duomo sitting squarely in the midst of the modern hustle-and-bustle, like a reminder that that's where they came from -- respectfully maintained and honored, but they'd moved on. Skyscrapers going bigger, faster, stronger. <br><br> You'd think that I'd have been swept up in some Fashion Week or something, but I became a patron of opera. Yeah, I know. La Scala was a testament to the past and present rolled into one. A gorgeous, fashionable location where people sat respectfully for (mostly) ancient art. It astounded me how rapt the audiences were, with their libretto following along, hushing anyone who made the slightest whisper. You couldn't find a similar level of respect anywhere in America. <br><br> Whether it was a full opera, or a singular singer astounding me for a couple of hours, I found ways up into the mezz to watch as much as I could. I knew that I would be coming to Milan for <<link "culture">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> but had no idea I'd take away memories of <<link "classical music">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 3>> /* IMAGE (Needed): St. Peter's Bascilica */ <<GYvignTag Vatican location>> <<if $CC.clique == "Prude" || $CC.hsv == "church" || $CC.freetime == "church">> I had shivers. The Vatican. One of the most holy of holies. And it was //packed// -- deservedly so. St. Peter's was silent -- respectfully so. <br><br> Making the most of the singular opportunity, I prayed and took part in services for pilgrims like myself. <br><br> I was brought to tears. Not by Michelangelo's Pieta or the Chapel, but by the pristine sense I had shoulder-to-shoulder with my fellow penitents. It was true, it was powerful, it was awe-inspiring. <<else>> The Vatican. I could see why people made the pilgrimages. I could understand, here, why people believed in god. The Basicila was awe-inspiring, with a majesty and splendor that I could only describe as unparalleled. <br><br> A part of me felt sacreligious for being there; a faker, a gawker, but...I'm sure they were all about converts and I'm certain that some people came there and did have a religious awakening. <br><br> I tried to remain respectful, maneuvering my way through the throngs to see what I was there for: Michelangelo's Pieta. It was...impressive that it had been done, so far above, so meticulously. But, it felt small. Maybe that was because of the human press around me and the staleness of the air. But, I saw it. <</if>> <br><br> After my time in one of the densest religious settings in the world, I found myself leaving <<link "closer to god">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Easy -->><<Stats Risky -->><<Stats Stable ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> but mostly affected by the incredible <<link "works of art">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 4>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Venician gondola and canal */ <<GYvignTag Venice location>> The Floating City, Venice. Kind of mind-blowing that it was seated on top of the water (and sinking), because if it weren't for the canals, I would have believed it was like any other historic city: built on solid ground. <br><br> There was a strike going on while I was there (apparently common), so it made getting back and forth difficult, but that didn't stop me from enjoying incredibly seafood and a glass of wine overlooking the blue-green waters. <br><br> I reclined in a gondola and found a love lock bridge, <<if $HS.LDR == true>>I took a picture as I affixed it to the bridge and shot it over to <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> 'in absentia'. It felt wrong that they were not here to do it with me.<<else>>though I didn't have anyone expressly in mind. Jordan made due in a pinch.<</if>> <br><br> Taking the train back, I considered <<link "what would be lost">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>> when it did eventually sink, but also wondered at <<link "what had been created there anyway">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<case 5>> <<GYvignTag Sicily location>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Sicilian landscape */ I didn't have any run-ins with La Cosa Nostra dring my time in Sicily. In fact, it felt just like many other parts of Europe: impoverished, insular, but ostensibly safe. <br><br> The Italian was hard to manage, thanks to their thick and unique accent -- and they didn't make much effort with foreigners -- but //god// was their food incredible. It tasted as rustic as the environs, lived-in and passed down from generation to generation. Full of love and passion. <br><br> Siciliy was also far larger than I expected, hard to navigate and incredibly underdeveloped. It was no wonder that people turned inward and to 'other avenues' if the rest of Italy wasn't going to elevate them. <br><br> And then, as I left, hopping back over to Naples, I considered if Sicily and Sicilians were the way they were <<link "because of the rest of Italy and Italians">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Suggstible ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>or <<link "in spite of it">><<replace #vigns t8n>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<set _VignStep ++>> <<include "GY005 - BackpackingVign_Step">> <</replace>><</link>>. <</switch>> <</switch>>
<<outfit EuroNight>> <<if $GY.friend == 'tourist'>> Giselle -- a girl who was having her own kind of Eurotrip -- sauntered out of the Four Seasons as if she had just been experiencing the worst pain of her life, her shoulders sagged, face drawn. <br><br> She'd become a de-facto member of our traveling group while we were here. She was fun, if a bit dramatic. The Four Seasons was her speed, but didn't begrudge our hostels. She enjoyed our company and we enjoyed her access -- even if it came with shows like this. <<speech "Giselle">>"Darling!"<</speech>> Her eyes lifted to meet me, her gait becoming more beleaguered now that she had an audience: <<speech "Giselle">>"You ready?"<</speech>> It was such a show: she'd probably been at the spa all day. <<speech "Jordan">>"There you are!"<</speech>> It was cutting. It was affecting her tone and mock surprise. They didn't get along the best and I felt judged by Jordan that I kept the company that I did. And Giselle wasn't impressed by my backpacking companion either. Meh, can't win them all. I felt like I needed them both. <<speech "Giselle">>"Yes. As always, Jordie."<</speech>> A pet name. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> didn't like it. We needed to get going now before there was a throw down in front of the valets. <<elseif $GY.friend == 'kids'>> Giselle -- a girl who had become one of our de facto cohort -- shut her book emphatically, <<speech "Giselle">>"Ugh. Enough of that."<</speech>> We'd been sitting in that coffee shop and I was nearly at wits end watching her do work that reminded me why I'd taken this year away. Did I want to be going back to school and waste away on notes and fat textbooks? Even surrounded by the wonders of being away from home -- Semester Abroad for her -- it felt like she couldn't enjoy it. <<speechPC>>"Thank. God."<</speechPC>> I laughed and pushed the heavy thing off the table onto the floor. She smacked my thigh as she leaned over to pick it up. <<speech "Jordan">>"There you are!"<</speech>> Jordan was crossing the street towards us. I had texted <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> a half hour before so there'd be even more pressure to leave this study session. Or save me. <<elseif $GY.friend == 'local'>> <<speechPC>>"Where we going tonight?"<</speechPC>> Giselle -- a girl who had glommed onto our group when we had arrived in town -- was always in the know and loved keeping it a secret (a surprise?) from me until we were practically on the doorstep. <<speechPC>>"Oh, come on."<</speechPC>> I rolled my eyes, but this was our banter. <<speech "Giselle">>"Oh, you'll see."<</speech>> The accented English always made me smile and capitulate to her local knowledge. And she never turned us wrong. <<speech "Jordan">>"There you are!"<</speech>> Jordan was lifting <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>himself<<else>>herself<</if>> off of a low wall across the street from us -- that was <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> skill: always able to find us even in a bustling city. <<else>> Walking out into the night air always came with a sigh of relief. My eyes were bleary, my hands raw, but the work was done and the fun could begin. Would I blow my entire paycheck tonight? I'd try not to, but once things started to roll, it was easier to say yes than no especially with Giselle in tow -- one of my coworkers who'd become a de facto part of our group. <br><br> It was a tough life, but the only way I was going to be able to make it through the year. It would have been better to find jobs that paid better, but they required stability and things like paperwork that I just didn't have or didn't want. So I'd subject myself to the immigrant work so that I could enjoy the backpacker life. <<speech "Jordan">>"There you are!"<</speech>> Jordan was lifting <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>himself<<else>>herself<</if>> off of a low wall across the street from where I worked. Giselle and the others in tow, equally tired and equally relieved to see Jordan, like a sign that all the exhaustion and bullshit we'd dealt with for the past eight or ten hours was behind us and worth it in a way. <</if>> <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Sleek, leather-bound cocktail menu*/ <br><br> Our party gang ebbed and flowed with the exception of those two. Sometimes Giselle had joiners, other times it was Jordan, and -- less often -- me. <br><br> Tonight it was both, well, if you considered the two of them my adds. We were buzzing along towards the trendy area of town and my curiosity was piqued. Giselle leaned against a metal-gated door with a flair. A button was hit on a gold-plated intercom. A slot opened and she leaned in to whisper something. The door opened and with a sweeping arm, she ushered us in to a Speakeasy. <br><br> The atmosphere was exactly as you would expect: straight out of the early 20th century, complete with mugshots of mobsters. There were also posters from il Padrino that felt -- yes, of the flavor, but -- out of place. It was too cute to really give it more than passing judgment. We cozied into cushioned stools and a couch along one wall and dug into the <<linkexpand "cocktail list...">> cocktail list. <br><br><br> We were all relaxed, a few cocktails in and learning all about Giselle's in here. I doubted it was as exclusive as she made it out to be, but it felt exclusive and fun enough for me and I was enjoying the alcohol coursing through my veins. The seven that we had with us was a nice balance and everyone seemed to feel comfortable. And if they were comfortable, so was I. <<speech "Yankee">>"You lonely?"<</speech>> A hand was on my shoulder and a guy in a Yankees jersey and jeans was looking down at me. I was startled, looking up at him and being confused as to A: why was he talking to me, B: how did he get in, C: why was he talking to me? <<speechPC>>"Uh, what?"<</speechPC>> There was no other response that would do this justice. <br><br> His fingers squeezed at my bare collarbone. His chin motioned at the triads on either side of me and I realized what he meant: Giselle and her crew were chattering away on the couch, Jordan and the others were on the other side of the table and I was at the head, between and with them both but also distinctly apart. <<speech "Yankee">>"Thought you were American, how are you enjoying Rome?"<</speech>> Giselle gave me a little wink, encouraging me and turning right back to her friends. Jordan's <<if $GY.Jordan == true>>eyes flickered away, but I got a sense of them hardening seeing me approached. Neither going to step in and play the protector while also asserting a claim or connection to me, nor let me just do my own thing without clocking it and making sure that I knew <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> knew.<<else>>eyes firmed under a creasing forehead, a wordless question if I needed an intervention.<</if>> <div id="american"> <<crossroads #american>> <<path>> Push his hand off. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I'm with my friends. Thanks."<</speechPC>> A tight smile, conveying all the meaning in the world as I hunched forward more into the group and trying to pick up on the conversations under way. Maybe I had been a little reserved and maybe I had been feeling a bit left out. But that's as much my fault as anyone else's. I needed to put myself into the mix and find where I fit in this bigger hodge-podge of people. <br><br> I felt the Yank moving away from me, thankfully not pushing the envelope. It wasn't like he was giving his A-game looking the way he did. Plus, why would I be interested in hanging out with Americans when I was here? I came here to get away from everything back there. Well, except for Jordan. That's an exception I could make. <br><br> Whether others got the message by turning him away, or if my newfound investing in the others was enough to keep the pick-ups away, I was left alone. Or rather, amongst my friends. And I definitely felt most closely bonded with... <div id="american2"> <<crossroads #american2>> <<path>> Jordan's. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky -->> Jordan had been the first person I had met and luck had it that I enjoyed having <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> around in my inner circle. I didn't know how long Giselle would be around and so it was smarter for me to keep close to my constant this year. <br><br> And I enjoyed the people Jordan pulled into the group. They had a comfortable feel to me. I raised a glass and sipped, holding eye contact with Jordan. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> smiled and reciprocated. We didn't have to say anything and we jived. <br><br> So it was a relatively uneventful evening, but maybe seminal for me, finding my way forward with the ever-changing group of people when your 'home' was intangible and consistency was a pipedream. But we did get drunk, a little rowdy, and enjoyed the 'elite' bar to its fullest. <br><br><br> So many cities, so many nights, so many options, and nothing holding me back. I loved [[going out|GY007 - HostelHookups]]. <<path>> Giselle's. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <br><br> She and her friends were unknowns and decidedly //not// roommates. Which made it an easy choice to scoot closer to Giselle and keep a bit of distance with Jordan. It kept tensions low and ensured that we had our own things going on. We'd be attached at the hip for the rest of our journey but that didn't mean to be that we needed to be co-dependent. <br><br> Plus she was a part of the people that I just got along with. Jordan and I shared travel and housing, but Giselle and the people that surrounded her shared my __life__. I raised a glass and sipped, holding eye contact with her. She smiled and reciprocated. And then she introduced me to this <<if $Body.sexuality !== "lesbian">>guy<<else>>girl<</if>> that I think she either was done with or lost interest in. But <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> was cute and when I was done...I could leave. <br><br> So it was a relatively uneventful evening, but maybe seminal for me, finding my way forward with the ever-changing group of people when your 'home' was intangible and consistency was a pipedream. But we did get drunk, a little rowdy, and enjoyed the 'elite' bar to its fullest. <br><br><br> So many cities, so many nights, so many options, and nothing holding me back. I loved [[going out|GY007 - HostelHookups]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<path>> Enjoy having 'my' person tonight. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I am."<</speechPC>> I leaned back on my free hand. He could probably see down my dress to cleavage, but I didn't mind. I wasn't being ignored now -- that's what it had been. Two groups of 'friends' who didn't want to include me for whatever reason. I gave a little tug at the bottom of his untucked jersey, <<speechPC>>"They let you in like this?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "TJ">>"All you need is a reservation...I'm TJ...why are you staying down there?"<</speech>> His hand slid into the crook of my arm, hinting I rise. <br><br> I stood, finding my way as naturally as I could from facing away from him to around the stool and facing him, back now to the people I came with, <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. A reservation?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "TJ">>"Yeah, no other rules as long as you have money for drinks."<</speech>> So, not as elite as Giselle made it out to me. Made me bristle a bit, made me wonder how many of these spots were show rather than substance. <<speech "TJ">>"Speaking of...how're you doing on yours?"<</speech>> <br><br> I downed it. Smiled playfully at him. He was a pretty average guy, but that would shock no one given his wardrobe. <<speechPC>>"So, where are you from, Teej?"<</speechPC>> Maybe not the best way to jab back at him, but there was something nice and comfortable to this interaction: the kind of pick-up I was used to. Europe was different and I guess I missed the American way. <<speech "TJ">>"Jersey. You?"<</speech>> And I told him, waiting for my drink to be made. He was here for business -- some electrical manufacturing or something that he had taken over from his dad -- <<linkexpand "and headed back tomorrow...">> and headed back tomorrow. <br><br><br> Over my next drink he wanted to know about why I was here and what I was doing. I kept it to the SparksNotes version and highlighting the desire for freedom and having fun. I may have been coming off a little slutty, but he didn't mind. He had approached me with one thing in mind. <br><br> My next drink was left on the bar as we headed out to his hotel -- when I heard he had an early flight I mentioned that he probably wanted to be getting back soon then. <br><br> Even the lower tier hotel was an improvement over Nonna's, so it felt like we were making out on a cloud. <br><br> My fingers slid through his thinning, gelled hair as his fingers slid my <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>underwear<<else>>dress<</if>> off. We laughed drunkenly through the story he had for not being prepared with protection. <<if $Body.fertile == true>>Then we had an inebriated laugh through how I was always unprepared and hi-fived over being teammates on squad 'oops'.<<else>>Then we had an inebriated laugh through why he even brought it up, because I had it taken care of. A hi-five for being a 'champ.'<</if>> <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "And then we were at it...">> <<face ahego>> <<outfit naked>> And then we were at it. Despite his early morning flight and the drinks in our system, we fucked three times that night. I think I wanted the disconnect from the others. I think he liked the random, last night pussy that he could talk about with his buddies at the next Yankees game. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>> Maybe I shouldn't have been that drunk, because hearing him grunt about how good my pussy was had me asking if he wanted to cum in me and he said yes. That was all that was said and I cooed each time I felt him making my pussy gooey. <<cumSpray pussy2 mound1 thighs2>> <<else>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> I was thankful for the drunkenness because though he tried to pull out, I was 'too good' and he pumped his load inside me. He chuckled something about team 'oops' and a comment about how it was too late now. I didn't agree or disagree, but he took that as a go ahead. <<cumSpray pussy2 mound1 thighs2>> <<else>> Thankfully he had pretty good pull-out game. While it was annoying to fuck afterward being crusty and sticky, at least he was doing his part. <<cumSpray mound2 thighs2 body2 facial1>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> I was too drunk and so was he, but thankfully we -- I -- didn't have anything to worry about really. He grunted the night away about how good my pussy was and I cooed encouragingly as it followed with him making it gooey. <<cumSpray pussy2 mound1 thighs2>> <</if>> <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "I woke up the next morning...">> <<outfit Yankees>> I woke up the next morning with the hotel room empty and nothing to remember TJ except the post-fuck sensations inside me and that Yankees shirt. Which I kept, because why not. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 1>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck TJ M "TJ, Yankees Shirt Guy">> <br><br><br> So many cities, so many nights, so many options, and nothing holding me back. I loved [[going out|GY007 - HostelHookups]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
/* IMAGE (Needed): The beast with two backs on the top-bunk in a hostel bedroom */ <<set _hostelHooks = new Map([[]])>> <<run _hostelHooks.delete(undefined)>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> I had left home as a virgin. Being afar and around so many people, so many //different// people who didn't know me and no one back home knew what I got up to afforded more than a few opportunities to venture into the sexual landscape. <br><br> <div id = "virgin"> I kept <<link "waiting">><<replace "#virgin">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> But everything being different didn't make it feel 'special'. The feel of the rough-spun linens, the random places I'd end up staying and sleeping, the lack of connection with essentially anyone...and knowing that it would essentially be one and done? None of that felt particularly attractive to me as a 'first time'. Definitely not the story that I wanted to hold on to. <br><br> Everyone around me was in a haze of hormones, which made sleeping often difficult at best. I definitely now knew -- intimately -- a lot more about sex. The smells, the sounds, the duration. I had a sexual learning without diving in. <br><br> Which was enough for [[me|GY008 - LMO]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br> So I figured <<link "now">><<replace "#virgin">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> /* pull one random hookup from available list (composed below) based on GY.goal, GY.friend, GY.location */ <<include "GY007 - HostelHookups_Setup">> <<set _tempArr = []>> <<set _currKey = ''>> <<for _key, _value range _hostelHooks>> <<set _tempArr.push(_key)>> <</for>> <<set _currKey = _tempArr.random()>> <<print _hostelHooks.get(_currKey)>> <<set $Body.virgin = false>> /* TODO: (Fict) Is this gendered? */ <<set $Body.vCard = _currKey>> <br><br> And that's how I lost my [[virginity|GY008 - LMO]]. <</replace>><</link>> was as good a time as any. </div> <<else>> <<if $GY.Jordan == true>> From time to time, Jordan and I would end up in the same bunk -- monetarily driven or not -- but it was rare. Common was the annoyance and bristly nature Jordan had after listening to me fucking through the night next to <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>>. Meh, I needed to get mine. Deal with it. <br><br> <<else>> Jordan was the person I spent the most time with, but not a person that ever crossed into my bed. Well, except that time we needed to save on cash. But we didn't hook up. And maybe <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> was offended, because I definitely had to deal with constant annoyance and a bristly reaction on mornings after <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> endured hearing me getting fucked through the night in the same room. Meh. I needed to get mine. Deal with it. <br><br> <</if>> /* pull two options from available hookup lists (composed below), until total number of selections == $Stats.Traits.Easy.value ; if pulling from both lists (because CC.sexuality == 0) we need to make the lines unique. Ex: only one possible pull from Dachau so they can't have both the male and female version of the same event.*/ <<set _hooksupLeft = $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value>> <<set _clickedOn = 0>> <<include "GY007 - HostelHookups_Setup">> <div id="display"> </div> <div id="buttons"> <<include "GY007 - HostelHookups_Display">> </div> <</if>>
<<set _biSwitch1 = false>> <<set _biSwitch2 = false>> <<set _biSwitch3 = false>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <<set _biSwitch1 = random(0,1)>> <</if>> <<switch $GY.goal>> <<case 1>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || _biSwitch1>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Gal, visiting Dachau", "I was an emotional wreck after Dachau. There was a leggy brunette in town afterward -- she had come to visit the camp as well to get perspective on her people's history. It wasn't a pity fuck, but I felt compelled to be close, to feel her against me. Pleasure for pain. And she needed the release as well.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Holly, at Versailles", "There was this cute, bespectacled red-head wandering the halls of Versailles. She was the most eye-catching thing. Something demure. I didn't know if the approach would work with such a shrinking violet, but we ended up in the gardens, hands working down each others pants. Finding her glasses afterwards was a quick scramble.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Francesca, in Florence", "I was wandering Centrale Firenze, picking through produce for the evening when Francesca brushed my hand over some ripe tomatoes. We made eye contact and laughed. We didn't have much common language, but it was clear where things were headed: her place for a home-cooked meal and a different bed for the evening.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Melody, in Salzburg", "Melody was a music conservatory student absorbing the atmosphere in Salzburg. She was on a bench, cutely bopping to some non-Classical music when I sat beside her. We shared an earbud for a bit and then shared her room that night. She had a beautiful voice.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Fiona, Stable girl", "I had made my way 'backstage' of the Lipizzaner show to see them up-close and personal. Fiona was treating me to a little tour to see the beautiful horses, but I was most interested in her coltish legs. It was a smelly romp in the hay -- literally -- but the straw wasn't too noticeable in her hair afterwards.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Gal, visiting Dachau", "I was an emotional wreck after Dachau. There was a lanky brunette in town afterward -- he had come to visit the camp as well to get perspective on his people's history. It wasn't a pity fuck, but I felt compelled to be close, to feel him against me. Inside me. Pleasure for pain. And maybe some biological imperative to replace the lost. And he needed the release as well.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Holland, at Versailles", "There was this cute, bespectacled red-head wandering the halls of Versailles. He was the most eye-catching thing. Something demure. I didn't know if the approach would work with such a shrinking violet, but we ended up in the gardens, hands working down each others pants. Finding his glasses afterwards was a quick scramble.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Franco, in Florence", "I was wandering Centrale Firenze, picking through produce for the evening when Franco brushed my hand over some ripe tomatoes. We made eye contact and laughed. We didn't have much common language, but it was clear where things were headed: his place for a home-cooked meal and a different bed for the evening.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Mel, in Salzburg", "Mel was a music conservatory student absorbing the atmosphere in Salzburg. He was on a bench, cutely bopping to some non-Classical music when I sat beside him. We shared an earbud for a bit and then shared his room that night. He commented on my beautiful voice.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Finneas, Stable boy", "I had made my way 'backstage' of the Lipizzaner show to see them up-close and personal. Finneas was treating me to a little tour to see the beautiful horses, but I was most interested in his wiry physique. It was a smelly romp in the hay -- literally -- but the straw wasn't too noticeable in his hair afterwards.")>> <</if>> <<case 2>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || _biSwitch1>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Maaike, in the Red Light", "I had been checking out the Red Light because...that's what you do in Amsterdam...and saw Maaike in one of the windows. I was stopped short. I had never thought of myself as 'that' kind of person, but I spent the money and spent the night with Maiike.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Jana, at a Prague Rave", "I don't know what I was rolling on, but I was having a fantastic time. I don't actually remember anything from that night, but I do remember waking up the next morning next to this girl named Jana. We hooked up, but sadly I don't remember what happened.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Natalya, at a hostel outside Bratislava", "I had been told about this crazy fun place to meet up in Slovakia and it was a place seemingly //stocked// with hotties. Natalya was one of them and surprisingly down. She looked better without her clothes off and even better post-coital. No wonder people talked about that place.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Daleyza on a beach in Ibiza", "Ibiza is the party of all parties and did not disappoint. Daleyza was wearing next to nothing on the beach and it suited her. There was a playfulness in her eyes and she must have seen the need in mine. A part of me worried I was missing out on the party as we cavorted in the sand, but it was Ibiza. This was part of the party. And the party was still raging when I got back, high on endorphins.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Freida at an underground in Berlin", "As if the underground party site wasn't exclusive enough: there was a back room. Once I knew about it, I had this need to get back there and I'm very glad I did. Freida's nose was caked with snow and she was excited. I think I wasn't the first person for her that evening, but we enjoyed the couches all the same.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Maes, in the Red Light", "I had been checking out the Red Light because...that's what you do in Amsterdam...and Maes approached me. He was checking it out for different reasons and couldn't be convinced I wasn't working. I made a little extra cash though I don't think he needed it, nor do I know how to feel about it.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Vaclav, at a Prague Rave", "I don't know what I was rolling on, but I was having a fantastic time. I don't actually remember anything from that night, but I do remember waking up the next morning next to this guy named Vaclav. We hooked up, but sadly I don't remember what happened.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Pax, at a hostel outside Bratislava", "I had been told about this crazy fun place to meet up in Slovakia and it was a place seemingly //stocked// with hotties. Pax was one of them and expected me to just be down. Everyone else seemed to be, so I went with the flow. Afterwards, he tried to convince me to go out with them that evening, but I decided against it. Never saw him again.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Sergio on a beach in Ibiza", "Ibiza is the party of all parties and did not disappoint. Sergio was wearing nothing on the beach, drinking and staring out at the ocean. And then he was staring at me. Playfulness in my eyes and I saw the need in his. A part of me worried I was missing out on the party as we cavorted in the sand, but it was Ibiza. This was part of the party. And the party was still raging when I got back, high on endorphins.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Wolfgang at an underground in Berlin", "As if the underground party site wasn't exclusive enough: there was a back room. Once I knew about it, I had this need to get back there. It wasn't too difficult once I met Wolfgang. I don't know if -- and seriously doubt -- I was the first girl to make it to those couches, and maybe not the last, but I got to enjoy myself all the same.")>> <</if>> <<case 3>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || _biSwitch1>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Pia, on the Amalfi Coast", "Sipping limoncello, looking out over the gorgeous coastline, Pia dropped into the seat next to me, 'Pretty.' She meant me. She was local to the area and knew all the good spots to eat and drink, and I showed her what I knew about eating as well. It was a hedonistic romp and maybe better than the coastline.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Avena, in Tuscany", "It was only a day trip, and there wasn't much to do except drink wine. So I did. A lot of wine. Never knew I could black out on the stuff, but I certainly did, waking up the next morning next to someone who didn't exactly fit the bill of my 'type,' so I've tried to shy away from wine ever since.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Phoebe, in Lesbos", "I used to laugh about the Greek islands being called what they were. But they were absolutely gorgeous, all names and kidding aside. And while I was enjoying feeling like I was off in some far-flung, exotic location, I actually reinforced their name. There was this dainty girl named Phoebe who happened to be laying out next to me one day and laying under me by the evening. Guess they came by their name honestly.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Leota, in DisneyLand", "DisneyLand Paris was like getting away while being at home, but it was fun and certainly an escape. I had run into this girl in line and learned that her name was straight out of the Haunted Mansion -- Phantom Manor -- and decided to ride with her. We got a little hot and heavy and learned that they had cameras everywhere. So we were scrambling to escape again, this time from security, but were summarily banned from the park for 'lewdness'.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Camilla, on the slopes", "Hot chocolate after skiing in the Alpine beauty was something else. And it's where I ran into Camilla. A bored daughter of wealth that was looking to hang her skiis up for the afternoon. I was more than happy to oblige, especially once I saw her accommodations. I saw them all night.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Tommaso, on the Amalfi Coast", "Sipping limoncello, looking out over the gorgeous coastline, Tommaso dropped into the seat next to me, 'Pretty.' He meant me. He was local to the area and knew all the good spots to eat and drink, and I showed him fun nights after the fun nights. It was a hedonistic romp and maybe better than the coastline.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Aristide, in Tuscany", "It was only a day trip, and there wasn't much to do except drink wine. So I did. A lot of wine. Never knew I could black out on the stuff, but I certainly did, waking up the next morning next to someone who didn't exactly fit the bill of my 'type,' so I've tried to shy away from wine ever since.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Agamemnon, in the Med", "An offer for a trip on a yacht, even with the subtext of what that implied, was hard to pass up. I wanted to get away and it sounded like it'd be in the lap of luxury while enjoying the Greek islands. He took more than his fair share of payment and it seemed like this was a typical MO for him. I felt dirty and used, but I saw places I wouldn't have otherwise.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Buzz, in DisneyLand", "DisneyLand Paris was like getting away while being at home, but it was fun and certainly an escape. I had run into this guy in line and learned that her name was straight out of Pixar and decided to ride with him. We got a little hot and heavy and learned that they had cameras everywhere. So we were scrambling to escape again, this time from security, but were summarily banned from the park for 'lewdness'.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Adelmo, on the slopes", "Hot chocolate after skiing in the Alpine beauty was something else. And it's where I ran into Adelmo. A ski instructor that seemed more interested in what I could show him than the other way around. I was more than happy to oblige, especially since it gave me access to slopes I didn't otherwise...and a lesson or two.")>> <</if>> <</switch>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <<set _biSwitch2 = random(0,1)>> <</if>> <<switch $GY.friend>> <<case "tourist">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || _biSwitch2>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Selina was in an open marriage", "Selina picked me up right in front of her husband. They were wealthy and from northern Africa. He smiled coyly and then left us alone for the rest of the evening. Maybe I was an excuse for him to get some strange too.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Sofia, oil magnate's daughter", "I have no idea how she picked me out of the crowd, but I was //selected// and she had the personality of someone who always gets what she wanted. She was in Europe for finishing school and was out on the town, using daddy's Russian oil money...and using me.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Rey, American boss bitch", "She wore a smart suit, custom-designed from her and was identifying business opportunities on the continent while also identifying other opportunities. I was one. I felt like a sugar baby for the time she was around. Money, like everything else, seemed like it didn't matter to her.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Seigfried was in an open marriage", "Seigfriend picked me up right in front of his wife. They were wealthy and from northern Africa. She barely seemed to clock him and me together and then she was gone. He said it was open and understood between them...I never learned //what// was understood, just that he fucked me.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Erdogan, oil magnate", "I have no idea how he picked me out of the crowd, but I was //selected// and he had the personality of someone who always gets what he wanted. He was in Europe visiting his daughter at finishing school, but I didn't see her around. He was from big, Russian oil money and that compensated for everything else.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Ron, American businessman", "He wore cowboy hat and boots and was identifying business opportunities on the continent while also identifying other opportunities. I was one. I felt like a sugar baby for the time he was around. Money, like everything else, seemed like it didn't matter to him.")>> <</if>> <<case "kids">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || _biSwitch2>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Winnie, on study abroad", "Winnie was studying abroad at one of the local colleges and clearly came less for the learning and more for the partying. It took a while to establish exactly where her interest lay with me, but then we were laying together often. It was fun, she was cute and a constant for me.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Tara, fellow backpacker", "Tara was on her way through town and ran into her filling her water bottle from a fountain. We exchanged some stories and ideas of where we'd been and where we should go next. The hostel was the next location which was exciting in its own right.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Jules, sneaking away from her parents", "Jules was on a european vacation with her parents. I couldn't quite peg her age, but she was in a rebellious phase. She was getting away from them and didn't have particular plans. I swooped her up and made sure she had a place to go and things to do.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Willy, on study abroad", "Willy was studying abroad at one of the local colleges and clearly came less for the learning and more for the partying. It took a while to establish exactly where his interest lay with me, but then we were laying together often. It was fun, he was cute and a constant for me.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Tor, fellow backpacker", "Tor was on his way through town and ran into him filling his water bottle from a fountain. We exchanged some stories and ideas of where we'd been and where we should go next. The hostel was the next location which was exciting in its own right.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Julian, sneaking away from his family", "Julian was on a european vacation with his family. I couldn't quite peg his age -- older -- but he was getting away from the frustrations of family. He set eyes on me and saw me as an outlet. He swooped me up and made sure he had a place to release the his pent-up tension.")>> <</if>> <<case "local">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || _biSwitch2>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Vica, tour guide", "Vica knew the ins and outs of the town: the sites to see, how to get in and get the real scoop on the area. Her ready knowledge was incredibly attractive, and useful as she was able to show me some of the more adventurous places to take off our clothes.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Alessandra, vintner", "Alessandra ran a winery out of town. She was widowed and her home was empty and sad without a family. I knew how to cheer her up, and she knew how to ensure I had to sleep off a bit too much to drink.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Caterina, petty bureaucrat", "Caterina was handling an awkward moment when I nearly got deported due to some accident. She used my situation to her advantage -- one of the few perks of being such a low-level clerk.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Vic, tour guide", "Vic knew the ins and outs of the town: the sites to see, how to get in and get the real scoop on the area. His ready knowledge was incredibly attractive, and useful as she was able to show me some of the more adventurous places to take off our clothes.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Alessandro, vintner", "Alessandro ran a winery out of town. He was a widower and his home was empty and sad without a family. I knew how to cheer him up, and he knew how to ensure I had to sleep off a bit too much to drink.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Ennio, petty bureaucrat", "Ennio was handling an awkward moment when I nearly got deported due to some accident. He used my situation to his advantage -- one of the few perks of being such a low-level clerk.")>> <</if>> <<case "work">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || _biSwitch2>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Ambrosia, sweatshop worker", "Her hands were rough, her eyes always looked moments from closing, but she still found energy for me after her nights that ended in the morning. She had worked herself to the bone and had an intensity of a woman burning at both ends.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Suri, waitress", "Suri was perpetually drunk or on something. Not too uncommon among restaurant workers, but it lowered her inhibitions -- and maybe her standards -- but it meant that I received the inebriated end of her passion and she received a way to deep sleep.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Irina, whore", "Irina worked the town's johns. And somehow, even after her work she still wanted sex. And with me. I had to quash the thoughts of who she was with and what she might be bringing with her, but goddamn was she an incredible fuck.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Dario, sweatshop owner", "Dario's life was eeking out margins and drawing every last bit of energy out of his workforce. He leveraged deportation and everything else he could drum up. There was something sinister about him, especially in how he targeted me and found his way inside. Yet somehow, even looking back I still miss him.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Aurelio, waiter", "Aurelio was perpetually drunk or on something. Not too uncommon among restaurant workers, but it lowered his inhibitions -- and maybe his standards -- but it meant that I received the inebriated end of his passion and he received a way to deep sleep.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Carmine, gigolo", "Carmine worked the town's johns. And somehow, even after his work he still wanted sex. And with me. I had to quash the thoughts of who he was with -- men or women -- and what he might be bringing with him, but goddamn was he an incredible fuck.")>> <</if>> <</switch>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <<set _biSwitch3 = random(0,1)>> <</if>> <<switch $GY.location>> <<case 1>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || _biSwitch3>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Madeline, by the Eiffel Tower", "They say Paris is for lovers, and the Eiffel tower is the emblem of passion -- I don't know if that last part is said, but I think everyone agrees. So it doesn't strike me as too odd that I ran into Madeline with her cliche beret and that we had a little fling of passion in her apartment near the center of the city.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Catalina, near the Sagrada Familia", "I don't know if I've had a stronger religious experience than walking through La Sagrada Familia. Something about the light and color just hit me at my core. And there I was, wiping tears away in a pew when Catalina approached me with a tissue. A Spaniard visiting the site for the first time as well, she and I had another religious experience later, together.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Aimee, after the Louvre", "I had been told to rush to the Mona Lisa, lest I get stuck behind the crazy crowds. So, walk-running at the opening moments of the museum, I ran into Aimee. She was also rushing the Mona Lisa and we ended up seeing more of each other's faces than the famous Da Vinci. She had a cute smile as well, enough that I could ignore the goose egg on her forehead watching her sucking at my tits.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Daria, near the Acropolis", "There's a lot of animosity regarding tourism in Greece and Daria was no exception. In fact, we encountered each other first as she was telling me to get out of her country. A diatribe of reasons and pain, but I couldn't help but be attracted to her and this passion. I don't know if I changed her mind about foreigners seeing the sites, but I know I helped her release some of that anger.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Wilhelmina, in Neuschwanstein", "Mad King Ludwig's castle is not what I expected. Nothing about the design made sense, there were rooms on top of rooms and every kind of room that you could imagine. Mina was as into the discovery process as I was and we bonded walking through the insanity, and then, caught up with our own, we searched out the Secret Grotto and shared it together, quickly, intimately, before anyone caught us.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Isak, by the Eiffel Tower", "They say Paris is for lovers, and the Eiffel tower is the emblem of passion -- I don't know if that last part is said, but I think everyone agrees. Isak chatted me up at the foot of the wrought iron and brought me back to his nearby flat. He swept me up and swept me off my feet and straight into his bed. I wondered if it came so easily to him because it was a regular thing for him.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Giovanni, near the Sagrada Familia", "I don't know if I've had a stronger religious experience than walking through La Sagrada Familia. Something about the light and color just hit me at my core. And there I was, wiping tears away in a pew when Giovanni approached me with a tissue. He was working on the building -- will it ever be complete? -- and was willing to show me a new alcove that he was working on. And then he worked on me. Dusty, teary, I left with quite an experience.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Emilio, after the Louvre", "I had been told to rush to the Mona Lisa, lest I get stuck behind the crazy crowds. So, walk-running at the opening moments of the museum, I ran into Emilio. He was also rushing the Mona Lisa and we ended up seeing more of each other's faces than the famous Da Vinci. He had a cute smile as well, enough that I could ignore the goose egg on his forehead watching him sucking at my tits.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Baptiste, near the Acropolis", "There's a lot of animosity regarding tourism in Greece and Baptiste was no exception. In fact, we encountered each other first as he was telling me to get out of his country. A diatribe of reasons and pain, but I couldn't help but be attracted to him and this passion. I don't know if I changed his mind about foreigners seeing the sites, but I know I helped him release some of that anger.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Bence, in Neuschwanstein", "Mad King Ludwig's castle is not what I expected. Nothing about the design made sense, there were rooms on top of rooms and every kind of room that you could imagine. Bence was as into the discovery process as I was and we bonded walking through the insanity, and then, caught up with our own, we searched out the Secret Grotto and shared it together, quickly, intimately, before anyone caught us.")>> <</if>> <<case 2>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || _biSwitch3>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Bodil, in Gotland", "Gotland wouldn't have been on my short list of places to go in Europe, nor a place that I would remember, but Bodil, a cattle farmer on the quaint little island made sure it was. Attracted by my foreign charms -- maybe I was her version of escape -- she was coarse, a cattle farmer leaning into the cultural differences to be aggressive. And it worked. And I worked on her farm a bit, taken in her thrall for my stint on the far-flung island.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Lorelei, in Tromso", "Going north far enough reveals some incredible beauties. Beyond being remote, beyond quaintness, there are bits of nature hidden to most of us -- like the Northern Lights. What makes them all the more magical is watching them undulate as you rock with a person like Lorelei, a little crunchy, but not adverse to doing it out in the starkness of nature, no matter who or what could be around.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Talia, on the Eurail", "Being on the Eurail was fun. There was a constant flow of new faces and places. Some were normal, business types, others were travelers like me. Talia was down on her luck and seemed to be very comfortable in that state. She needed a ticket and a bunk to crash, and some food. I obliged because she was cute enough and while I wondered how often this was what she did, we had our moment on the train. I wonder if she still remembers me.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Anne, in London", "Bland, weird food, shitty weather, and gross beer would have meant that London was at the very bottom of my list if it weren't for Anne. Her name was simple, but she could eat me out for hours -- and did. She made what was an unspired trip to the Isles insteresting at least between the sheets.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Nicolette, in Monaco", "There are places of wealth and then there's Monaco. It's like a magnet for people over a certain net worth. It was a magnet for me as well and maybe that's the point, because I could feel that people knew and Nicolette was one of them, and I was her plaything, attending to her needs and tossed aside when she found another pretty, young thing.")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Gustav, in Gotland", "Gotland wouldn't have been on my short list of places to go in Europe, nor a place that I would remember, but Gustav, a cattle farmer on the quaint little island made sure it was. Attracted by my foreign charms -- maybe I was his version of escape -- he was coarse, a cattle farmer leaning into the cultural differences to be aggressive. And it worked. And I worked on his farm a bit, taken in his thrall for my stint on the far-flung island.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Odin, in Tromso", "Going north far enough reveals some incredible beauties. Beyond being remote, beyond quaintness, there are bits of nature hidden to most of us -- like the Northern Lights. What makes them all the more magical is watching them undulate as you rock with a person like Odin, a bear of a viking, but not adverse to doing it out in the starkness of nature, no matter who or what could be around.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Remy, on the Eurail", "Being on the Eurail was fun. There was a constant flow of new faces and places. Some were normal, business types, others were travelers like me. I was a little hard-up for cash and luckily there was Remy who took me under his wing and into his cabin for the night -- saved me from getting kicked off if it meant that he got paid in trade. It was a weird moment for me, but I wasn't about to get stranded or put in jail.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Ryan, in London", "Bland, weird food, shitty weather, and gross beer would have meant that London was at the very bottom of my list if it weren't for Ryan. His name was simple, but he could eat me out for hours -- and did. He made what was an unspired trip to the Isles insteresting at least between the sheets.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Rhys, in Monaco", "There are places of wealth and then there's Monaco. It's like a magnet for people over a certain net worth. It was a magnet for me as well and maybe that's the point, because I could feel that people knew and Rhys was one of them, and I was his plaything, attending to his needs and tossed aside when he found another pretty, young thing.")>> <</if>> <<case 3>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian" || _biSwitch3>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Nora, the grifter", "Foreigner, big city, you're literally a target. And I got lifted. This woman was nearly masterful in her approach, but I was quick too. I don't know if it was the shock of making eye contact and her beauty making me smile, or if it was her shock at me catching her bringing a smile to her lips. We went to a nearby bar, used the money she would have stolen off me for some drinks as she told me about what she did. Later, she stole my panties.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Lucia, idolater", "If you had told me I would end up with someone between my legs //in// Vatican City, I would have told you that you were crazy. And it was crazy. Lucia was a fellow wanderer and we had a little passion between us, but I didn't realize how into things she got once we were near the Pope. Granted there was no way that we could do anything in one of ''those'' buildings, but we worshipped each other in the bathrooms and that felt wrong enough.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Emilia, on a gondola", "The canals of Venice may be cliche, but they certainly are intoxicating. I had already taken my requisite trip when I first arrived, but when Emilia insisted that we take a romantic little jaunt just the two of us, I relented. She seemed to know exactly where in the routes were darkest and had good luck or new a good gondolier who didn't turn around when my pants came off.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Elena, in Milan", "The center of the fashion world and Elena was a photographer. I loved the way she looked at me and the way she captured my soul with her pictures. I'm still struck by the fact that I was noticed by her, but can't argue that playing model with her in Givenchy and seeing what I looked like was an epic experience. Not to mention the sex that came afterwards. I glowed.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Aurora, in Sicily", "There was something old and traditional to Sicily. And also frightening. You hear about the Mafia being alive and well in Sicily. Well. They are. Aurora was a bedraggled wife to a local leader. We got close before I knew her connections and despite how intense our time was together, I was especially worried that he would show up one day and put me in the ground. It also made getting away harder too, would there be reprisal for leaving her behind?")>> <<else>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Davide, the grifter", "Foreigner, big city, you're literally a target. And I got lifted. This guy was nearly masterful in his approach, but I was quick too. I don't know if it was the shock of making eye contact and his sexiness making me smile, or if it was his shock at //me// catching him bringing a smile to his lips. We went to a nearby bar, used the money he would have stolen off me for some drinks as he told me about what he did. Later, he stole my panties.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Ignatius, idolater", "If you had told me I would end up with someone between my legs //in// Vatican City, I would have told you that you were crazy. And it was crazy. Ignatius was a fellow wanderer and we had a little passion between us, but I didn't realize how into things he got once we were near the Pope. Granted there was no way that we could do anything in one of ''those'' buildings, but we worshipped each other in the bathrooms and that felt wrong enough.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Marcel, on a gondola", "The canals of Venice may be cliche, but they certainly are intoxicating. I had already taken my requisite trip when I first arrived, but when Marcel insisted that we take a romantic little jaunt just the two of us, I relented. He seemed to know exactly where in the routes were darkest and had good luck or new a good gondolier who didn't turn around when my pants came off.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Oliver, in Milan", "The center of the fashion world and Oliver was a photographer. I loved the way he looked at me and the way he captured my soul with his pictures. I'm still struck by the fact that I was noticed by him, but can't argue that playing model with him in Givenchy and seeing what I looked like was an epic experience. Not to mention the sex that came afterwards. I glowed.")>> <<run _hostelHooks.set("Paolo, in Sicily", "There was something old and traditional to Sicily. And also frightening. You hear about the Mafia being alive and well in Sicily. Well. They are. Paolo was one of them and I didn't know at first. He was attractive, if a bit gruff and toxic masculinity in a bottle, but he was persistent and then he was inside me. And then I found out. It made sex afterwards incredibly frightening. And it made leaving even worse. I still wonder if I'll end up 'taken care of' simply for not staying around.")>> <</if>> <</switch>>
<<if _clickedOn lt _hooksupLeft>> <<for _key, _value range _hostelHooks>> <<capture _key>> <<link _key>> <<replace #buttons>> <<run $bodies.push(_key)>> <<set _clickedOn ++>> <<append #display>> <<print _hostelHooks.get(_key)>> <br> <br> <</append>> <<run _hostelHooks.delete(_key)>> <<include "GY007 - HostelHookups_Display">> <</replace>> <</link>> <</capture>> <br> <</for>> <<else>> <br> So, I'd say I had my full of freedom over the time away. Chance encounters, longer stints when I was in the same place for a while, it was the sexual version of my travels. Unexpected, unplanned, and [[free|GY008 - LMO]]. <</if>>
<<set $GY.bodies = ($bodies.length - $GY.baseBodies)>> <<if visited("GY002 - AfrArrival")>> <<outfit volunteer>> <<if $GY.wife == true && $Body.fertile == true>> <<set $Body.abortions ++>> <<set $Body.fertility -= 5>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Puking by a van */ The trip back was stop-and-go. And I was pretty sure I knew why. I think everyone in the van knew why. It wasn't just the jostling of the vehicle that was causing me to vomit my guts out every half hour. <br><br> I wasn't surprised, and I think the only reason I saw surprise and worry in their eyes is that I had been doing what I had been doing...on birth control of course. It just hadn't worked. I let them think that. I was too queasy to care. <br><br> When we returned to the camp, Rachel had pulled Elena aside and then I was pulled aside by Elena. <br><br><br> <<speech "Rachel">>"I was worried about this, <<print $CC.name>>. It was not smart. And we can't have you here for what's coming."<</speech>> I nodded, my head on her shoulder. <<speech "Rachel">>"You will get back on the van and take the next flight out."<</speech>> I nodded again, feeling her squeeze my shoulder. <<speech "Elena">>"I appreciate what you've done, but we shall take it from here."<</speech>> I felt awful, for so many reasons, but I nodded. <<speech "Elena">>"You have your own things to decide."<</speech>> A final nod. <br><br><br> I had a lot of alone time from then on out. My volunteering had come to an abrupt finish and I would not be able to see things through. I wouldn't be seeing any of these things through. <br><br> On the flight back, I saw some kid playing a shooting game on his phone and the repeated Game Over screens really resonated with me. If this were not real life, if this were some game, this //would// have been a Game Over for me. <br><br> I would have failed my mission -- I had. I hadn't been smart and it had cost me. <br><br><br> All the pain and discomfort that followed, I was glad to know that my life would continue. I had learned a very valuable lesson, and I would soldier on. <br><br> I spent much of the rest of the year alone in my room. Depression, but also who else was there? <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> didn't make any comments and left me to myself. It had been an incredibly awful year for me. A lot of loss. Some my fault, some not. <br><br> I was glad to see that the Ovatwa had finally gotten the Namibian government to stand down, even though it had meant they began to settle -- literally and figuratively. In some of the clips, I saw my team. I saw some of the tribe that I knew. I saw Kaze. I wondered about him, but that's all it would be. <br><br><br> Eventually, I had to start thinking about what I would do next. I couldn't just remain closed up in my room. [[Life marches on|GY010 - Home]]. <<else>> <div id="dam"> /* IMAGE (Needed): African Soldiers with guns */ The trip back was tense. No words were spoken, the bonding, closeness, touching of mere hours ago was gone. We had seen the threat not just to the Ovatwa but to our lives as well, and we were heading right back into the military maw. <br><br> Uwe and Elena were waving us down as the van approached the camp, tight smiles of welcome and import. <<speech "Uwe">>"I hope that was relaxing. They've already started to move."<</speech>> And he was right, the makeshift village was simply structures and reminders of their former presence. <br><br> We grabbed what we could from the camp and climbed back into the van, Uwe handing our driver another wad of cash, and we were on our way. <<speech "Uwe">>"That they are reticent should be clear."<</speech>> He chuckled, <<speech "Uwe">>"They had agreed to work with us and then, this morning..."<</speech>> <<speech "Elena">>"Gone,"<</speech>> finished Elena. <<speech "Uwe">>"As soon as you get uncomfortable, just drop us off, okay?"<</speech>> He patted the driver's shoulder. The man nodded and I could tell he relaxed at being released so completely from involvement. <<speech "Elena">>"It is as we suspected, they are moving in and making it as visible and impossible to move them."<</speech>> Elena turned to address us, <<speech "Elena">>"Uwe and I have decided the best thing to do would be to record, so I hope your batteries are charged."<</speech>> <<speech "Uwe">>"Only physically and actively intervene if there is a real and credible threat to these people."<</speech>> <<speech "Elena">>"And that, is a personal decision. We require nothing. You are volunteers." Elena patted Uwe's arm and he nodded.<</speech>> <br><br> It was a quiet ride. The tenseness of our return had increased ten-fold. The AC certainly couldn't abate the sheen of sweat that was less heat-induced and more from nerves. <br><br> And then we saw the military vehicles. That was where we were deposited and we could tell that the tension we were experiencing was nothing compared to what was happening on-site. <br><br> The soldiers saw us and tried to puff up and insist we back off. We pulled out our phones and began to record. Their eyes wide, their anger rising, their fingers toying at the triggers, they turned their attention to the tribal people who had ensconced themselves amongst their equipment. <br><br> We pressed forward, each of us doing our own version of journalism as we reported what we saw, what had brought us to this point and how dire the situation was. And why. The dam had been 'in the works' for decades? At this point, it clearly wasn't going to make or break the country, but it would break these people. <br><br> The cordon did not prevent our entry, the soldiers far more concerned with the repercussions should they not evict their new 'tenants' rather than some meddling kids. <br><br> And that's when I saw Kaze. He and the young girl I had seen him making eyes at were surrounded by desert camo, on the ground in front of the soldiers, and taking the brunt of the butts of AK-47s. <br><br> I rushed forward, a decision needed immediately. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> I could tell these men were in act mode, not thinking mode. And they had guns. <br><br> <</if>> <<crossroads #dam>> <<path>> Watch and record the brutality? <br><br><br> Stand by as Kaze and this woman potentially get killed? <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<face angry runny>> <<speechPC>>"Get the //fuck// away from them!"<</speechPC>> It felt impotent, to be standing so close, to watch the blows fall on people I had spent all this time with. <<if $GY.wife == true>>This person being brutalized that had been so intimately with me, inside me.<</if>> But then, a smarter soldier grabbed the brutalizer by the sleeve. A gun went <<linkexpand "off">> off, the automatic rile kicking as a spray of rounds flew into the air. Thank god that was the //air//. <br><br> That could have been me. Or them. <br><br> Everything came to a sudden stop. Men with chevrons intervened and pulled them away, and all of it was on camera. I crouched down and hugged Kaze and the girl, asking them -- bloodied as they were -- if they were okay. <br><br> Elena came over to provide the aid that she spent her life learning. <br><br> The soldiers pulled back outside their own cordon. <br><br> Johannes, Rachel, Pedro all checked on me. We all sent off our recordings. We all felt the crash of adrenaline as the light waned and we realized that likely, this was the end. And the end we wanted. <br><br> That night there was a new fire and a new village, with new people from other tribes -- with our volunteer tribe -- and we danced again. <br><br> I gave a better rendition of my arrival dance in all its glory and was cheered on far more emphatically than that first night. <br><br><br> I think we all were welcome now. And now they were welcome to the very land that they so [[rightfully deserved|GY009 - LeavingAfr]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Intervene and use my privilege for their protection? <br><br><br> Risk my life for theirs? <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<face shock runny>> <<speechPC>>"Get the //fuck// away from them!"<</speechPC>> It was some combination of a movie sequence and what I thought a movie sequence was. I pushed. I insisted. I <<linkexpand "stopped">> was <<shake 5s>>shot<</shake>>. <br><br> I don't know if it was accidental, intended, or even who pulled the trigger, but multiple punches to my body sent me to the ground. And I was staring up at the broad, blue sky. That then...got dark. <br><br><br> <<timed 3s t8n>> <<run $Memories.push("Nearly Killed")>> <<face hurt1>> Game. <<next 1s>>Over. /* IMAGE (Needed): Hospital Bedroom */ <br><br><br> <<next 2s>> I heard the words from the cot beside me. That kid would not stop playing his stupid combat game. He had no idea how real bullets and death could be. <br><br> Thank god for Elena and the Red Cross. Thank god for medical equipment being on-site. And, according to Elena, thank god for <<linkexpand "youthful resilience.">> youthful resilience. <br><br><br> If this were not real life, if this were some game, this //would// have been a Game Over for me. <br><br> I would have failed my mission -- I had. I hadn't been smart and it had cost me. <br><br><br> All the pain and discomfort that followed, I was glad to know that my life would continue. I had learned a very valuable lesson, and I would...ha...soldier on. <br><br> I spent much of the rest of the year alone in my room. Depression, but also who else was there? <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> didn't make any comments and left me to myself. It had been an incredibly awful year for me. A lot of loss. Some my fault, some not. <br><br> I was glad to see that the Ovatwa had finally gotten the Namibian government to stand down, even though it had meant they began to settle -- literally and figuratively. In some of the clips, I saw my team. I saw some of the tribe that I knew. I saw Kaze. I was glad to see him. <br><br> I wondered if my sacrifice had mattered. Had it, movie magic, brought a sudden resolution and made cooler heads prevail? Had I saved Kaze and, likely, his future wife? Not a word was spoken about what had happened on any news feeds, and while some of the clips from my team and my own recording included the gunfire, nothing of who had received the lead. <br><br> Whatever the case, I had acted. I had done something. And we had gotten the ending we wanted. I'd play with my scars as they healed and wondered how often I'd tell that story and what people would think. <br><br><br> Eventually, I had to start thinking about what I would do next. I couldn't just remain closed up in my room. [[Life marches on|GY010 - Home]]. <</linkexpand>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<elseif visited("GY002 - EuroArrival")>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A worn out backpacker's hiking pack */ There was a tingle at the back of my head. Kind of like I was feeling eyes on me. It wasn't consistent, but I also knew it wasn't just an awareness of something real -- it happened when I was alone, like the shower, or about to go to sleep. And it grew. There was that instinctive draw to run, to get away from the feeling, and so I did, in a way. I tried to fill my days more, sights, trips, whatever I could. <br><br> The tingle became a pressure, a weight, and that's when I truly knew what it was. It was my time running out. Home. 'Normal life'. It was needing to be confronted with everything I had left behind. The situation and the curiosity of anything had changed. But no word from <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> on that front told me what to expect. <br><br> Now having a name for it made me feel a greater need to run. But where to? Was that just delaying the inevitable return of the tingle? Money would eventually run out, and honestly, I was getting worn down by the nomadic-ish life. Not having roots. <br><br> I'm sure there were some people that, in crisis, just threw themselves out into the world never to return. <br><br> That wasn't me. <br><br> My return flight was booked and travel took me inexorably towards my departing airport. And the day arrived. Bag slung behind me again, I was getting ready to put Europe behind me. <<speech "Jordan">>"You sure you don't want to stick it out a bit longer?"<</speech>> Jordan chuckled. It wasn't a joke, I could tell. It was a desire, and more from <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> own fear of being in my position. <br><br> I turned, looking back at <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> and shook my head, <<speechPC>>"Can't."<</speechPC>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>He<<else>>She<</if>> nodded. I saw the shift in <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> eyes, halfway to kicking rocks and switching to steely resolve, <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> looked at me once more. <<speechPC>>"Welp."<</speechPC>> And a shrug. <br><br> Yeah. <br><br> <<if $GY.Jordan == true>> It certainly felt like the end of a relationship. We'd never firmed up what we were to each other, or what the future would be. Intwined thanks to our circumstances and randomness, and now we were finding circumstances driving us apart. <<speechPC>>"Welp."<</speechPC>> I smiled as kindly as I could, mimicking <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>>. <<speech "Jordan">>"See ya around sometime?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded, watching <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> turn around and leaving me. Not sure how hurt <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>he<<else>>she<</if>> was, and was surprised to feel a pang in myself. It made me a little upset. I turned on my heel, insisting that I move away first, faster, further. <br><br> The whole time had been to disconnect, to gain space and keep casual freedom first and foremost. We hadn't behaved like we were dating, despite that we were traveling partners. Ugh. Feels. Well, being alone again would solve that soon enough. I [[hoped|GY009 - LeavingEuro]]. <<else>> It wasn't the end of a relationship, we certainly weren't dating. The whole thing for both of us had been about disconnecting and finding a freedom. But still, we had been traveling partners. I'd miss Jordan, no matter what. <<speechPC>>"Welp."<</speechPC>> A shrug and a smile as I mimicked <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>>. <<speech "Jordan">>"See ya around sometime?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded and then lunged forward, squeezing <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> tight. Of all the memories, maybe finding a soul mate in Jordan had been the most important of all. I'd miss <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>>. <br><br> A chuckle and we were disentangled. Circumstances and randomness had brought us together and now the same thing was driving us apart. <br><br> I watched Jordan turn and leave me. It hurt, but I clung on to what I could, and maybe I'd see <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">>him<<else>>her<</if>> again? I [[hoped|GY009 - LeavingEuro]]. <</if>> <<elseif visited("GY002 - SwissArrival")>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Swiss Alps */ The snow on the peaks melted away as the Madame brought a close to our bespoke portion of the education. I could tell the others were jonesing to get out of here. They were ready to apply their knowledge, or put this BS behind them, or get to something that mattered. <br><br> True, this wasn't world-changing, but the people in the room //could// change the world. Which was a crazy concept. And I was among them. By proximity. It wasn't like I could actually affect the world at the global level. I was just some girl. Some girl who had actually attended and completed a finishing school. <br><br> I added my name to the registry alongside Princesses, Queens, prominent names of generations past. It was crazy. And it was over. <br><br><br> I was packing to return to the States -- most of the others were already gone -- when <<print $GY.friend>> came in and wrapped me in a tight hug. <<speech $GY.friend>>"Going to miss you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Me too."<</speechPC>> <<speech $GY.friend>>"Stay in touch, okay? Who knows when our paths will cross again."<</speech>> <br><br> I laughed. I hoped so, but imposter syndrome was still strong all these months later. As comfortable as I felt with <<print $GY.friend>>, it felt like an anomaly. But still I nodded and squeezed back. <<speechPC>>"I won't be a stranger."<</speechPC>> <<speech $GY.friend>>"What are you doing next?"<</speech>> <br><br> A chuckle was all I could manage: that thought had been on my mind constantly in the last week or so. <<speech $GY.friend>>"Yeah. Well, I thought all of this would have prepared you for something. You're finished now."<</speech>> It was a play on words that had lost its humor, but I smiled anyway. <<speechPC>>"Don't feel it. What are you going to do?"<</speechPC>> <<if $GY.friend == "Rian">> <<speech $GY.friend>>"Might swing around East and see if I can find some of that Chinese money. Gotta fund my ambitions somehow."<</speech>> <<elseif $GY.friend == "Lily">> <<speech $GY.friend>>"Head home. Convene with father and see what our next steps are."<</speech>> <<elseif $GY.friend == "Masenna">> <<speech $GY.friend>>"I have a few causes in mind. Now to see if they are acceptable."<</speech>> <<elseif $GY.friend == "Bekkah">> <<speech $GY.friend>>"I'm thinking, maybe, Bali. Or something else fun."<</speech>> <<elseif $GY.friend == "Alina">> <<speech $GY.friend>>"Same. We'll see."<</speech>> <<elseif $GY.friend == "Sofia">> <<speech $GY.friend>> "Business partnerships in the East. No details for you, dear."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br><br> I nodded. Well, <<print $GY.friend>> had a far better idea than I did. Another hug, a kiss on my forehead. The perfunctory ones on each other's cheeks with a 'god this is dumb' smile. And then I was [[alone|GY009 - LeavingAlps]]. <<else>> <<if Array("committed", "cheated").includes($HS.fidelity)>> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')>> <<set $GY.bodies += ($Stats.Skills['Social'].value)>> <</if>> <<set $GY.bodies += ($Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value - $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value)>> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')>> <<set $GY.bodies += ($Stats.Skills['Social'].value)>> <</if>> <<set $GY.bodies += ($Stats.Traits['Easy'].value + $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value - $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value - $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value)>> <</if>> <<if $GY.bodies gt 28>> <<set $GY.bodies = 28>> <</if>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'] = { arg1: { name: "Saxson", title: "Saxson, another expat I met at a coffee shop." , gender: "M", caption: "Saxson, another expat I met at a coffee shop." }, arg2: { name: "Omar", title: "Omar, a confident man who picked me up on a day off." , gender: "M", caption: "Omar, a confident man who picked me up on a day off." }, arg3: { name: "Javier", title: "Javier and I met on a dating app. I was lonely." , gender: "M", caption: "Javier and I met on a dating app. I was lonely." }, arg4: { name: "Osvaldo", title: "Osvaldo, one of Damien's teachers." , gender: "M", caption: "Osvaldo, one of Damien's teachers." }, arg5: { name: "Enrique", title: "Enrique, the security guard on property." , gender: "M", caption: "Enrique, the security guard on property." }, arg6: { name: "Silvia", title: "Silvia, one of Brooke's teachers." , gender: "F", caption: "Silvia, one of Brooke's teachers." }, arg7: { name: "Norma", title: "Norma, who I met picking up the kids most days." , gender: "F", caption: "Norma, who I met picking up the kids most days." }, arg8: { name: "Rosa", title: "Rosa, Maude's yoga instructor. God, was she limber." , gender: "F", caption: "Rosa, Maude's yoga instructor. God, was she limber." }, }>> <<if Array("club", "clubdrugs").includes($GY.explore)>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argclub1 = { name: "Leonardo", title: "Leonardo, an Argentinian politician who kept our relationship on the DL.", gender: "M", caption: "Leonardo, an Argentinian politician who kept our relationship on the DL." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argclub2 = { name: "Ernesto", title: "Ernesto, one of the bartenders at Rosebar.", gender: "M", caption: "Ernesto, one of the bartenders at Rosebar." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argclub3 = { name: "Graciela", title: "Graciela, one of the girl bartenders at Rosebar.", gender: "F", caption: "Graciela, one of the girl bartenders at Rosebar." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argclub4 = { name: "Monica", title: "Monica, the President's daughter who was rebelling.", gender: "F", caption: "Monica, the President's daughter who was rebelling." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argclub5 = { name: "Marcos", title: "Marcos, a //hot// Argentinian Soap star.", gender: "M", caption: "Marcos, a //hot// Argentinian Soap star." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argclub6 = { name: "Mirta", title: "Mirta, a bottle girl who I could resist.", gender: "F", caption: "Mirta, a bottle girl who I could resist." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argclub7 = { name: "Nicolas", title: "Nicolas, a promoter who got me into his club, and his bed.", gender: "M", caption: "Nicolas, a promoter who got me into his club, and his bed." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argclub8 = { name: "Alicia", title: "Alicia, a model enjoying the night after her gig.", gender: "F", caption: "Alicia, a model enjoying the night after her gig." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argclub9 = { name: "Sebastian", title: "Sebastian, a guy who could really dance...and lived up to the promise later.", gender: "M", caption: "Sebastian, a guy who could really dance...and lived up to the promise later." }>> <<elseif $GY.explore == "ski">> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argski1 = { name: "Noberto", title: "Noberto, a ski lift operator. It happened on his shift. It was COLD.", gender: "M", caption: "Noberto, a ski lift operator. It happened on his shift. It was COLD." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argski2 = { name: "Esteban", title: "Esteban, an EMT who came to my aid.", gender: "M", caption: "Esteban, an EMT who came to my aid." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argski3 = { name: "Dario", title: "Dario, an Argentinian buisinessman who might have been married.", gender: "M", caption: "Dario, an Argentinian buisinessman who might have been married" }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argski4 = { name: "Mariano", title: "Mariano, a guy who nearly killed me on the slopes and then took me home.", gender: "M", caption: "Mariano, a guy who nearly killed me on the slopes and then took me home." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argski5 = { name: "Edgardo", title: "Edgardo, an old fogey who had a crazy suite at the lodge.", gender: "M", caption: "Edgardo, an old fogey who had a crazy suite at the lodge." olderMan: true}>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argski6 = { name: "Susana", title: "Susana, a young collegiate on her 'Spring Break'.", gender: "F", caption: "Susana, a young collegiate on her 'Spring Break'." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argski7 = { name: "Nelida", title: "Nelida, a beautiful ski instructor who gave extra 'lessons'.", gender: "F", caption: "Nelida, a beautiful ski instructor who gave extra 'lessons'." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argski8 = { name: "Juana", title: "Juana, a bored trophy wife I met at the lodge.", gender: "F", caption: "Juana, a bored trophy wife I met at the lodge." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argski9 = { name: "Sandra", title: "Sandra, a snowbunny who was an equal-opportunity offender.", gender: "F", caption: "Sandra, a snowbunny who was an equal-opportunity offender." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argski10 = { name: "Liliana", title: "Liliana, an impressive Olympian training on the slopes.", gender: "F", caption: "Liliana, an impressive Olympian training on the slopes." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argski11 = { name: "Hernan", title: "Hernan, one of the locker room attendants.", gender: "M", caption: "Hernan, one of the locker room attendants." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argski12 = { name: "Felix", title: "Felix, who I met outside the sauna.", gender: "M", caption: "Felix, who I met outside the sauna." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argski13 = { name: "Marcela", title: "Marcela, a cutey I met coming off the bunny slope.", gender: "F", caption: "Marcela, a cutey I met coming off the bunny slope." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argski14 = { name: "Orlando", title: "Orlando, a fat creep...who offered a season lift pass in exchange.", gender: "M", caption: "Orlando, a fat creep...who offered a season lift pass in exchange." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argski15 = { name: "Carmen", title: "Carmen, she had broken her leg but that didn't mean we couldn't lie down together.", gender: "F", caption: "Carmen, she had broken her leg but that didn't mean we couldn't lie down together." }>> <<elseif $GY.explore == "family">> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argfam1 = { name: "Felix", title: "Felix, the Hortenses' driver.", gender: "M", caption: "Felix, the Hortenses' driver." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argfam2 = { name: "Fabian", title: "Fabian, one of Jerimieh's business associates. I never learned what he did. Besides me.", gender: "M", caption: "Fabian, one of Jerimieh's business associates. I never learned what he did. Besides me." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argfam3 = { name: "Vincente", title: "Vincente, the groundskeeper for the mansion.", gender: "M", caption: "Vincente, the groundskeeper for the mansion." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argfam4 = { name: "German", title: "German, Maude's tennis instructor.", gender: "M", caption: "German, Maude's tennis instructor." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argfam5 = { name: "Gregorio", title: "Gregorio, one of the parents I met when I picked up Damien one day.", gender: "M", caption: "Gregorio, one of the parents I met when I picked up Damien one day." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argfam6 = { name: "Ramona", title: "Ramona, one of Maude's friends who took a liking to me. Maude wasn't pleased.", gender: "F", caption: "Ramona, one of Maude's friends who took a liking to me. Maude wasn't pleased." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argfam7 = { name: "Lidia", title: "Lidia, the proctor for my placement, checking up on me.", gender: "F", caption: "Lidia, the proctor for my placement, checking up on me." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argfam8 = { name: "Olga", title: "Olga, one of the housekeepers.", gender: "F", caption: "Olga, one of the housekeepers." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argfam9 = { name: "Erika", title: "Erika, who came to visit while I was there.", gender: "F", caption: "Erika, who came to visit while I was there." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argfam10 = { name: "Andrea", title: "Andrea, just a sweet woman I met while I was out running errands.", gender: "F", caption: "Andrea, just a sweet woman I met while I was out running errands." }>> <</if>> <<if $GY.explore == "club">> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argclub11 = { name: "Segundo", title: "Segundo, a well-dressed man who bought me a drink.", gender: "M", caption: "Segundo, a well-dressed man who bought me a drink." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argclub12 = { name: "Maximiliano", title: "Maximiliano, a sophisticated gent who paid me no mind...so I had to have him.", gender: "M", caption: "Maximiliano, a sophisticated gent who paid me no mind...so I had to have him." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argclub13 = { name: "Lorenzo", title: "Lorenzo, the owner of Rosebar. Poweful, not attractive.", gender: "M", caption: "Lorenzo, the owner of Rosebar. Poweful, not attractive.", olderMan: true }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argclub14 = { name: "Teresa", title: "Teresa, a girl I saved from a grabby guy.", gender: "F", caption: "Teresa, a girl I saved from a grabby guy." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argclub15 = { name: "Blanca", title: "Blanca, another au pair enjoying a night out.", gender: "F", caption: "Blanca, another au pair enjoying a night out." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argclub10 = { name: "Beatriz", title: "Beatriz, she was on her bachelorette. A dare turned into more.", gender: "F", caption: "Beatriz, she was on her bachelorette. A dare turned into more." }>> <<elseif $GY.explore == "clubdrugs">> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argdrugs1 = { name: "Irma", title: "Irma, some random chica I hooked up with in the VIP lounge.", gender: "F", caption: "Irma, some random chica I hooked up with in the VIP lounge." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argdrugs2 = { name: "Alejandra", title: "Alejandra, some random chica I hooked up with after an especially crazy night.", gender: "F", caption: "Alejandra, some random chica I hooked up with after an especially crazy night." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argdrugs3 = { name: "Gladys", title: "Gladys, some random chica I hooked up with in the bathroom.", gender: "F", caption: "Gladys, some random chica I hooked up with in the bathroom." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argdrugs4 = { name: "Delia", title: "Delia, some random chica I hooked up with on the dance floor.", gender: "F", caption: "Delia, some random chica I hooked up with on the dance floor." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argdrugs5 = { name: "Silvio", title: "Silvio, some random guy I hooked up with in the VIP lounge.", gender: "M", caption: "Silvio, some random guy I hooked up with in the VIP lounge." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argdrugs6 = { name: "Gaston", title: "Gaston, some random guy I hooked up with in the bathroom.", gender: "M", caption: "Gaston, some random guy I hooked up with in the bathroom." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argdrugs7 = { name: "Dante", title: "Dante, some random guy I hooked up with on the dance floor.", gender: "M", caption: "Dante, some random guy I hooked up with on the dance floor." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argdrugs8 = { name: "Mauro", title: "Mauro, some random guy I hooked up with after an especially crazy night.", gender: "M", caption: "Mauro, some random guy I hooked up with after an especially crazy night." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argdrugs9 = { name: "Eugenio", title: "Eugenio, a bouncer that needed convincing for the access I needed.", gender: "M", caption: "Eugenio, a bouncer that needed convincing for the access I needed." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argdrugs10 = { name: "Gonzalo", title: "Gonzalo, a dealer I felt like giving a tip.", gender: "M", caption: "Gonzalo, a dealer I felt like giving a tip." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argdrugs11 = { name: "Rogelio", title: "Rogelio, a dealer whose product was too pricey for money alone.", gender: "M", caption: "Rogelio, a dealer whose product was too pricey for money alone." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argdrugs12 = { name: "Justo", title: "Justo, a guy who roofied me.", gender: "M", caption: "Justo, a guy who roofied me." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argdrugs13 = { name: "Ezequiel", title: "Ezequiel, an old guy angling for something young.", gender: "M", caption: "Ezequiel, an old guy angling for something young." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argdrugs14 = { name: "Sixto", title: "Sixto, a loser who knew to hunt someone high.", gender: "M", caption: "Sixto, a loser who knew to hunt someone high." }>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argdrugs15 = { name: "R...something", title: "R...something, a guy who roofied me.", gender: "M", caption: "R...something, a guy who roofied me." }>> <</if>> <<if $GY.maude gte 2>> <<set $People['ArgBodies'].argfam11 = { name: "Maude", title: "Maude, who enjoyed a little fling with her au pair as a bonus.", gender: "F", caption: "Maude, who enjoyed a little fling with her au pair as a bonus." }>> <</if>> <<if $bodies.length gte ($GY.baseBodies + $GY.bodies)>> That was what resulted from having most of a year with nothing on my plate except do my job and have fun. No one to keep eyes on me. Nobody I'd ever see again. No real friendships or connections. Kind of like...a missing [[year|GY010 - LeavingArg]]. So none if it counted, right? <br><br> /* IMAGE (NEEDED): Calendar with a circled date on it */ There was a date on the calendar that I'd be leaving this end of the world, never to return. A hard line in the sand, like a finish line. Unmoveable and fast-approaching. <<else>> <<set _unobtainedModSelection = Object.values($People['ArgBodies']) .filter(mod => mod.name ? !$bodies.find(a => a.name === mod.name) : !$bodies.includes(mod)) .shuffle() .sort((a, b) => a.gender < b.gender ? -1 : 1) >> /* List has women in front, men in back. Pops 2 women if lesbian or Bi, 1 otherwise. */ <<set _availableBodyMods = []>> <<run _availableBodyMods.push($Body.sexuality !== "straight" ? _unobtainedModSelection.shift() : _unobtainedModSelection.pop())>> <<run _availableBodyMods.push(_unobtainedModSelection.shift())>> <<run _availableBodyMods.push(_unobtainedModSelection.pop())>> <<run _availableBodyMods.push(_unobtainedModSelection.pop())>> <<run _availableBodyMods.push(_unobtainedModSelection.pop())>> <<run _availableBodyMods.shuffle()>> <<set $sexcount = true>> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand"> <<for _mod range _availableBodyMods>> <<capture _mod>> <<if _mod.name && _mod.title>> <<set _buttonText = _mod.title>> <<else>> <<set _buttonText = _mod>> <</if>> <<button _buttonText>> <<addBody _mod.name _mod.gender _mod.title _mod.caption>> <<replace #bodycount t8n>> <<include "GY010 - GYBodies_display">> <</replace>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <br><br><br> <div> <<button "Hell, I barely remember who I did or did me">> <<run _unobtainedModSelection.shuffle()>> <<for _mod range _unobtainedModSelection>> <<capture _mod>> <<if $bodies.length lt ($GY.baseBodies + $GY.bodies)>> <<addBody _mod.name _mod.gender _mod.title _mod.caption>> <<replace #bodycount t8n>> <<include "GY010 - GYBodies_display">> <</replace>> <</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <</button>> </div> <</if>> <</if>>
<ul> <<for _body range $bodies>> <li> <<set _who = _body.caption || _body>> <<if $bodiesDetails.has(_who)>> <<print `${$bodiesDetails.get(_who).prefix || ""}${_who} ${$bodiesDetails.get(_who).fuckFlavor}`>> <<else>> <<if _body.gender == "F" || _who.includes('girlfriend')>> <<set _flavorText = setup.LezFlavor.random()>> <<else>> <<set _flavorText = setup.FuckFlavor.random()>> <</if>> <<if _body.from == "HS">> <<set _prefix = setup.FuckFlavorOld.random()>> <<else>> <<set _prefix = ''>> <</if>> <<run $bodiesDetails.set(_who, { fuckFlavor: _flavorText, prefix: _prefix })>> <<print `${$bodiesDetails.get(_who).prefix}${_who} ${$bodiesDetails.get(_who).fuckFlavor}`>> <</if>> </li> <</for>> </ul>
/* IMAGE (Needed): Jet on a tarmac */ Stepping into the terminal was an instant transition. There were no monuments, no art -- well, not by a Master -- and everything was modern. //Hyper// modern. Screens, plastic, transactions, advertisements, a general banality...and screens. The automatic doors shutting behind me had brought me from a world that was new ''and'' old. A hybrid of everything that had been incredible before and the way that we'd marched on. It kind of had given a 'wow' factor to today, to see things side by side, to really emphasize our development. But now there was no comparison, except other people. <br><br> It made me think if it had been the same back then, when the cathedrals were going up, but everything felt samey. Everyone was just grinding their gears to eek out an existence. Would some of modernity end up being majestic? <br><br> Who cares. I already missed it. I felt the pressure of now and what was <<linkexpand "next.">> next. <br><br> A bit of me bucked at how easy it was to go back. No massive lines for immigration -- that'd be once I was already State-side, it was just scanning and moving through security and waiting by my gate for the flight home. And I'd get there, unpack and be back in my room. <br><br> Was I more cultured? Did I have enough time and distance from the previous year to find new perspective? Was I any different? That's really the question. <br><br> Or had it just been a waste of time. A temporary, useless escape. And I was heading right back to the exact same place I left. <br><br> I wanted to believe it was the former. But I wouldn't know until I was back, staring face-to-face with what I'd left [[behind|GY010 - Home]]. <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit africa>> <<if $PG.oops == true>> <<face hurt1>> Plan B, savior and a bitch and a half. <br><br> The cramping on the plane was awful and I got well acquainted with the plane bathroom, but everything seemed to have settled down by the time we landed in Ruacana. Safe and sound, probably babyless...unless I'd been ovulating. <br><br> <</if>> I was fucking //exhausted//. It's incredible to me how simply sitting, watching some movies, listening to music, reading a magazine or a book -- all could just knock you flat on your ass. I slept what I could, and maybe that was my mistake. <br><br> Rolling down the gangway into the airport I could feel the futile effort of the air conditioning trying to fight against the dry heat. Why did people think they should be living in places like this? Well, I guess that's unfair -- the people I was here to volunteer with, the Ovatwa had been here probably since the dawn of humans. So, it was more of a question about why civilization chose to try and fight <<linkexpand "the brutality of nature here.">> the brutality of nature here. <<image framed "passage/GY002-AfrArrival.png">> <<speech>>"<<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> A guy called out to me. Aussie? Definitely some kinda cute accent. And //he// was cute. Looked to be about my age, sporting a pair of sandals and rolled up capris. The smile came easily as I approached, pulling my bag behind me. <<speechPC>>"Hey! Johannes?"<</speechPC>> He nodded and took the bag from me, guiding me away from the crowds and through the airport. <<speech "Johannes">>"How was the flight? You need the bathroom...anything?"<</speech>> It was nice to know that here I'd still enjoy English companions. <<speechPC>>"No, fine. Thanks. I know, I look like shit."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Johannes">>"Oh, uh no. You look...<<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 6>>incredible<<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>>great<<else>>good<</if>>."<</speech>> Was he hitting on me? <<speechPC>>"Thanks. So, been with them long?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Johannes">>"Yeah. A few months. Pretty incredible stuff. They're so confident in their ways and so easily able to resist modernization. It's crazy admirable."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Except for the issues it's bringing between them and the government."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Johannes">>"Well, yeah. But like...we thought the nomadic elements of these people had died out, become more like their settled cousins--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You like a sociologist or something?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Johannes">>"Eventually, maybe. Anthropology is what I've been majoring in."<</speech>> We climbed into a beat up van that had been waiting for <<linkexpand "us.">> us. <<image framed "passage/gy.africa-van.png">> <<speechPC>>"Oh, yeah this is sort of a pre-college thing for me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Johannes">>"Wow. I don't know of many people that'd make that kind of sacrifice."<</speech>> Was it a sacrifice? I definitely seemed at odds with my contemporaries. Maybe I'd have that in common with <<linkexpand "the tribal people.">> the tribal people. <br><br><br> We spent the five hours on standard roads and the couple hours overland learning about each other and him bringing me up to speed on the situation as well as our companions. It was a small group of volunteers from across the world that had decided to take it upon themselves to bring the conflict over the Dam to some sort of resolution. It had been going on for years and the government was applying military pressure to force the issue. The resistance had been the settled people of nearby tribes until what looked like the last remaining Ovatwa nomadic tribe was brought into the international spotlight. They were fighting back and a gorgeous -- if horrific -- photo from National Geographic had brought it all to a head. <br><br> There were two elder 'leaders' of the effort: Uwe from the UN, and Elena from the Red Cross, alongside some other younger volunteers like ourselves: Pedro from Mexico and Rachel from Israel. The six of us would be trying to mediate and de-escalate the situation and bring about some sort of compromise, if possible. Why we were being trusted with something this momentous? I couldn't say, but there was clear pressure on the Namibian government and no one else who seemed willing to be involved. <br><br> At the very least, it'd be a story and a great look on my college resume, if I did decide to apply. <br><br><br> In the meantime, the excitement of arrival had dissipated into the oppressive heat, bleak desert landscape, pain of travel and the encouraging rocking of the van. Johannes had fallen asleep on my shoulder. If it weren't for the drool, it was incredibly [[endearing|GY003 - TribalCustoms]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit africa>> <<image framed "passage/GY003-TribalCustoms.png">> <div id = "arrive"> It was nightfall when the van pulled up to a verdant little section at the base of the Baynes mountains. Waterfall and its collection nearby provided the healthy greenery where the tribe was currently nestled. The plastic of our tents were iconoclastic even with the couple hundred yard distance to the wood and mud huts of the tribe. It was sad -- they had to accept some sort of incursion to allow them to remain the way they were. It felt wrong. <br><br> We clambered out of the van, Johannes wiping his chin and trying to shake off the cloud of sleep. He gave a little smile and motioned me over to my tent, where I happily climbed in, shoved my roller bag aside and dropped ontop of the sleeping bag before accepting the sweet and needed embrace of <<link "slumber">><<replace "#arrive" t8n>> I woke to the sauna of the tent, my clothes soaked through. I peeled them off and flicked them wetly aside as I unzipped my bag and dug through for a towel to de-dampen my moist skin. <br><br> <<speech "Johannes">>"You up?"<</speech>> It was Johannes tapping at the plastic doorway. <<speechPC>>"Uh, yeah. Just getting decent."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Johannes">>"Yeah, sleeping naked is definitely the way to go."<</speech>> He chuckled and I watched his shadow standing nearby as I hurried myself to a better state of dress, and dry. <br><br><br> We made our way over to the main tent where I was introduced to the others officially and welcomed with a warm breakfast. <<speech "Rachel">>"Welcome ceremony again tonight."<</speech>> Based on the accent, I assumed it was Rachel. <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">>She was fucking hot.<<else>>She was a gorgeous girl.<</if>> <<speech "Rachel">>"So, just fair warning here. <<print $CC.name>> , yeah?"<</speech>> I nodded. <<speech "Rachel">>"They're a highly sexual people. The men will want to take a crack at you. It's...relatively...respectful. And very culturally expected."<</speech>> That explained the vagueness that Johannes had gone into on our van-ride over. There were moments of clear discomfort and he skirted the edges of things that now made sense. <br><br> We remained at the outskirts of the tribe during the day as I was given the rundown of the current situation by Elena and Uwe while we observed them in their day-to-day. Very little clothing, lots of breasts, bodies adorned with leather and hair of the women caked and dyed red. And while you're watching them, they're definitely watching you with a fascination. <br><br><br> Everything that had been said or unsaid made sense that evening during the <<link "ceremony">><<replace "#arrive" t8n>> Children sprinted out to the tents to welcome and draw us in to their fires. They were singing and dancing rhythmically while a cluster formed around me, cooing and pawing at my skin and hands, fingers tugging and toying at the edges of my clothing. I couldn't help but be enamored both by the beauty of their ritual, but also with their attention and fascination of...me. <br><br> <<if $Body.skin == "black">>And it felt weird. Standing next to them, seeing their hands on me, we weren't so different. And I was being treated like some oddity. Was I wrong being who I am and being here, beside them and trying to 'help' from the outside rather than from within? <<elseif $Body.skin !== "white">>While I didn't look exactly like the Europeans that had changed this continent for generations -- outside invaders picking it clean for its resources and people -- I looked far more like them than I did the people that were pawing at my skin. The visible differences between us making the social and subtextual ones very apparent. <<else>>Man did I feel //weird//, seeing their hands on me as they were in awe. The positive emotions that were flowing out of them about how I looked made me feel so weird. Why did my appearance make them fascinated and impressed? <</if>> <br><br> /* IMAGE: Fire at the Tribal village */ They'd formed a crescent, clapping and stomping the ground. The men were nearby, watching and clapping along as they watched the women and children each doing their own interpretation of a dance and taking turns by the fire. Everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves -- especially me. And then, suddenly, I was being pulled off my ass and towards the center by one of the younger girls, <<speech "Rachel">>"Careful..."<</speech>> came Rachel from beside me as they all let it happen. <br><br> They wanted //me// to dance. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<crossroads #arrive>> <<path>> Whew. Oh, buddy. Here we go. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> I brought my own flavor to the dancing. What would it be? <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("Ballet1")>> <<linkreplace "Ballet">> My boots weren't too pliant, but I danced as if we were on marley, focusing on my lines and grace of movement. It was quite well received, hearing the women oohing pleased from the circle. <</linkreplace>>? <</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("HipHop1")>> <<linkreplace "Hip Hop">> It was not too dissimilar from what they were doing as I rocked and shifted my body to an internal beat. It was hips and tits, thighs and ass, popping my pussy and all highly sexual. And very well received. The men hooted from the sidelines. <</linkreplace>>? <</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("Ballroom1")>> <<linkreplace "Ballroom">> The girl who had brought me out became my dance partner. We waltzed on our makeshift dance floor and my new friends clapped and I could hear them pretending to be courtiers. <</linkreplace>>? <</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("Contemporary1")>> <<linkreplace "Contemporary">> It was a far cry from the hit and plant of the other women, but I brought my emotionality and flow to my movement and the atmosphere changed to a respectful and entranced quiet. <</linkreplace>>? <</if>> Emulate what they're <<linkexpand "doing?">> doing? <br><br> And so I bounced and clapped and tried my best to follow what I had been seeing. They hooted and laughed along with me, appreciating my attempts. <br><br> And right as I was getting into it, I realized there were a couple others around me, pulling up on my top. At first, I laughed at the playfulness, but then realized that they wanted me to join them as women were: topless. <br><br> <<crossroads #arrive>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> I felt a pulse in my pussy and was helping them pull my top off me without a second thought. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't an Exhibitionist. <<contents>> <<upper>><<set $GY.joinedIn = true>> <<if $Body.braless == false>> <<face happy>> <<bra>> I reached back to unclasp my bra and flung it aside. <</if>> I smirked over at the men from the tribe and got bright toothy smiles in response as my tits came free. I knew it wasn't because of...tits. It was because they knew how Western society was, while I defied it all. I danced freely, emphasizing movement that made my <<if $Body.tits == "small">>pert little chest<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky handfuls<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>weighty breasts<<else>>swaying and heavy tits<</if>> bounce with extra vigor. <br><br> My team enjoyed it because, well they were seeing them. The tribe enjoyed the sight because of the 'newness' of what I had to offer. And there I was, going 'native' and as breast-free as the rest of the women around. I continued my dance and it became a little group event, all of the women welcoming me as I met them at their level. <br><br> A couple girls jabbered away, eyeing at my chest as we frolicked together. <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Left Nipple") or $Body.piercings.includes("Right Nipple")>>One even reached out to flick my piercings and smiled at me, surprised at my affectation.<</if>> <br><br><br> The dancing settled down and I started walking over to the group, looking around for where my shirt had gone. One of the tribesmen, on the younger side and probably even younger than I was brought it over to me, <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> He smiled. <<speech>>"Welcome."<</speech>> I nodded back as I took the shirt. <<speech>>"You like our ways?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I do."<</speechPC>> And to show him I meant it, I kept my shirt off the rest of the evening. Plus, I appreciated the attention. <<speech "Rachel">>"Not too careful."<</speech>> Rachel laughed as she patted my thigh. <<speechPC>>"Eh, nothing happened."<</speechPC>> Shrugging it off and heading back to the tents with everyone else, I finally put my shirt back <<link "on.">><<outfit africa>><</link>> <br><br><br> I felt [[welcomed|GY004 - TribalConflict]] and I hoped that they were happy to have me. <<path $Body.braless is true>> I was most of the way there, not like my top was doing much to keep them in. So, it came off without argument. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't go braless. <<contents>> <<set $GY.joinedIn = true>> <<upper>> I smirked over at the men from the tribe and got bright toothy smiles in response as my tits came free. And I knew it wasn't because of...tits. It was because they knew how Western society was, and here I was, defying it all. I danced freely, emphasizing movement that made my <<if $Body.tits == "small">>pert little chest<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky handfuls<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>weighty breasts<<else>>swaying and heavy tits<</if>> bounce with extra vigor. <br><br> My team enjoyed because, well they were seeing them. The tribe enjoyed because of the 'newness' of what I had to offer. And there I was, going 'native' and as breast-free as the rest of the women around. I continued my dance and it became a little group event, all of the women welcoming me as I met them at their level. <br><br><br> A couple girls jabbered away, eyeing at my chest as we frolicked together. <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Left Nipple") or $Body.piercings.includes("Right Nipple")>>One even reached out to flick my piercings and smiled at me, surprised at my affectation.<</if>> <br><br><br> The dancing settled down and I started walking over to the group, looking around for where my shirt had gone. One of the tribesmen, on the younger side and probably even younger than I was brought it over to me, <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> He smiled. <<speech>>"Welcome."<</speech>> I nodded back as I took the shirt. <<speech>>"You like our ways?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I do."<</speechPC>> And rather than just put on the piece of cloth that wouldn't be hiding all that much -- plus I was sweaty -- I kept my shirt off the rest of the evening. <<speech "Rachel">>"Not too careful."<</speech>> Rachel laughed as she patted my thigh. <<speechPC>>"Eh, nothing happened."<</speechPC>> Shrugging it off and heading back to the tents with everyone else, I finally put my shirt back <<link "on.">><<outfit africa>><</link>> <br><br><br> I felt [[welcome|GY004 - TribalConflict]] and I hoped that they were happy to have me. <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1>> Oh, well I didn't want to offend, so I helped them take it off. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't suggestible enough'. <<contents>> <<set $GY.joinedIn = true>> <<upper>> <<if $Body.braless == false>> <<bra>> I reached back to unclasp my bra and flung it aside. <</if>> I smirked over at the men from the tribe and got bright toothy smiles in response as my tits came free. And I knew it wasn't because of...tits. It was because they knew how Western society was, and here I was, defying it all. I danced freely, emphasizing movement that made my <<if $Body.tits == "small">>pert little chest<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky handfuls<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>weighty breasts<<else>>swaying and heavy tits<</if>> bounce with extra vigor. <br><br> My team enjoyed because, well they were seeing them. The tribe enjoyed because of the 'newness' of what I had to offer. And there I was, going 'native' and as breast-free as the rest of the women around. I continued my dance and it became a little group event, all of the women welcoming me as I met them at their level. <br><br><br> A couple girls jabbered away, eyeing at my chest as we frolicked together. <<if $Body.piercings.includes("Left Nipple") or $Body.piercings.includes("Right Nipple")>> One even reached out to flick my piercings and smiled at me, surprised at my affectation. <</if>> <br><br><br> The dancing settled down and I started walking over to the group, looking around for where my shirt had gone. One of the tribesmen, on the younger side and probably even younger than I was brought it over to me, <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> He smiled. <<speech>>"Welcome."<</speech>> I nodded back as I took the shirt. <<speech>>"You like our ways?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I do."<</speechPC>> I smiled, pulling it back over my head. I had no idea where my bra went, but covering up felt like enough of a return to normal for me. That had been a crazy few moments. <<speech "Rachel">>"Not too careful."<</speech>> Rachel laughed as she patted my thigh. <<speechPC>>"Eh, nothing happened."<</speechPC>> I shrugged it off and headed back to the tents with everyone else. <br><br><br> I felt [[welcome|GY004 - TribalConflict]] and I hoped that they were happy to have me. <<path>> No way. In the West, we keep our tits in, not out. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky -->> I swatted at their hands, <<speechPC>>"No, no, no!<</speechPC>>" <br><br> And they started laughing! Continuing to pull like it was a game, tugging firmer as flashes of my <<if $Body.braless == false>>bra<<else>><<print $Body.tits>> tits<</if>> were being highlighted by the flames. One of the guys yells out in surprisingly good English something about being one of 'us' with a firm tone. <br><br> But I twisted free, trying to laugh it off as we all were giggling and I tried to complete my dance. Shaking my head and with beet-red cheeks, I returned to my friends, seeing absolutely crestfallen tribal people and most of the guys of our collective. <br><br> Rachel gave a wry little smile, <<speech "Rachel">>"Only one to not give them a show."<</speech>> I felt it like a punch to the gut. But she squeezed my thigh and laughed it off. <br><br><br> We watched them round out the evening. All things concerned, I felt [[welcome|GY004 - TribalConflict]]. <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Oh, no, no, no. I can't. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> She nodded, crestfallen but let me retreat to the others. <br><br> I could see that even my compatriots were disappointed in me, but Rachel squeezed my thigh, <<speech "Rachel">>"Well, that's certainly careful."<</speech>> And laughed. <br><br><br> We watched them round out their dance and we ended the night with broad smiles on our faces. I definitely felt [[welcome|GY004 - TribalConflict]]. <</crossroads>> <<else>> <br> Oh, no, no, no. I <<link "can't">><<replace "#arrive" t8n>> <<Stats Confident -->> She nodded, crestfallen but let me retreat to the others. <br><br> I could see that even my compatriots were disappointed in me, but Rachel squeezed my thigh, <<speech "Rachel">>"Well, that's certainly careful."<</speech>> And laughed. <br><br><br> We watched them round out their dance and we ended the night with broad smiles on our faces. I definitely felt [[welcome|GY004 - TribalConflict]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>>. </div>
<<image framed "passage/GY004-TribalConflict.png">> The next morning came and went. We fell into a gentle rhythm of living beside and amongst these people. The men had a good grasp of English and the women had enough to essentially communicate. <br><br><br> <div id="topless"> <<if $GY.joinedIn>> There was a part of me that the welcome ceremony, while being a wonderful way to start the experience, it was a bit wrong to have become 'one of us' and then reverted to normal Western behavior. <</if>> <<crossroads #topless>> <<path $GY.joinedIn == true>> Despite the recommendations of the rest of the group, I decided to dress like their women. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't join in the dance. <<contents>> <<set $GY.topless = true>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<upper>> <<bra>> And out there in the desert, it really made sense. Wearing less was not just freeing (and less washing), but was also far cooler and more comfortable. And it was quick to get used to. While the eyes from Johannes, Pedro, and Uwe were constantly not at eye-level, there was a simpatico and surprised response from the tribe that was clearly more at home with me than with any of the others. <br><br> <<path $GY.joinedIn == false>> I heard the reasoning against doing anything otherwise, so I kept my top on. <<blocked>> $CC.name joined in the dance. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<outfit africa>> I appreciated not having my team's eyes on my chest, and it seemed to be the expected response from the tribe. <br><br> <<contentsShared>> After a few weeks of getting to know who they were and how their lives would be irreparably affected if the Dam was built, there was a change in the air. The men seemed on edge and most of them were out from the camp on a daily basis. <br><br> When I brought up the change, there was a hushed and measured response from the women and completely ignoring me from the men. The latter was unsurprising -- men were the far dominant sex in the tribe and they did not take well to my attitude and general demeanor, even though it was friendly. <br><br> And then the cause for their behavior became apparent when the roar of engines started. Namibian military was on <<linkexpand "approach.">> approach. <br><br><br> /* IMAGE: Jeeps and Humvees on approach */ We rushed forward, the nylon of our tents flapping in the wind as if creating the tone of tension that we were all experiencing. Elena was at the forefront, waving her arms and walking straight towards the jeeps as they bounded across the terrain our way. <br><br> They were honking, they had weapons brandished and my heart was pounding -- would they really do something with //us// here? Flashes of the NatGeo images and their grotesque subtext flickered across my mind. <br><br><br> Soldiers dismounted the vehicles before they rolled to a stop, weaponry slung at the ready as they motioned for us to get out of their way, <<speech>>"No, no. It's time for them to move. Don't get involved."<</speech>> The man who spoke in accented English <<linkexpand "had chevrons on his arms.">> <<face shock>> had chevrons on his arms. <br><br> <<speech "Elena">>"You have no right to do this!"<</speech>> Elena stood firm. <<speech "Johannes">>"These people haven't done anything to you."<</speech>> <<speech "Uwe">>"Haven't you done enough?"<</speech>> <<speech "Pedro">>"You going to kill us all?"<</speech>> It was a cacophony from the volunteers, ranging from solid arguments to the extreme. <br><br> <<if $GY.topless == true>> A couple of the soldiers were stopped short as they saw me coming forward with the other volunteers -- surprised grins on their faces as they watched my endowments bouncing their way. <<speech>>"We moving her too?"<</speech>> <br><br> <</if>> Elena motioned us all forward into a kind of soccer-like penalty kick line, using our bodies to prevent the men with guns from doing what they came here to do. <br><br> <div id="intervene"> My heart was thudding. I had come here to make a difference and I had been welcomed by these people. But should I //do// something? <br><br> <<crossroads #intervene>> <<path>> Elena was the leader, she'd handle things. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> I stood mostly to the back, watching Uwe and Elena confront the men in camouflage. A look behind me showed the Ovatwa people going about their business as if nothing was happening -- more of a curious interest as to what was happening than any reaction to their lives being so close to being permanently altered. <br><br> They spoke with their automatic rifles. The threats were clear. <<if $GY.topless == true>>My nipples were ''rock'' hard out of fear, despite the heat.<</if>> And yet, we stood firm. And slowly, but surely, they left. <br><br> Elena pulled us all together afterwards and we let our emotions run free as we tried to release the fear and anger that had been holding us captive for the afternoon. <<speech "Elena">>"It appears that the men from this tribe and some of the other non-nomads have been seen in and around the area where the Dam is supposed to be erected. They've been passing agreed upon boundaries and we're unsure what they have been doing. We need to find out what's happening and, hopefully, keep there from being any bloodshed. What was stopped here today won't be stopped out there."<</speech>> <br><br><br> The emotionality of the talk and the fury we all felt brought about quick assent. We'd stop this. We'd do what we came here [[to do|GY005 - TribalWork]]. <<path>> No, I needed to act. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> I ran back to the tents, hearing Johannes calling after me and clearly thinking I was just turning tail. I dug through my things. <br><br> A well-placed TikTok could go viral. I grabbed my <<linkexpand "phone.">> phone. <br><br><br> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<set $GY.tiktok = true>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers ++>> <<if $GY.topless == true>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers += 9>> I dismissed the thought that my bare tits would probably get the video pulled down instantly and my account banned. Instead, I walked out with my phone aloft, talking to my camera as it got a full view of myself and framed the tribe behind me. <br><br> <</if>> /* IMAGE: POV - looking into a phone, high-angle selfie catching a pair of braless breasts */ <<speechPC>>"I've been spending time here with the Ovatwa people of Namibia. They're a lovely, peaceful and kind people. They've welcomed me with open arms. And what are the Namibians doing?"<</speechPC>> I hit the button to turn the view to the gun-toting soldiers who were frozen, watching me approach. <<speechPC>>"They're here to displace them, and if those guns don't make the message clear: kill them. You all see the images from National Geographic? It's about to happen again. We need to stop this. //You// need to stop this. Reach out to your representatives. Repost this. At people. At Namibia. This is unconscionable."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I continued my diatribe as I made sure to get close to the men, they wouldn't dare touch me. I got their faces. I got their name tags. And I got them to leave. <br><br> My team was stunned and applauded as the jeeps sped off. It was not directed at me, and definitely came from a place of relief, but I could tell they were stunned and pleased at my quick intervention. We'd see if the video had any broader impact over time. <br><br> Elena pulled us all together afterwards and we let our emotions run free as we tried to release the fear and anger that had been holding us captive for the afternoon. <<speech "Elena">>"It appears that the men from this tribe and some of the other non-nomads have been seen in and around the area where the Dam is supposed to be erected. They've been passing agreed upon boundaries and we're unsure what they have been doing. We need to find out what's happening and, hopefully, keep there from being any bloodshed. What was stopped here today won't be stopped out there."<</speech>> <br><br><br> The emotionality of the talk and the fury we all felt brought about quick assent. We'd stop this. We'd do what we came here [[to do|GY005 - TribalWork]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Maybe our distance was to our detriment. We needed to go fully native. I stuffed my bag and dragged it out of the tent. <<contents>> <<set $GY.native = true>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<feet>> <<socks>> <<lower>> I dropped my shorts and kicked off my shoes, losing my Western clothing behind as I made my way over to the huts by the waterfall. I have no idea what was happening behind me, but I saw the women of the tribe laughing and clapping happily -- so blissfully unaware of the crisis -- and the men were grinning, seeing me in a way that even the women of the tribe didn't bare themselves except in private. /* IMAGE: Tribal Hut */ <<speechPC>>"Where can I stay?"<</speechPC>> My heart was pounding. I was trying to just bull my way through the emotion that was fighting my impulse, that was trying to get me to recant and turn back. The woman I asked shied away and ignored me. One of the men stepped forward. He was young. <<if $GY.joinedIn == true>>Oh. He was the one from the welcome ceremony.<<else>>I had noticed his attention most days and he was probably younger than I was.<</if>> <<speech>>"With me."<</speech>> His broad smile could not have been bigger, his hand kindly sliding over mine to take the bag's handle from me. I felt the roughness of his skin. I felt the breakdown inside about to win, so I nodded and let him guide me to his hut. <br><br> I was so on display and I so dearly wanted the privacy of inside, enduring the embarassment of what I was showing as I bent over and crawled inside into the deep earthy smell of the hut. <<speech "Kaze">>"My name. Kaze."<</speech>> He patted his bare chest and smiled, leaving the light of the doorway, leaving me to myself. I couldn't bear to walk out, so I calmed down in the cool and dark of the hut, hoping that my choice had forestalled the soldiers. <br><br><br> My mind was preoccupied, though, wondering what this decision would mean. What did joining the tribe mean [[for me|GY004 - HutNight]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/GY004-HutNight.png">> I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how to make the best of what was in my bag. What would work as tribal? What could be co-opted? What would just have to wait in the bag. I was committed at this point and clearly the team wasn't going to fight me in my decision. I was left perfectly alone. Well, at least we all hadn't been killed -- so maybe this //had// worked. <br><br> It wasn't the first time I'd been in my 'room' sitting around naked, but it was far different when your floor is literally dirt and the bed can poke you as much as the ground. But still, the privacy was useful while I decided what to do in regards to my tribal status. <br><br> <div id="clothes"> <<crossroads #clothes>> <<path>> I could tear up what I had into my own version of tribal clothing <<contents>> <<outfit tatters>> <<set $GY.nativeStyle = "tatters">> <<Stats Stable -->> I took little peeks out of the doorway and used my memory as I worked my hands raw, tearing the lighter clothing I had and knotting strips into a kind of loincloth. I'd keep decent and hopefully fit in well-enough. A kind of bastardization of their culture? Or an honorific as I brought my culture to theirs? We'd see. <br><br> Kaze chuckled when he climbed into the hut as the sun went down, eyeing my mostly bare body and the attempt at their clothing around my hips, <<speech "Kaze">>"Not bad."<</speech>> He nodded as he slid in next to me, not much room in his 'one bedroom apartment'. <br><br> His hands confidently slid onto my skin as <<linkexpand "he got close.">> he got close. <<speechPC>>"W-what are you...doing?"<</speechPC>> I tried to scoot away, his hands gripped at my hips firmly, a frown on his face. <<speechPC>>"I'm not your wife."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kaze">>"My house. My guest. Woman guest."<</speech>> He leaned in and began sucking at my <<linkexpand "tits...">> tits, I gasped out and squirmed a bit. I wasn't sure what to do. I knew that these people had a very polyamorous and polygamous sexual attitude. Men offered their wives to guests and men expected women to submit. I was in Kaze's house and I was taking his hospitality, which -- me being female -- meant he got to take me. <br><br> I hadn't thought about this, just been impulsive and thought I was being clever, but as my body shuddered under his ministrations and I was practically naked, my mind frantically was trying to parse a way forward. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> I could ask to see if there were spares that the tribe could offer me. <<contents>> <<outfit native>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<set $GY.nativeStyle = "tribal">> I peeked my head out of the hut and waved over one of the more familiar women, who was smiling at me, <<speech>>"Yes?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Um. Can I have...something to wear?"<</speechPC>> I motioned at my naked form and then at what she had on. She smiled and nodded and I quickly ducked back inside. Minutes passed and she returned with some leather trappings that we worked around my hips and even an adornment around my neck. It probably looked ridiculous, but she didn't seem to care. <br><br> Kaze chuckled when he climbed into the hut as the sun went down, eyeing my mostly bare body and the traditional clothing around on me. It was not what he had expected. <<speech "Kaze">>"I like."<</speech>> He nodded as he slid in next to me, not much room in his 'one bedroom apartment'. <br><br> His hands confidently slid onto my skin as <<linkexpand "he got close.">> he got close. <<speechPC>>"W-what are you...doing?"<</speechPC>> I tried to scoot away, his hands gripped at my hips firmly, a frown on his face. <<speechPC>>"I'm not your wife."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kaze">>"My house. My guest. Woman guest."<</speech>> He leaned in and began sucking at my <<linkexpand "tits...">> tits, I gasped out and squirmed a bit. I wasn't sure what to do. I knew that these people had a very polyamorous and polygamous sexual attitude. Men offered their wives to guests and men expected women to submit. I was in Kaze's house and I was taking his hospitality, which -- me being female -- meant he got to take me. <br><br> I hadn't thought about this, just been impulsive and thought I was being clever, but as my body shuddered under his ministrations and I was practically naked, my mind frantically was trying to parse a way forward. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> I didn't feel comfortable wearing theirs or destroying my own. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<set $GY.nativeStyle = "nude">> <<outfit naked>> I wasn't about to reduce my clothing to trash, didn't want to offend them by mimicking their style, nor did I think it was right to take their clothing. I could eventually make my own maybe, if I learned. But at the end of the day, what their women wore was not much different than plain nudity. So...nude it was. <br><br> Kaze climbed into the hut as the sun went down, eyeing my bare body and wordlessly just casually <<linkexpand "climbed ontop of me.">> mounted me. There wasn't much room in his 'one bedroom apartment,' but there was enough he didn't have to be literally //on// //top// of me. <br><br> His hands confidently grabbed onto my hips as he lifted himself over me, his own hips pushing my <<linkexpand "thighs apart.">> thighs apart. <<speechPC>>"W-what are you...doing?"<</speechPC>> I tried to scoot away, he immediately tugged with his grip on my hips and got me flat on my back instantly, a frown on his face. <<speechPC>>"I'm not your wife."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Kaze">>"My house. My guest. Woman guest."<</speech>> He leaned in and began sucking at <<linkexpand "my tits...">> my tits, I gasped out and squirmed a bit. His cock was pushing against my naked pussy through the rough cloth of his wrap. He was humping against me slowly. I wasn't sure what to do. I knew that these people had a very polyamorous and polygamous sexual attitude. Men offered their wives to guests and men expected women to submit. I was in Kaze's house and I was taking his hospitality, which -- me being female -- meant he got to take me. <br><br> I hadn't thought about this, just been impulsive and thought I was being clever, but as my body shuddered under his ministrations and I was practically naked, my mind frantically was trying to parse a way forward. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<contentsShared>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[GY004 - HutSex][$GY.wife = true]] $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal") || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')>> It had been too long. Reasons and circumstances be damned. I needed to get fucked. <br><br><br> Backward, uncivilized, native, whatever. Fucking is always fucking. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't excitable or easy enough or have easy arousal. <<path [[GY004 - HutSex][$GY.wife = true]] $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 3 || $CC.maleReaction gt 2>> Being one of the tribe meant adopting their customs. <br><br><br> And so I learned their customs first-hand. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't suggestible enough or respond to men that way. <<path [[GY005 - TribalWork][$GY.repatriated == true]]>> No way. This was not what I had intended. <br><br><br> I pushed Kaze off and scrambled back to the safety of our camp. <<path [[GY005 - TribalWork][$GY.repatriated == true]] $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> I freaked. I shoved him off me and left my bag behind. <br><br><br> My only concern returning to the safety of the camp. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too stable. <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<face ahurt1>> <<speechPC>>"W-wait."<</speechPC>> I gasped out. It was going to happen, his way or the highway. But it was Africa and I had come prepared. I could see the hardness in his eyes -- and not the good kind -- forming as I lightly pushed his chest to indicate he get off me. He wasn't a mean or malicious man, that was clear because he <<linkexpand "eased up.">> looked at me, concerned. <<speechPC>>"Sorry. Just...we need..."<</speechPC>> I reached over into my bag, rooting around until I found the roll of Skyns that I had brought. <<speech "Kaze">>"What this?"<</speech>> He watched me tearing it, but knowing he would be fucking me shortly, he was getting his loincloth off, freeing where he was also hard: long, chocolatey brown and steely from the passion of youth. <<speechPC>>"It's a condom."<</speechPC>> He laughed, still confused as I pulled out the latex and scooted over to him, knees on either side of his hips, feeling the packed dirt floor unrelenting against my bare ass. My hands moved to his cock and I giggled happily hearing and watching him sigh as I took hold of his needy shaft. <<speechPC>>"Just going to put this on."<</speechPC>> Holding the base, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat, my other hand guided the condom to his surprisingly circumcised head. <br><br> His hand reached down and grasped my wrist, pulling it away, <<speech "Kaze">>"No. Nothing on."<</speech>> <br><br> I gave him my best, kind and convincing smile -- seems men were men everywhere -- <<speechPC>>"It's for protection."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He smiled cockily and patted himself on his chest, <<speech "Kaze">>"I protection."<</speech>> <<linkexpand "Not what I meant.">> So there we were, in a standoff of sorts, my one hand holding and lightly squeezing his cock around the base, him kneeling between my legs ready to pounce, and his hand holding my other hand away from his penis. I tried to slowly, lightly move my hand back and there was an instant tug away. He looked at me firmly, <<speech "Kaze">>"Not Ovatwa way."<</speech>> Reached down with his free hand, yanked the thin sheath from my fingertips and flung it aside. He pushed me down with a firm thud onto my back, <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>and instantly a thought popped unbidden into my head -- fuck this is //hot//. The Ovatwa way: unprotected sex for breeding --<</if>> tugging my knees up with his hands while using my hand on his root to make it very easy to find my cunt and <<linkexpand "...">> <<shake 5s>>''thrust!''<</shake>> <br><br> My head flicked back against the packed soil with a gasp, he grunted deeply as he thrust deeply, not pausing for a moment, beginning a rhythmic and firm drive into my core. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy")>>The lack of foreplay, but also our relative size difference was making this massively uncomfortable. He was long. I was built shallow. And he was treating me like I could take the full length. (Narrator: she could not). He seemed quite pleased, though.<</if>> <br><br> My hands grabbed at his hips, trying to soften the impact of his long cock-blows, but he was young, and a hunter, living daily in nature and unless I was trying to actually stop him, my hands were doing nothing. <<speech "Kaze">>"Good American."<</speech>> His bright white teeth smiled over me. <<speech "Kaze">>"My American."<</speech>> He slammed down, driving my ass and back against the bare ground. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>>And suddenly, I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>, a surprised squeal escaping my lips as my hands went from pushing to pulling, body able to ignore the depth of his strokes for that moment and instinctively wanting him closer, deeper.<</if>> <br><br><br> And <<linkexpand "...">> <<cumSpray mound1 thighs1 pussy1>> then he was cumming. I felt the heat bloom as his cock got impossibly hard and he pushed roughly and deep, releasing his native spunk into me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<face ahego>>The sensation sent me over, my legs curled and pulled at his lower back, drawing him into me as I panted raggedly and my upper body jerked, each thick jism blast of heat sending another wave of pleasure rocketing through me as he rocketed inside me. Lizard part of my brain hoping for another shot of semen so I could cum with him, just a bit longer and a bit harder.<<else>><<face angry>>As I felt him dumping his balls into me, I hoped that my stay within his tent wouldn't always be this urgent, this quick and always leaving me wanting.<</if>> <br><br> It was over. He breathed deeply, flashing those teeth again as he leaned down to suck at my tits<<if Array("extralarge", "huge", "large").includes($Body.tits)>>-- he seemed quite enamored with the size of my female endowment as I was with the endowment inside me<</if>>. I shuddered and mmmphed as the hut got quiet and he stayed inside me, a sandwich of Kaze, me and the ground as he slowly drifted off. And he was asleep ontop of me. <br><br> Such an exhausting day with so much novelty, confusion and stress, I gave in to sleep soon <<linkexpand "afterwards.">> afterwards. <br><br><br> He woke me as the sun began to rise and groggily, we went at it again. Part morning wood. Part because he woke ontop of me. Part because it was new. It took longer and he let me guide him this time: he could be taught, which was good. It was a good morning. <<cumSpray pussy2 mound2 thighs2>> <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> It was an absolutely unnerving day once he left and had left me leaking two loads. This was going to be regular, I hoped he would be open to oral or at least be hunting on my fertile stretch. Because out here, rhythm and luck was all I had. Especially when I noticed the string of condoms had 'disappeared' that morning, the conversation permanently off the table. <br><br> <</if>> The women of the tribe smiled broadly, seeing the Kaze stain between my legs. Just that little bit of cultural encouragement that I was following their customs. <br><br> My teammates had the opposite reaction. While they understood the societal ways of the Ovatwa and could probably respect my assimilation, the Western sensibilities, doubt, distaste and discomfort were in all of their eyes. Especially Johannes. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 1>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Kaze M "Kaze, one of the Ovatwa." "And so, Kaze became my first. In the true, Ovatwa way.">> <br><br><br> Now I was Ovatwa, American Ovatwa, as Kaze liked to remind (himself?). I was part of the [[tribe|GY005 - TribalWork_Sex]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
From that night onwards, the distinction of being a guest of the tribe could not have been more stark. Part of me was embarassed and concerned, shirking back from the outreach team, but there was also the distinct impression that they didn't want me around. Or were equally unsettled by it. <br><br> Elena and Uwe appraised me with the coolness of 'liberal' Westernism: they could rationalize and appreciate my sensativity and willingness to follow the cultural expectations of the people we were with, but beneath that was their own cultural WTF. At first, I could tell they were trying to get over themselves and allow me to maintain my position straddling both 'tribes', but after a few days there was more and more encouragement to focus on research and understanding of the Otava. To leave the aid-work to them, and the outreach and care to me. <br><br> The other teammates were far less understanding. They wore their disgust and abject offense at what I was doing on their sleeve. <<speech "Rachel">>"Didn't you do your research?"<</speech>> came one clipped comment, which I only understood later that evening. Seemed like Rachel really understood the ebbs and flows of the Otava, because that night, the full picture of Otava male-female relations was impressed upon <<linkexpand "me.">> me. /* IMAGE (Needed): Tribal hut at night, a couple tribesmen standing outside */ After a week of being his guest, I knew the rhythms. Women would wrap up at nightfall, then men would return to their huts and expect us there. Guests or wives. That night, I was reading a book, trying to steel myself for what was coming: quick, insistent and animalistic coitus and insemination. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Hey K...aze?"<</speechPC>> I had not expected to see anyone other than Kaze appear at the doorway. It was another tribesman, already freeing himself and clearly expecting to take Kaze's place. I called out: <<shake 3s>><<speechPC>>"Kaze!"<</speechPC>><</shake>> <<speech>>"No."<</speech>> It was firm, entertaining no response. <<speech>>"Guest of Kaze..."<</speech>> He pointed at the hut, then himself, <<speech>>"Guest of tribe"<</speech>> as he began to mount me. Less kind than Kaze had done the first night. <br><br> Oh. Fuck. This was worse than I had thought. Not just Kaze, but the whole male tribe. <div id="males"> <<crossroads #males>> <<path>> No way. <<contents>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Stable -->> This was not what I had intended. <br><br><br> I pushed him off -- it took effort -- and scrambled back to the safety of our camp. I just hope I'd be accepted anywhere [[now|GY005 - TribalWork][$GY.repatriated == true]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> I freaked. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too stable. <<contents>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Stable -->> I shoved him off me and left my bag behind. <br><br><br> My only concern returning to the safety of the camp. <<path ($Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value + $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value) gte ($Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value)>> It...was the Ovatwa way. <<contents>> <<Stats Sophisticated -= 2>> <<Stats Risky += 2>> <<Stats Discipline += 3>> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> <<Stats Social -= 3>> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Easy += 3>> <<face hurt2 runny>> <<cumSpray mound5 pussy2 thighs2>> I don't know if I froze or if I succumbed...or if there was some primal acceptance. But Zeraua -- as I learned his name to be -- found my thighs easily receptive of his pressure and I found him easier to accept than Kaze. He was more selfish than Kaze, but that Zeraua showed me that Kaze was a rarity. And by the end of the evening I had been introduced to the remaining men of the tribe. <br><br> Each had taken their due as member of the tribe from a female guest. Kaze, when he returned to the hut at the end of the string of his fellow tribesmen, seemed unbothered watching the final coupling. He chuckled loudly and clapped a close embrace with him, both fully naked, as they swapped places and Kaze -- my host and protector -- was the capstone. <br><br> I slept easily that night. My mind awash of confusion and strange dark dreams. <br><br> The next day, no one expected anything from me, which was good. I wouldn't have been able to walk. I also had a lot of processing to do. <br><br> Thankfully no night was like that first night, though every night entertained at least one of the tribe. They were polygamous in their way, but I quickly realized that me being me -- American especially -- meant I was receiving far, far more attention than the other shared women in the tribe. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 1>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Onene M "Onene, one of the many Ovatwa.">> <<vCardCheck Okwa M "Okwa, one of the many Ovatwa.">> <<vCardCheck Tjiseura M "Tjiseura , one of the many Ovatwa.">> <<vCardCheck Aantu M "Aantu, one of the many Ovatwa.">> <<vCardCheck Indileni M "Indileni, one of the many Ovatwa.">> <<vCardCheck Hamutumwa M "Hamutumwa, one of the many Ovatwa.">> <<vCardCheck Haikali M "Haikali, one of the many Ovatwa.">> <<vCardCheck Hishongwa M "Hishongwa, one of the many Ovatwa.">> <<vCardCheck Kaujeua M "Kaujeua, one of the many Ovatwa.">> <<vCardCheck Tjizembere M "Tjizembere, one of the many Ovatwa.">> <<vCardCheck Zeraua M "Zeraua, one of the many Ovatwa.">> <<vCardCheck Vitora M "Vitora, one of the many Ovatwa.">> <br><br><br> But I wasn't treated just as some sex object. Most of the night was spent resting, and most of the day was spent being a true member of the tribe. Bed time wasn't the only American 'contribution' as a member of [[the tribe|GY005 - TribalWork]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/GY005-TribalWork.png">> <<outfit africa>> As time passed and the conflict fell into the rearview mirror, we all fell into a comfortable routine. The excitement of my arrival and the surge of changes that coincided shifted into a day to day that was a great stretch from my American upbringing, but still found its way to being a normal that I was more than happy with. <<if $CC.grooming gte 120>> While the treatments that I had gotten growing up had made my previous years very easy -- maintaining my mound was barely a thought in my mind -- out here I really enjoyed the fruits of the pain and money. I felt bad for the other women (and even Johannes) as they complained about not having enough 'scaping' supplies. And the months were //just// beginning. I shivered at the thought of the jungle that would result. <<elseif $CC.grooming gt 0 and $CC.grooming lt 120>> While I had always been happy at how little maintaining I needed to do to my mound, out here I really saw how much of an advantage it was. Upkeep was relatively simple with my home-kit and the bits and bobs I had brought with me. Essentially I could just live my life while I listened to the women (and Johannes) bitching about a lack of 'scaping' supplies. I shivered at the thought of the jungle that would result. The months were //just// beginning. <<else>> I hadn't really given maintenance of my mound too much thought, but out here the women and I (and Johannes) quickly found a common topic of bitching about a lack of 'scaping' supplies. They ran out practically right away, and it's not like the environment really suited itself to pubic care anyway. The jungle in our desert grew quick and hungrily. I couldn't wait for a return to civilization. <</if>> <br><br> Being around these last vestiges of early human life was fascinating. They loved to spend time talking with me, stroking my unblemished hands and ask questions about me and where I was from. They loved to giggle at my age -- young for leaving highschool -- was an old maid to them. Not married. No children. Old and not a woman, in their mind. <br><br> <<if $GY.topless == true>> And it wasn't just my hands and hair that they were interested in. There was a casualness with the way they wanted to feel and talk about my breasts that was more throw-away than the most bold girl in a locker room. <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> And I didn't want to offend, so over the weeks every woman and child had some time groping at me, some multiple times. I was so different and they were so intrigued. <<else>> I wasn't that comfortable with it, though, so I declined more often than not. Only the most elder or most respected got their turn...and just a moment or two. <</if>> <br><br><br> <</if>> <<if $GY.tiktok == true>> <<if $HS.SMfollowers gt 8>> The TikTok I had put up had absolutely gone viral. While in the moment, just me filming had been enough to stop the soldiers, the message had caught on. Elena and Uwe were quite thankful for my intervention and it sounded like it was actually applying pressure on the Namibian government. <<else>> My friends and meager following all liked and shared the TikTok I had made, but it hadn't done much beyond stopping the soldiers simply by filming. <</if>> <<if $GY.topless == true>> Surprisingly, TikTok had excluded my post from their T&C. It had not been taken down, it had not been flagged. They had determined the content (and its uptake) was far more important than people seeing tits. Eventually, they had found a way to blur on their end, but that had not stopped a massive trend in the video and my following. That would definitely be a talking point at multiple points in my life. <</if>> <br><br><br> <</if>> <<if $GY.native == true && $GY.repatriated !== true>> The tribe had taken me under their wing with surprising ease. The women treated me as one of their own and sincerely seemed to appreciate my efforts at integration. My team was impressed -- anthropologically, of course -- by what I had done and they watched with interest. Rachel and Elena occasionally gave silent check-ins, but after a couple, they saw my willingness and begged off. <<if $GY.wife == true>> What brought the most clout was not bucking their culture and accepting Kaze every single night when he wasn't off on the hunt. The pauses between my guest 'duties' were welcome, but he was very eager and anticipated his returns -- very, very needy. The men of my team became quite distant, knowing what I was partaking in and their Western sensibilities were not as easily bucked as my own. Rachel gave a shake of her head after the first night, "Told you." But that was the only admonishment. <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $GY.repatriated == true>> The tribe had become far colder to me than the others of my group. Denying Kaze was far more of a cultural offense than I thought it would be. They were not interested in having me around. <br><br> <</if>> Whereas the others were doing what they could -- Uwe and Pedro going out with the men on hunts; Elena working with the healers of the tribe; Rachel and Johannes assisting in the gathering and general care of the tribe -- I had to find my own inroads with the tribe to try and uncover what was going on out by the potential Dam. <br><br><br> What were they planning and what could be done? <<if $GY.wife == true>> <br><br><br> <<set $GY.knows = true>> Kaze had told me the very first time I had asked -- though he had insisted on my secrecy. I was them, they were not us. Not the cleanest grammar, but the understanding was conveyed. <br><br> While 'backwards', they were far from dumb. Their plan seemed like it could work: hide supplies and materials nearby the site and planned on relocating during the next season alongside some of their less nomadic cousins and forming a community right where they were not supposed to be. They were hoping that being in place before being discovered would be all the convincing the world needed to support the native cause. <br><br><br> <<include "GY005 - Part - TribalWork Summary">> <<else>> <div id="tribalplans"> <<crossroads #tribalplans>> <<path>> I could ask Kaze, putting my trust in his interest in me and his youth. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<set $GY.knows = true>> <<speechPC>>"Hey, I'm curious, Kaze,"<</speechPC>> I saw the flash in his eyes, <<speechPC>>"What is happening when you all...go...? Something secret?"<</speechPC>> He got uncomfortable, that I could tell, but his eyes on me told another story. <<speechPC>>"I just want to help, if I can. We're really on your side. Remember when the soldiers came? We helped then. We can help with this."<</speechPC>> He thought, eyes dropping to my chest, then nodded, pulling me aside. <<speech "Kaze">>"Secret, yes?"<</speech>> I nodded emphatically and touched his arm. That brightened the fire in his eyes. He then proceeded to tell me. <br><br> While 'backwards', they were far from dumb. Their plan seemed like it could work: hide supplies and materials nearby the site and planned on relocating during the next season alongside some of their less nomadic cousins and forming a community right where they were not supposed to be. They were hoping that being in place before being discovered would be all the convincing the world needed to support the native cause. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Hey, Kaze, I'm curious,"<</speechPC>> he perked up, eyeing my form, <<speechPC>>"What is happening when you all...go...? Something secret?"<</speechPC>> He got uncomfortable, that I could tell, but his eyes on me told another story. <<speechPC>>"I just want to help, if I can. We're really on your side. Remember when the soldiers came? We helped then. We can help with this."<</speechPC>> He thought, eyes dropping to my chest, then shook his head as his eyes wandered to a girl in the tribe that looked to be four years my junior. <<speech "Kaze">>"You them, not us."<</speech>> Not the cleanest grammar, but the subtext was conveyed. I nodded and left him. That hadn't worked and I'd have to hope the others were going to be able to uncover something. I felt a pang as I thought about the possible outcomes if we weren't involved. I didn't want to see more NatGeo images. <</if>> <<path>> I could ask some of the women of the tribe, leaning into our feminine community. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 0 || $GY.native == true>> <<set $GY.knows = true>> One afternoon, we were sorting what had been brought in on a foraging run, sitting on our haunches around the burned out remnants of last night's fire. Performatively, I looked around and hmmed curiously. I was very glad none of them had seen TV or movies, and I pulled on all the references I could think of. A couple more times and I saw one of the younger girls -- a wife and four years my junior -- perked up a bit, young curiosity flashing in her eyes, <<speechPC>>"Where are the men?"<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"Hunt."<</speech>> Came one of the elders. <<speechPC>>"Right, but...not really."<</speechPC>> I smirked at the younger and gave a little wink. <<speechPC>>"They aren't being very successful on their 'hunts'. They bring back so little."<</speechPC>> The elder glared at me and I bit my tongue, not wanting to offend. The younger giggled, though. <br><br> Later on, when we were packing away our portions, she leaned in to whisper, <<speech>>"Secret, yes?"<</speech>> nodding emphatically, she told me everything. <br><br> While 'backwards', they were far from dumb. Their plan seemed like it could work: hide supplies and materials nearby the site and planned on relocating during the next season alongside some of their less nomadic cousins and forming a community right where they were not supposed to be. They were hoping that being in place before being discovered would be all the convincing the world needed to support the native cause. <<else>> One afternoon, we were sorting what had been brought in on a foraging run, sitting on our haunches around the burned out remnants of last night's fire. Performatively, I looked around and hmmed curiously. I was very glad none of them had seen TV or movies, and I pulled on all the references I could think of. A couple more times and I saw one of the younger girls -- a wife and four years my junior -- perked up a bit, young curiousity flashing in her eyes, <<speechPC>>"Where are the men?"<</speechPC>> <<speech>>"Hunt."<</speech>> Came one of the elders. <<speechPC>>"Right, but...not really."<</speechPC>> I smirked at the younger and gave a little wink. <<speechPC>>"They aren't being very successful on their 'hunts'. They bring back so little."<</speechPC>> The elder glared at me and I bit my tongue, not wanting to offend. My eyes darted to the younger, hoping that her connection with me was strong enough to beat out the societal structure. She hadn't looked up. <<speech>>"You them, not us."<</speech>> Not the cleanest grammar, but the subtext was conveyed. I nodded and continued my efforts, hoping I wouldn't be relegated to a less important duty come tomorrow. <br><br> That hadn't worked and I'd have to hope the others were going to be able to uncover something. I felt a pang as I thought about the possible outcomes if we weren't involved. I didn't want to see more NatGeo images. <</if>> <<path>> I could try and follow some of the men out and see where they were going. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>> <<set $GY.knows = true>> I had a pretty good bead on the travels of the men thanks to Kaze. Having his attention had given me knowledge and opportunity the others did not. And so, one early morning, I got myself prepared for light, quiet travel and even before the break of dawn was creeping at the edges of the camp, waiting to see the line of men on their way out. <br><br> It was tough, especially in the open land that they travelled in. They were skilled and they knew the area, so much of the day was spent watching them ahead, barely specks on the horizon before creeping forward to anything that might provide cover. They clearly were not hunting, while one would steal away for anything that did happen on their pre-arranged path -- in fact, one of those men almost caught me. I was making my way forward on the kind of leap-frogging travel that had been working so far and all of a sudden, I saw movement to my left. I dropped to the ground and hoped that the mild rise of the earth was enough to hide me. Breathing as little as possible, I watched him -- how he had broken off without me <<linkexpand "noticing?">>noticing? Damn dots are hard to monitor -- he was finishing cleaning a rabbit and then throwing it over his shoulder as his long-legged gait pounded over the ground to rejoin the group. I breathed a sigh of relief and patted myself off. <br><br> Eventually, I was rewarded with their actual goal. Somehow, they had crossed the edges of the cordoning. This was the area where the Dam would go, if Namibia was allowed. I didn't dare have another run in with armed soldiers, so I skirted the edges, seeing if I could catch a glimpse of these hunters who were far more skilled at subterfuge than I was. <br><br> They weren't the only ones there. I noticed other, similar looking people, moving together -- they wore modern clothes though -- they were removing bags and bundles that they had brought with them and hiding them. Most impressively, they were actually using the Namibian temporary set-up as places for their hideaways. Hiding in plain sight, as it were. <br><br> Once I felt like I had pressed my luck, didn't want to get them caught, and understood what was happening, I began my way back. Walking normally. And still, they returned before I did. There was a look from a couple of the men that made me wonder if they hadn't known. Or they thought I was hot. It was hard to tell. <br><br> It seemed that they and other cousin tribes were heading into the site and building up caches of equipment, food and other supplies. Knowing how other grassroots and guerilla campaigns had gone in the US, this was likely something similar. Set up exactly where they wanted to be. Become unavoidable. Unremovable. It hadn't worked too well for native or progressive groups in the States. But it was a valiant plan. And it could work. <br><br><br> <<include "GY005 - Part - TribalWork Summary">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I had a pretty good bead on the travels of the men thanks to Kaze. Having his attention had given me knowledge and opportunity the others did not. And so, one early morning, I got myself prepared for light, quiet travel and even before the break of dawn was creeping at the edges of the camp, waiting to see the line of men on their way out. <br><br> It was tough, especially in the open land that they travelled in. They were skilled and they knew the area, so much of the day was spent watching them ahead, barely specks on the horizon before creeping forward to anything that might provide cover. They clearly were not hunting, while one would steal away for anything that did happen on their pre-arranged path -- I found that out the hard way. I was making my way forward on the kind of leap-frogging travel that had been working so far and all of a sudden, I saw movement to my left. I dropped to the ground and hoped that the mild rise of the earth was enough to hide me. Breathing as little as possible, I watched him -- how he had broken off without me <<linkexpand "noticing?">>noticing? Damn dots are hard to monitor -- he was finishing cleaning a rabbit and then throwing it over his shoulder before standing and casually walking right up to me. I felt like a fool as I just lay on the ground in front of him. "Go back. No follow." <br><br> He waved dismissively and stood there, waiting and watching me depart. <br><br> That hadn't worked and I'd have to hope the others were going to be able to uncover something. I felt a pang as I thought about the possible outcomes if we weren't involved. I didn't want to see more NatGeo images. <br><br><br> <<include "GY005 - Part - TribalWork Summary">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
A couple of months passed and Elena called us together for a <<linkexpand "team meeting.">> team meeting: <br><br><br> <<if $GY.knows == true>> I could barely contain myself, wanting to share what I knew, but I waited as patiently as possible as she began, propped up on the edge of a table casually, <<speech "Elena">>"Okay. So. Where are we with this investigation?"<</speech>> Her palms lifted, upturned. <<speech "Elena">>"No violence. That's good. No news. That's also good. But, as Johannes pointed out -- these are a happy people, but not content to be steamrolled. They are doing something. I wish I could give you more. So. I open the floor to you all, any thoughts?"<</speech>> <br><br> And the floodgates were open. I blurted out everything. How I found it. What I thought it could mean. How likely it was to succeed. Compared it to the pipeline sit-in from the States, Occupy Wall Street, even Ghandi. Pain and concern for these people and the pent-up energy of holding all of this inside eventually had me breathless and a little teary. <<speech "Rachel">>"Wow. Good work."<</speech>> Rachel squeezed my thigh, Johannes nodded -- head inclined slightly. Uwe leaned back, staring at the nylon ceiling. Elena looked down at her knees, rocking slightly. Pedro seemed to disassociate. <<speech "Uwe">>"This will be dangerous. But we will move with them. If anything has become clear -- shitty as it is -- that our presence is a massive boon to these people and can keep them safe. Maybe even make this all resolve in their way."<</speech>> <br><br> There were cheers. There were hugs. I couldn't stop smiling. <<speech "Elena">>"So. I'll call a van. Time to blow off some steam, relax and have some fun before things become very serious. In the meantime, Uwe and I will meet with them and work out a strategy together."<</speech>> <br><br> There were more cheers. Johannes eyed me and Rachel without much subtlety. <br> <<speech "Elena">>"Be safe. And [[thank you|GY006 - VolTown]]."<</speech>> <<else>> She began, propped up on the edge of a table casually, <<speech "Elena">>"Okay. So. Where are we with this investigation?"<</speech>> Her palms lifted, upturned. <<speech "Elena">>"No violence. That's good. No news. That's also good. But, as Johannes pointed out -- these are a happy people, but not content to be steamrolled. They are doing something. I wish I could give you more. So. I open the floor to you all, any thoughts?"<</speech>> <br><br> Suddenly, Rachel was talking. She popped out a notebook and began to reference her findings over the past few weeks. Meticulous detail. While she didn't have direct evidence or any words from the tribe, she was pretty sure that they were preparing for a move. And it was an abnormal move. They were prepping the site pre-emptively, which indicated the importance of the location. She surmised that it would be at the gates of the cordoned 'Dam' area: a sit-in of sorts. Live-in. She smiled at her joke. <<speech "Rachel">>"They are making a final, forceful play for resolution. Kind of a Ghandi strike of sorts."<</speech>> <<speech "Johannes">>"Wow. Good work."<</speech>> Johannes squeezed her thigh. Uwe leaned back, staring at the nylon ceiling. Elena looked down at her knees, rocking slightly. Pedro seemed to disassociate. <<speech "Uwe">>"This will be dangerous. But we will move with them. If anything has become clear -- shitty as it is -- that our presence is a massive boon to these people and can keep them safe. Maybe even make this all resolve in their way."<</speech>> <br><br> There were cheers. There were hugs. I couldn't stop smiling. <<speech "Elena">>"So. I'll call a van. Time to blow off some steam, relax and have some fun before things become very serious. In the meantime, Uwe and I will meet with them and work out a strategy together."<</speech>> <br><br> There were more cheers. Johannes eyed me and Rachel without much subtlety. <br> <<speech "Elena">>"Be safe. And [[thank you|GY006 - VolTown]]."<</speech>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<div id="party"> A part of me felt bad as we all rushed to get our things together. We were putting especial effort into what we were wearing and how we looked and there was a bugbear that was saying the shift in behavior was a comment on our tribal friends. <br><br> <<if $GY.wife == true>> I wasn't eager to get away from Kaze, I told myself. My brain was wrestling with my contextualization of 'boyfriend' and Ovatwa 'wife' and the past months. Break-up came to mind. How it had all begun and how it had continued. How there was no communication besides the base instinct that had been a form of bond. I shook it off. I couldn't think about any of this or what would change or be the same when I got back if I was going to enjoy myself at all. <br><br> <</if>> <br> <<if visited("GY004 - HutNight") && $GY.repatriated !== true>> <<outfit volunteer>> When I showed up at the van, Pedro was laughing and heat rushed to my cheeks, <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pedro">>"You just look..."<</speech>> <<speech "Rachel">>"Normal."<</speech>> Rachel finished for him, giving me a squeeze on the shoulder, <<speech "Rachel">>"Welcome back."<</speech>> Another pang of discomfort in my gut as I considered how, yes, this did feel normal. Better? How easy it was for me to slide back into the 'civilized' world. I knew the Ovatwa wouldn't hold it against me, but it kind of felt like an insult. And I think Pedro actually meant it as an insult. <br><br><br> <</if>> We piled into the van and there was a collective sigh of relief as the AC (weak as it was) washed over us. <<speech>>"Ready?"<</speech>> Looked back the driver. <<speech>>"Yeah!"<</speech>> came the unanimous response. <br><br> "Cool. Where we <<link "goin'">><<replace "#party" t8n>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Disappointing townscape */ We were all asleep by the time we arrived in 'nearby' Oshakati. The stillness of the vehicle waking me and my teammates, I stumbled out of the van and gave a wave to our driver, <<speech>>"Have fun!"<</speech>> <br><br> I turned, expecting to see Vegas, or something that felt like Vegas after the desert. Oshakati...was not. It was modern, but as we checked in at the Oshakati Guest House, the clerk told us that the area had only been a town for something like 30 years. <<speech>>"There's liquor not far, though."<</speech>> With a broad smile, handing us our keys. <<speechPC>>"What is there //to// do?"<</speechPC>> I tried to make it a joke. Small-town people never take kindly to those kind of remarks, but given we were guests... <<speech>>"Safari? Felix does good ones."<</speech>> And passed a pamphlet across the table. <br><br><br> Did we want to head back out into the desert? <<crossroads>> <<path [[GY007 - Safari][$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base ++]]>> It was something to do and we really hadn't seen the 'tourist' Namibia. <<path [[GY007 - VolParty][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]]>> Or we could just try and tear it up ourselves. <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>?" </div>
<<image framed "passage/GY007-Safari.png">> We didn't have the time to take the full seven-day option that was recommended by the pamphlet and Felix was emphatic that we needed to. But then he learned that we were the ones with the Ovatwa. <<if $GY.tiktok == true>><<speech>>"Aha. I thought you looked...familiar."<</speech>> His eyes wandered a bit over me. I probably held far more celebrity here than other places around the world.<</if>> And relented in his sales pitch. <br><br> We climbed into another van, using Oshakati as our home base and drove back out into the wild. He wanted to know how things were going and gave us the low-down on the local rumor mill, what the news was saying about us (not kind) and what the people were thinking the government would do (a mix of full eradication and backing down). <br><br><br> I could tell that Johannes were less than thrilled at this outcome, but seemed to perk up at the sight of Zebras, <<speech "Johannes">>"Don't get close. They aren't friendly."<</speech>> <br><br> He proceeded to tell us about how vicious the creatures could be with each other. Kicking each other to death, raping to cause miscarriages. It sounded...human. Sickeningly similar. <<linkexpand "But they were majestic animals.">> But they were majestic animals. <br><br><br> And then the falls. Ruacana Falls, just miles from where I had arrived, were incredible. Massively wide and one of the largest waterfalls in all of Africa. It was a dry season, so they weren't flowing as heavily as they could be, but they were still incredible. <br><br> Felix was a fantastic guide. He was able to fill in the details on practically everything and somehow made it feel like we weren't driving forever before seeing something new and interesting. <br><br><br> The couple days rounded out our knowledge of northern Namibia and were full of naps before we climbed into our beds back in Oshakati. We just crashed, and the beds felt like clouds. The AC like magic -- and I cranked it. <br><br><br> And the //showers//. I felt like a new woman when our time away came to a close and we met our driver to head back to the Ovatwa and see where we stood with the impending [[struggle|GY008 - LMO]]. <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/GY007-VolParty.png">> <<set $GY.hookup = "">> <<set _hookups = [ "Johannes", "Pedro" ]>> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">> <<run _hookups.push("Rachel")>> <</if>> <div id="party"> The look I was getting from Johannes mirrored my own -- culture be damned. We were here for fun. We had two days, so we headed down to that liquor store post-haste and grabbed enough supplies for the time away and then returned to my room. <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 || $CC.spoiled == true>> I had sprung for everyone to have their own room -- we needed the pampering and space. <<else>> We were about to be sharing rooms, but Rachel had jumped in to pay for everyone to have their own room -- I couldn't tell if it was that she wanted privacy, to be away from me, or that she actually cared about everyone being as comfortable as possible. <</if>> <br><br> Pedro began splitting out some bevvies for everyone while I cranked the AC: god that felt //good//. <<if $GY.wife == true>> Johannes and Rachel climbed onto my bed, which irritated me but I wasn't about to start things off with a fight. And it was the most comfortable place in the room. So, I joined them, cramped as it was. <<else>> Johannes patted the bed beside him as he climbed on, smiling at me. I understood the invitation. <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> I eagerly hopped onto the bed beside him and tried to ignore the daggers that Rachel was throwing at me with her eyes. She accepted the foot of the bed reluctantly. <<else>> Awkwardly, I looked over at gorgeous Rachel, trying to gauge if I should try and make a pass this evening. <<speechPC>>"Come on, Rach,"<</speechPC>> and offer for her to join us on the bed with Joh. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> And then the drinks were handed out. I flicked on some mindless television on for some background noise and we got to drinking. Early afternoon drunk. The best kind? <br><br> The conversation began with the upcoming struggle and what we each thought was going to happen. <<if $GY.knows == true>> I got another round of impressed comments from the team about what I had uncovered and how it might make it all work out okay. I hoped so. <</if>> But then we got into our home lives, what we were most excited to get back to (by and large it was creature comforts). <<if $GY.native == true && $GY.repatriated !== true>> Once the drunkenness settled in, they all wanted to know what life had been like as 'one of them'. <<if $GY.wife == true>> I avoided mentioning any of the details of Kaze, though I could hear the subtext to their questions. <</if>> They found my answers boring, it seemed, because the topic was quickly exhausted and a new round of drinks was passed out. I was more than happy to avoid the topic. <</if>> <br><br><br> Alcohol has its effects. And maybe that was the point. There we were, comfortable, wanting to relieve stress and nothing else to do but chill on...beds. I couldn't help it that I was making eyes at <<cycle "$GY.hookup" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _hookups>><</cycle>> <<crossroads #party>> <<path>> Now...to make a ''move''? <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<goto [[GY007 - VolSex]]>> <<path>> Eh, better ''not'' risk ruining things with them. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<if $GY.wife == true>> Once Rachel and Joh had started making out, the conversation was killed. Pedro and I looked at each other uncomfortably and so I patted Rachel and nudged them to leave. They all did and I curled up on bed and enjoyed scrolling on my phone until I passed out. It wasn't good sleep, thanks alcohol, but it was a deep sleep. <<else>> Johannes scooted closer and closer and I kept moving away and making excuses to leave the proximity of my own bed. Eventually, he got the hint and Rachel and he began to make out. On my bed. Conversation was dead and Pedro and I looked at each other uncomfortably. So, I patted Rachel and nudged them to leave. They all did and I curled up on bed and enjoyed scrolling on my phone until I passed out. It wasn't good sleep, thanks alcohol, but it was a deep sleep. <</if>> <br><br> The next morning, Pedro and I walked around the town and grabbed a few bites to eat before returning to our rooms to kill some time and enjoy the comforts of the hotel for our final day while Rachel and Johannes were doing...each other. <br><br><br> They both seemed quite refreshed and happy when we piled into the van and headed back to our tribe. The time away was nice enough, I guess, but I'm not sure it was that much of a respite given what was [[coming|GY008 - LMO]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<if $GY.hookup == "Rachel">> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Perception ++>> I thought back to the times that Rachel and I had touched, and I mimicked the behavior, the moments. I smiled at her and flashed some puppydog eyes, eventually leaning in to nuzzle against her neck. A nose-full of her shampoo permeated my nose pleasantly. My lips reached forward and began to press to her slender throat and clavicle. And then she jerked back, her eyes looking at me surprised and confused. She shuffled slightly on the bed and excused herself to the bedroom. <br><br> Shit. I had misread that. Or wanted it to be something that it wasn't. <br><br> Johannes watched her scamper off and slid off the bed as well, leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom to check on her. Pedro gave an 'oops' grimace and smiled with empathic pain. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "lesbian">> I sighed and shrugged, Pedro moved closer, <<speech "Pedro">>"You okay?"<</speech>> <br><br> It was the first time we had really shared any time alone or words just the two of us. I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Just...misunderstood."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pedro">>"Yeah. She is beautiful."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, she is."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pedro">>"So are you."<</speech>> A tightness started in my throat. Pity fuck? Welcome replacement? Or was I that last girl at the party and easy pickings? <br><br> <div id="pedro"> <<crossroads #pedro>> <<path>> I could turn and kiss him. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> As I turned my head, he was moving too. I don't think he was considering the thoughts I had, just that he was into me. And then we were off to the races, kissing, tongues twirling. He was gently, carefully leaning into me and seeing what my intentions were. He wasn't unsteady, just unsure. <br><br> I had gone this far already and needed the release, even if it wasn't my ideal partner. I took the lead, breaking the kiss and moving off the bed. <<speech "Pedro">>"Uh, s-sorry, did I--"<</speech>> <<if visited("GY004 - HutSex")>> <<speechPC>>"Shush. Oh shit."<</speechPC>> I had gotten to my bag and remembered that I was out of condoms...somehow. <<speechPC>>"Do you have any protection?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pedro">>"Yeah. Of course."<</speech>> He nodded. Then realized he needed to go get it. <<speech "Pedro">>"Oh, right. Sorry. One sec."<</speech>> He scrambled off the bed and out of the room. <br><br> Well. That was a mood-killer. Well, he'd be back soon enough, so <<linkexpand "I took my clothes off...">> <<outfit naked>> I took my clothes off in the meantime and began to play with myself. Laying there, fingers moving in circles over my moistening slit, my mind went to Kaze and these past few months. Fuckin' sex always brings feelings. <br><br><br> I was about to have sex with Pedro and my arousal thoughts were going to the dirt, mud and African heat, rather than the comfort of this room. There was a soft knock at the door, tearing me away from a particularly nice moment when Kaze had taken the night enjoying how many times he could make me orgasm. <br><br> Right. He'd need to get back in the room. With a sigh, I slid off the bed and opened the door, smirking playfully as Pedro's jaw dropped. <<speech "Pedro">>"I. Uh."<</speech>> I tugged him inside and laughed as we made our way over to the bed. <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> I took the condoms from his hand and flung them on the side table as I dropped back into position and pulled him between my thighs. Back to my memory. <br><br> He went down on me with abandon. I don't think he was undressing either, just eating my mound like a compliant little puppy, but I wasn't paying attention. I was remembering the way that Kaze held my hips, held me down, drove home when he finished. <<shake 5s>><<speechPC>>"AhHhHhHHH!"<</speechPC>><</shake>> F-fuck that was good. My feet had even left the bed. <br><br> I panted, coming down and then giggled in surprise as Pedro was going back at it, licking and sucking at my super-sensitive clit, making me squirm and shake, <<speechPC>>"G-get up here."<</speechPC>> I tried to pull his head up weak from the orgasm, but he did. And with a self-assured grin that I was glad he finally found. <br><br> He undressed as I rolled my hips slightly and shuddered on the bed in my aftershocks. He reached over me and grabbed the condom and put it on and then dropped between my thighs to <<linkexpand "insert.">> <<face ahego>> insert. <br><br> My eyes gave a passing look over him as he was mounting me, <<speechPC>>"N-no. Here."<</speechPC>> It wasn't the sight I wanted. I spun at the waist, flipping over into doggy and pushing my ass up, head down as he repositioned. His one hand rubbing the protected tip up and down my hungry gash as his other hand was teasing at my nub, <<speechPC>>"Je-jesus, just f-fuck me already."<</speechPC>> I laughed out, but it was a bit harsh. <br><br> He pushed in. Gently. I reached back and grabbed at his hands, putting them on my hips and getting back to my memory. Pedro was a far more selfless lover, his hand between my legs as he thrust. His thrusts not bucking me as far forward as was happening in my minds-eye, but the length of his cock was surprising and gave me the touchstone I was looking for. <br><br> We used the three condoms he brought over that night and while he didn't seem too happy about me insisting on doggystyle each time, he was more than happy enough to fuck me. I came and came and came, collapsing immediately into sleep and a pile of goo as Pedro retreated that third time. <br><br><br> I came more that night than the one I was recalling, but the orgasms still seemed to be coming from [[Kaze|GY008 - LMO]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 2>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Pedro M "Pedro in an African motel">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I pulled out a string of Skyn condoms from my bag and let them sway seductively as I came back over. Flinging them over to him and watching him set them on the side table. He was cute enough and the eagerness and wanting me was certainly a needed ego boost after Johannes. <<speech "Pedro">>"You usually go through that many?"<</speech>> He chuckled awkwardly at the length. <<speechPC>>"Shush."<</speechPC>> And I leaned into him, quieting him with a kiss. His hands slowly, carefully began peeling away my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>>, then unbuttoning and working down my <<link "shorts">><<lower>><</link>>. My hands were a bit more insistent, undoing his slacks and tugging them down with his underwear as one, freeing an impressive length, head hidden by his foreskin. <<speechPC>>"Whoah uh hello."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">><<speech "Pedro">>"Yeah, I hear that from time to time,"<</speech>> he chuckled uncomfortably, rather than proudly, as he pulled my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> down.<<else>><<speech "Pedro">>"Whoah yourself,"<</speech>> He laughed, seeing my lack of underwear.<</if>> I reached over him to grab one of the condoms and roll it down his shaft, smirking at his little whimpers of pleasure at the touch. And then, swinging my leg over his, I mounted him, pushing the rubbery head up and down at my gash, grunting. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal")>> Thank god for my libido, because I was ready to go and sunk down over him, both of us groaning out as he spread me and I gripped down him. <<else>> <<speech "Pedro">>"Mind if I..."<</speech>> he was lightly guiding my hips off from over him. I was confused at first, but as he moved them up towards his face, I got the hint and was very pleased to accept my hands on the headboard while he began to eat me out. I panted and pressed my hips against his face, feeling his nose pressing against my mound and lower stomach as I let my need dominate my desire to make sure he was comfortable. He wasn't bad at it, sucking and licking at my clit, a finger slowly pumping and twisting inside me. And he wasn't content to just get me ready: soon my stomach, pinning his face to the headboard were spasming, jamming his head back as I squealed out in orgasm. <br><br> Once the ripples slowly ebbed and I was able to finally pull away, he laughed, wiping his mouth, and accepted my hips being back over his. I sunk down, gasping as another wave of shocks went through me, him groaning as I gripped down his length -- he was really in need of this. <</if>> <br><br> He clutched at my hips, watching my <<if $Body.tits == "small">>tiny tits barely move with each thrust<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>handfuls bouncing with each thrust<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>tits swaying and jiggle enticingly with each thrust<<else>>heavy mounds rocking and swaying deeply with each thrust<</if>>, gentle as they were. It was caring, close and passionate. He pulled me close and we made out as he slowly drove himself into me, careful not to discomfort me with the length of his cock. <br><br> The shitty bed squeaked and the headboard thumped slowly and rhythmically against the wall. While I hadn't jumped at this for some romantic roll in the hay, it was getting me to the place I needed to go. He knew how to use his cock and soon I was grabbing at him the way he was holding me, cumming on him as he pulled me down, waiting for me to finish off before beginning to thrust again. <br><br> We used three of the condoms that night and while I think he was a little distracted and upset that I wasn't matching his attention and eye contact, he still came every time and was down to do it again. He was more than happy enough to fuck me. <br><br><br> It wasn't what I had originally planned, but it was still a good [[fuck|GY008 - LMO]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 3>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Pedro M "Pedro in an African motel">> <</if>> <<path>> Just ignore her comment. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy -->> I sighed and waved him away. He understood the message and gathered the other two and left me to my own devices. <br><br> It was a defeat that left me incredibly un-aroused. I curled up on bed and enjoyed scrolling on my phone until I passed out. It wasn't good sleep, thanks alcohol, but it was a deep sleep. <br><br> The next morning, Pedro and I walked around the town and grabbed a few bites to eat before returning to our rooms to kill some time and enjoy the comforts of the hotel for our final day while Rachel and Johannes were doing...each other. <br><br> They both seemed quite refreshed and happy when we piled into the van and headed back to our tribe. The time away was nice enough, I guess, but I'm not sure it was that much of a respite given what was [[coming|GY008 - LMO]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> I sighed and shrugged, he moved closer, <<speech "Pedro">>"You okay?"<</speech>> <br><br> It was the first time we had really shared any time alone or words just the two of us. I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Just...misunderstood."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pedro">>"Yeah. She is beautiful."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, she is."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pedro">>"So are you."<</speech>> A tightness started in my throat. Not only did I feel like the last girl at the party and 'easy pickings' but also trading Rachel for...Pedro's dick. I think I gagged. I think he noticed. <br><br> I sighed and waved him away. <<speech "Pedro">>"Girls?"<</speech>> I nodded. He understood and gathered the other two and left me to my own devices. <br><br> It was a defeat that left me incredibly un-aroused. I curled up on bed and enjoyed scrolling on my phone until I passed out. It wasn't good sleep, thanks alcohol, but it was a deep sleep. <br><br> The next morning, Pedro and I walked around the town and grabbed a few bites to eat before returning to our rooms to kill some time and enjoy the comforts of the hotel for our final day while Rachel and Johannes were doing...each other. <br><br><br> They both seemed quite refreshed and happy when we piled into the van and headed back to our tribe. The time away was nice enough, I guess, but I'm not sure it was that much of a respite given what was [[coming|GY008 - LMO]]. <</if>> <<elseif $GY.hookup == "Johannes">> <<if $GY.wife == true>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> I thought back to the initial van ride and the way Joh looked at me. I smiled at him and flashed some puppydog eyes, eventually leaning in to nuzzle against his neck. A nose-full of the remnants of his shaving cream permeated my nose pleasantly. My lips reached forward and began to press to his throat and clavicle. And then he jerked back, his eyes looking at me surprised and disgusted. <<shake 3s>>Disgusted.<</shake>> He shuffled slightly on the bed and excused himself, his hand reaching out to pull Rachel with him. <br><br> She went very compliantly and gave me a little smirk. I hadn't realized them getting that close, nor how Johannes had turned. It had to have been my time with Kaze. It was so male. It was so depressing. <br><br> Pedro gave an 'oops' grimace and smiled with empathic pain. <br><br> I sighed and shrugged, he moved closer, <<speech "Pedro">>"You okay?"<</speech>> <br><br> It was the first time we had really shared any time alone or words just the two of us. I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Just...fucked up."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pedro">>"Yeah. Guys are dumb."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, he is."<</speechPC>> His hand gave my thigh a squeeze. A tightness started in my throat. Pity fuck? Welcome replacement? Or was I that last girl at the party and easy pickings? <br><br> <div id="pedro"> I could turn and <<link "kiss him">><<replace "#pedro">> <<Stats Easy ++>> As I turned my head, he was moving too. I don't think he was considering the thoughts I had, just that he was into me. And then we were off to the races, kissing, tongues twirling. He was gently, carefully leaning into me and seeing what my intentions were. He wasn't unsteady, just unsure. <br><br> I had gone this far already and needed the release, even if it wasn't my ideal partner. I took the lead, breaking the kiss and moving off the bed. <<speech "Pedro">>"Uh, s-sorry, did I--"<</speech>> <<if visited("GY004 - HutSex")>> <<speechPC>>"Shush. Oh shit."<</speechPC>> I had gotten to my bag and remembered that I was out of condoms...somehow. <<speechPC>>"Do you have any protection?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Pedro">>"Yeah. Of course."<</speech>> He nodded. Then realized he needed to go get it. <<speech "Pedro">>"Oh, right. Sorry. One sec."<</speech>> He scrambled off the bed and out of the room. <br><br> Well. That was a mood-killer. Well, he'd be back soon enough, so <<linkexpand "I took my clothes off...">> <<outfit naked>> I took my clothes off in the meantime and began to play with myself. Laying there, fingers moving in circles over my moistening slit, my mind went to Kaze and these past few months. Fuckin' sex always brings feelings. <br><br><br> I was about to have sex with Pedro and my arousal thoughts were going to the dirt, mud and African heat, rather than the comfort of this room. There was a soft knock at the door, tearing me away from a particularly nice moment when Kaze had taken the night enjoying how many times he could make me orgasm. <br><br> Right. He'd need to get back in the room. With a sigh, I slid off the bed and opened the door, smirking playfully as Pedro's jaw dropped. <<speech "Pedro">>"I. Uh."<</speech>> I tugged him inside and laughed as we made our way over to the bed. <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> I took the condoms from his hand and flung them on the side table as I dropped back into position and pulled him between my thighs. Back to my memory. <br><br> He went down on me with abandon. I don't think he was undressing either, just eating my mound like a compliant little puppy, but I wasn't paying attention. I was remembering the way that Kaze held my hips, held me down, drove home when he finished. <<shake 5s>><<speechPC>>"AhHhHhHHH!"<</speechPC>><</shake>> F-fuck that was good. My feet had even left the bed. <br><br> I panted, coming down and then giggled in surprise as Pedro was going back at it, licking and sucking at my super-sensitive clit, making me squirm and shake, <<speechPC>>"G-get up here."<</speechPC>> I tried to pull his head up weak from the orgasm, but he did. And with a self-assured grin that I was glad he finally found. <br><br> He undressed as I rolled my hips slightly and shuddered on the bed in my aftershocks. He reached over me and grabbed the condom and put it on and then dropped between my thighs to <<linkexpand "insert.">> <<face ahego>> insert. <br><br> My eyes gave a passing look over him as he was mounting me, <<speechPC>>"N-no. Here."<</speechPC>> It wasn't the sight I wanted. I spun at the waist, flipping over into doggy and pushing my ass up, head down as he repositioned. His one hand rubbing the protected tip up and down my hungry gash as his other hand was teasing at my nub, <<speechPC>>"Je-jesus, just f-fuck me already."<</speechPC>> I laughed out, but it was a bit harsh. <br><br> He pushed in. Gently. I reached back and grabbed at his hands, putting them on my hips and getting back to my memory. Pedro was a far more selfless lover, his hand between my legs as he thrust. His thrusts not bucking me as far forward as was happening in my minds-eye, but the length of his cock was surprising and gave me the touchstone I was looking for. <br><br> We used the three condoms he brought over that night and while he didn't seem too happy about me insisting on doggystyle each time, he was more than happy enough to fuck me. I came and came and came, collapsing immediately into sleep and a pile of goo as Pedro retreated that third time. <br><br><br> I came more that night than the one I was recalling, but the orgasms still seemed to be coming from [[Kaze|GY008 - LMO]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 2>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Pedro M "Pedro in an African motel">> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I pulled out a string of Skyn condoms from my bag and let them sway seductively as I came back over. Flinging them over to him and watching him set them on the side table. He was cute enough and the eagerness and wanting me was certainly a needed ego boost after Johannes. <<speech "Pedro">>"You usually go through that many?"<</speech>> He chuckled awkwardly at the length. <<speechPC>>"Shush."<</speechPC>> And I leaned into him, quieting him with a kiss. His hands slowly, carefully began peeling away my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>>, then unbuttoning and working down my <<link "shorts">><<lower>><</link>>. My hands were a bit more insistent, undoing his slacks and tugging them down with his underwear as one, freeing an impressive length, head hidden by his foreskin. <<speechPC>>"Whoah uh hello."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">><<speech "Pedro">>"Yeah, I hear that from time to time,"<</speech>> he chuckled uncomfortably, rather than proudly, as he pulled my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> down.<<else>><<speech "Pedro">>"Whoah yourself,"<</speech>> He laughed, seeing my lack of underwear.<</if>> I reached over him to grab one of the condoms and roll it down his shaft, smirking at his little whimpers of pleasure at the touch. And then, swinging my leg over his, I mounted him, pushing the rubbery head up and down at my gash, grunting. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal")>> Thank god for my libido, because I was ready to go and sunk down over him, both of us groaning out as he spread me and I gripped down him. <<else>> <<speech "Pedro">>"Mind if I..."<</speech>> he was lightly guiding my hips off from over him. I was confused at first, but as he moved them up towards his face, I got the hint and was very pleased to accept my hands on the headboard while he began to eat me out. I panted and pressed my hips against his face, feeling his nose pressing against my mound and lower stomach as I let my need dominate my desire to make sure he was comfortable. He wasn't bad at it, sucking and licking at my clit, a finger slowly pumping and twisting inside me. And he wasn't content to just get me ready: soon my stomach, pinning his face to the headboard were spasming, jamming his head back as I squealed out in orgasm. <br><br> Once the ripples slowly ebbed and I was able to finally pull away, he laughed, wiping his mouth, and accepted my hips being back over his. I sunk down, gasping as another wave of shocks went through me, him groaning as I gripped down his length -- he was really in need of this. <</if>> <br><br> He clutched at my hips, watching my <<if $Body.tits == "small">>tiny tits barely move with each thrust<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>handfuls bouncing with each thrust<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>tits swaying and jiggle enticingly with each thrust<<else>>heavy mounds rocking and swaying deeply with each thrust<</if>>, gentle as they were. It was caring, close and passionate. He pulled me close and we made out as he slowly drove himself into me, careful not to discomfort me with the length of his cock. <br><br> The shitty bed squeaked and the headboard thumped slowly and rhythmically against the wall. While I hadn't jumped at this for some romantic roll in the hay, it was getting me to the place I needed to go. He knew how to use his cock and soon I was grabbing at him the way he was holding me, cumming on him as he pulled me down, waiting for me to finish off before beginning to thrust again. <br><br> We used three of the condoms that night and while I think he was a little distracted and upset that I wasn't matching his attention and eye contact, he still came every time and was down to do it again. He was more than happy enough to fuck me. <br><br><br> It wasn't what I had originally planned, but it was still a good [[fuck|GY008 - LMO]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 3>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Pedro M "Pedro in an African motel">> <</if>> <br><br> <</replace>><</link>>, or just <<link "ignore his comment">><<replace "#pedro">> <<Stats Easy -->> I sighed and waved him away. He understood the message and gathered the other two and left me to my own devices. <br><br> It was a defeat that left me incredibly un-aroused. I curled up on bed and enjoyed scrolling on my phone until I passed out. It wasn't good sleep, thanks alcohol, but it was a deep sleep. <br><br> The next morning, Pedro and I walked around the town and grabbed a few bites to eat before returning to our rooms to kill some time and enjoy the comforts of the hotel for our final day while Rachel and Johannes were doing...each other. <br><br> They both seemed quite refreshed and happy when we piled into the van and headed back to our tribe. The time away was nice enough, I guess, but I'm not sure it was that much of a respite given what was [[coming|GY008 - LMO]]. <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <<else>> I thought back to the initial van ride and the way Joh looked at me. I smiled at him and flashed some puppydog eyes, eventually leaning in to nuzzle against his neck. A nose-full of the remnants of his shaving cream permeated my nose pleasantly. My lips reached forward and began to press to his throat and clavicle. He shuddered and his hand grasped me around the waist, pulling me in. I rolled up onto my knees and continued to kiss and lick slowly along his gorgeous neck. <br><br> Why wasn't he doing anything? I took a moment to take a check-in. Pedro was stunned. Not surprising. Rachel was...working his pants off. That bitch. <br><br> I pulled up on his shirt and he complied, arms up as he lifted his ass and then suddenly, the South African was fully nude, but Rachel was closer to his cock and so I was left to watch her go down on him and him very happily grunting. Her head bobbed as I froze, a little unsure of what to do. <<speech "Johannes">>"Come on, get your kit off."<</speech>> He smacked my ass as his other hand took Rachel's red-brown waves into his grip and began to firmly push her along his average manhood. <br><br> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> I wasn't about to let her crowd in on my show. Johannes was //mine//. I quickly stripped down, <<linkexpand "tossing my clothes off to the side...">> <<outfit naked>> tossing my clothes off to the side of the bed as I watch Pedro go grab a chair, realizing he wasn't the focus...or invited. <br><br><br> I swung my leg, moving to straddle him despite the face that Rachel was still blowing him. I'd use my ass and hips and get her off and away by force. He grabbed my thigh and held it in the air, <<speech "Johannes">>"Hey now, sharing is caring."<</speech>> <br><br> Kicking my knee, I dropped off him and flung his arm wide, <<speechPC>>"Get. Out. And fuck off."<</speechPC>> Another knee to his side. Rachel was looking at us, still sucking on his cock as he began to move and mouth-on she was moving with him -- not understanding what was going on. Finally freeing her from his deflating cock, he reached to grab his clothes, giving me the dirtiest look I'd ever received. <<speechPC>>"Nuh-uh. I said. Get out."<</speechPC>> Not even letting him get decent, I kicked him and her out. He'd get his clothes in the morning. <br><br> The door shut and I looked at Pedro, frozen in the chair. I sighed and waved him away. He understood the message. <br><br> It was a defeat that left me incredibly un-aroused. I curled up on bed and enjoyed scrolling on my phone until I passed out. It wasn't good sleep, thanks alcohol, but it was a deep sleep. <br><br> The next morning, Pedro and I walked around the town and grabbed a few bites to eat before returning to our rooms to kill some time and enjoy the comforts of the hotel for our final day while Rachel and Johannes were doing...each other. <br><br><br> They both seemed quite refreshed and happy when we piled into the van and headed back to our tribe. The time away was nice enough, I guess, but I'm not sure it was that much of a respite given what was [[coming|GY008 - LMO]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Well, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but I wasn't going to ruin the moment. I leaned in and we started making out. I smelled the aftershave and the shampoo he had used, and then he was moving my head down, down towards Rachel. <br><br> Our heads bumped and she was as surprised as I was, but we complied with the pretty young man, taking turns applying our tongues and lips to his cock. Now I could taste his pre and smell Rachel's perfume...and her arousal. Yeah, fuck. This was hot. Our eyes up at him as he took each of our hair in his hands and guided us, his cock pushing against our faces and smacking against us as the pressure of our oral made it suddenly move and give. It flexed and pulsed against us and then, suddenly, Johannes went from pleased to serious, <<speech "Johannes">>"You got condoms around?"<</speech>> It was surprising hearing a guy ask for one. <br><br><br> <<if visited("GY004 - HutSex")>> I shook my head and he looked over at Pedro, his hands keeping us focused on our task, <<speech "Johannes">>"Hey man, can you go grab some?"<</speech>> Such a dick. <<speech "Pedro">>"Uh, yeah. Sure."<</speech>> And I heard him get up and leave. <br><br> I was bobbing on his cock, Rachel taking her turn to get naked when I heard a knock at the door, <<speech "Johannes">>"Get that for me, kay?"<</speech>> He pushed my head off his cock. Right. He'd need to get back in the room. <br><br> With a sigh, I slid off the bed and opened the door, smirking playfully as Pedro's jaw dropped. <<speechPC>>"I. Uh."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I took them from him<<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>> and gave him a little fun with a smack at my ass and slow swagger away. He deserved that much<</if>>. Returning to the bed, I had a full-on view of Rachel, ass high, thighs framing the recently smooth mound and glistening sex. She was ready. We both were. <br><br> Tossing the condoms to Johannes, he smiled as he disconnected one from the pack. <<else>> I nodded and motioned over to my bag, <<speech "Johannes">>"Hey man, can you grab those?"<</speech>> Such a dick. Didn't even look at Pedro to ask. <<speech "Pedro">>"Uh, yeah. Sure."<</speech>> And I heard him get up, the zip of my bag and the unfurling of the stack of Skyn condoms. <<speech "Johannes">>"Shit, <<print $CC.name>>. You came ready."<</speech>> He chuckled. He released my head to grab them from Pedro and disconnected one from the pack. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<face ahego>> <<speech "Johannes">>"<<print $CC.name>> first."<</speech>> Well, //that// was an ego boost. I could feel the disappointment and rage percolating from Rachel as she slid to the side and Johannes waved me over to mount him. I walked up over his lap on my knees, watching him roll the condom over his cock, <<speech "Johannes">>"Eat her out so she doesn't feel left out."<</speech>> <br><br> I laughed and shook my head, <<speechPC>>"Sorry, guys only--"<</speechPC>> I gasped, Johannes suddenly jammed himself inside me. I heard Rachel's frustrated grunt mimic Johannes pleased one. She didn't seem thrilled by the idea of being left out //or// having a girl do the work. <br><br> We'd gone from a relatively sedate bit of foreplay into the sudden throws of all out passion. He wasn't especially skilled, but he was insistent. And gorgeous. <br><br> I couldn't help smirking over at her as I enjoyed the feeling of his cock shoving inside of me. She was playing between her legs, waiting her turn and didn't seem to be enjoying the show one bit. Pedro, though...he was grunting and grabbing at himself through his shorts. He wouldn't be long... <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> Between the work we had done on him earlier and my own natural...talent...Jo was too. I felt his cock working inside me as his semen filled the condom. His hands clutched at my hips hard, holding me still as he grunted out loudly. Johannes thumped randomly against me, keeping his going as the peak I was going to have ebbed away into nothing. <<speech "Johannes">>"Fuck. You're good."<</speech>> He chuckled, giving me a smack on my ass. I leaned up and climbed off, dropping to the side and sighing out. <<speech "Rachel">>"Just you wait..."<</speech>> like a cat claiming her prey, she began to move to climb onto Johannes for her turn, <<speech "Rachel">>"Wait. Seriously?"<</speech>> The Israeli accent hit hard, deep guttural tones in her anger. <br><br> I rolled onto my back, prideful. Johannes shrugged, removing the condom and getting off the bed. Rachel chuffed and frowned at me as they both got up and dressed. <br><br> Pedro walked bow-legged out of the room as his sticky shorts making things difficult. <br><br><br> When the door shut, I smiled up at the ceiling and began working myself off, recalling just moments before when I had absolutely dominated [[Rachel|GY008 - LMO]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 3>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Johannes M "Johannes in an African motel">> <<else>> And Johannes was pounding away eagerly at me and I felt the awkwardness building quickly. Between the work we had done on him earlier and my pussy, he was getting close. <br><br> Suddenly his hands hit my stomach and waist hard as he shoved me off him unceremoniously. Apparently, Johannes didn't know any other way to control himself. I tumbled to the side and nearly off the bed as they both huffed, looking to each other with red cheeks. <<speech "Rachel">>"Ready?"<</speech>> she spread her thighs and withdrew her hand. He complied as they both ignored me now and he climbed onto her like a dragon, grabbing her shoulders and tugging her down as he hilted himself inside her roughly. She squeaked sharply and continued making that annoying little sound as he rammed her pussy with abandon. <br><br> I watched her freckled, perky tits bouncing as her legs awkwardly swayed and moved, held slightly above the bed. Behind them was Pedro, watching and grabbing at himself. And then I could tell he was coming. Oh, yeah I should probably get mine too. <br><br> My hand snaked between my thighs just in time to see Johannes finish his thirty seconds in Rachel, watching her giggling proudly as she took credit for his quick finish, making annoying little 'pleased' squeaks as she felt him loading the condom inside her. <br><br> I sighed, not even begun on myself. Johannes sighed, content. Rachel sighed and slid a hand down Johannes' beautiful body. Pedro sighed and fixed his now sticky shorts. <br><br> Jo climbed off her, Pedro awkwardly got out of his chair, Rachel happily rolled off my bed in triumph. Clothes were collected and put on. <br><br><br> And then the room was quiet. Well, that had been a crazy turn of events. I took a few moments to try and use the visual memories to get myself off, but I kept hearing those squeaks, so I gave up. But at least I got [[laid|GY008 - LMO]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 3>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Johannes M "Johannes in an African motel">> <</if>> <<else>> <<face ahego>> <<speech "Johannes">>"Rach first."<</speech>> Ouch. That's a blow to the pride. I could feel the heat of disappointment and embarassment percolating all over as Rachel eagerly climbed up over him, helping him slide the condom over his cock and grunting out, immediately stuffing himself inside her. I awkwardly climbed up onto the bed, watching her small freckled tits bounce in rhythm with her bouncing. <<speech "Johannes">>"Eat her out so she doesn't feel left out."<</speech>> He motioned his chin over at me. <br><br> Rachel gave him a surprised and not-too-keen look. I laughed and shook my head, <<speechPC>>"Sorry, guys only--"<</speechPC>> But then she was grasping at him, squeaking out as he suddenly jammed himself inside her, clearly unconcerned with me being left out. <br><br> I watched the two beautiful people fucking beside me, the way he grabbed her hips, the cute freckled tits bouncing on her chest...and tried to ignore the annoying squeaking noises she was making while my fingers went where Rachel wouldn't. <br><br> Fine. I'll do this myself. Selfish bitch. While I wasn't turned on by the idea of being eaten out by her, it did hurt that she didn't //want// to. I gasped and panted, I heard Pedro grunting off in his chair, doing what I was doing: watching the pretty people fuck each other. <br><br> Her noises got higher and louder, her hands pressed down on his chest as the motel bed squeaked far more pleasantly. My vision got hazy. Blackening at the edges. Spots...And then he was clutching her hard, grunting and pressing up into her. I don't know if she really was cumming, but she was making a show of it, her mousey whimpers encouraging and mixed with a giggle. <br><br> Well, I was cumming. Gasping out beside them as they finished, not including me at all. I squirmed and shook a little, panting out as I saw her giving him a kiss and climbing off of him, checking out the full condom to ensure that I wasn't going to be involved. <br><br> He tugged the condom off and looked over at me, <<speech "Johannes">>"Good you came...got a little worked up early. Your fault."<</speech>> He nodded his chin at both of us as he slid off the bed. <br><br> Pedro awkwardly got out of his chair as the other two grabbed their clothes and put them on. <br><br><br> And then the room was quiet. Well, that had been a crazy turn of events. I spent the rest of the evening remembering the two of them right next to me, her knee pressing against my side, his elbow bumping against me...I could smell them still in my bed. I came a few more times before sleep took [[me|GY008 - LMO]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 3>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Johannes M "Johannes in an African motel">> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<face ahego>> <<speech "Johannes">>"<<print $CC.name>> first."<</speech>> Well, //that// was an ego boost. I could feel the disappointment and rage percolating from Rachel as she slid to the side and Johannes waved me over to mount him. I walked up over his lap on my knees, watching him roll the condom over his cock, <<speech "Johannes">>"Eat her out so she doesn't feel left out."<</speech>> <br><br> Didn't have to ask me twice! I dropped down between her knees. She didn't seem thrilled by the prospect, but wasn't going to say no when she was this horny and with Johannes' approach to the whole scenario. <br><br> My mouth met her clean pussy, enjoying the smooth, silky skin as I dragged my tongue along her cunt, tasting her desire. I heard her gasp out in surprise. That's //right//, bitch. I know what I'm doing. <br><br> Her hand was in my hair like Johannes had been, pressing me down -- her attitude quickly changed -- Johannes suddenly jammed himself inside me. The shock ruined my rhythm and Rachel tugged at my head, trying to guide me with a frustrated grunt. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> I got back into it, eating with abandon, my hands gripping back at her thighs as he fingers found my scalp. And Johannes was pounding away eagerly at me. <br><br> We'd gone from a relatively sedate bit of foreplay into the sudden throws of all out passion. Rachel was cumming and then so was Johannes. Between the work we had done on him earlier and my own natural...talent...he'd been too close. I felt his cock working inside me as his semen filled the condom. <br><br> I kept Rachel occupied, drawing out her orgasm as Johannes thumped randomly against me, keeping his going as the peak I was going to have ebbed away into nothing. <<speech "Johannes">>"Fuck. You're good."<</speech>> He chuckled. <<speech "Rachel">>"Yeah, she is."<</speech>> Rachel roughly tossed my head aside by the hair and I leaned up, climbing off Johannes and wiping my mouth proudly. Two at once. Definitely a record for me. Slowly, and still recovering from her own orgasm she began to move to climb onto Johannes for her turn, <<speech "Johannes">>"Wait. Seriously?"<</speech>> The Israeli accent hit hard, deep guttural tones in her anger. <br><br> I rolled onto my back, prideful. Johannes shrugged, removing the condom and getting off the bed. Rachel chuffed and frowned at me as they both got up and dressed. <br><br> Looking over at the chair, I saw that Pedro had been masturbating through his shorts the whole time but clearly hadn't gotten his either. He saw the show and event was over and walked bow-legged out of the room as his cock made things difficult. <br><br> When the door shut, I smiled up at the ceiling and began working myself off, recalling just moments before when I had blown both of their [[worlds|GY008 - LMO]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 3>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Rachel F "Rachel in an African motel">> <<else>> I got back into it, eating with abandon, my hands gripping back at her thighs as he fingers found my scalp. And Johannes was pounding away eagerly at me. <br><br> We'd gone from a relatively sedate bit of foreplay into the sudden throws of all out passion. Rachel was cumming and I felt the awkwardness of Johannes' thrusts. Between the work we had done on him earlier and my pussy, he was getting close quickly. <br><br> Suddenly his hands hit my stomach and waist hard as he shoved me off him, which also ended my work on Rachel. I was trying to draw out her orgasm, but Johannes didn't know any other way to control himself. I tumbled to the side and nearly off the bed as they both huffed, looking to each other with red cheeks. <br><br> <<speech "Rachel">>"Ready?"<</speech>> she spread her thighs, still overwhelmed by her orgasm and didn't want to move. He complied as they both ignored me now and he climbed onto her like a dragon, grabbing her shoulders and tugging her down as he hilted himself inside her roughly. She squeaked sharply and continued making that annoying little sound as he rammed her pussy with abandon. <br><br> I watched her freckled, perky tits bouncing as her legs awkwardly swayed and moved, held slightly above the bed. Behind them was Pedro, watching and grabbing at himself. And then I could tell he was coming. Oh, yeah I should probably get mine too. <br><br> My hand snaked between my thighs just in time to see Johannes finish his thirty seconds in Rachel, watching her giggling proudly as she took credit for his quick finish, making annoying little 'pleased' squeaks as she felt him loading the condom inside her. <br><br> I sighed, not even begun on myself. Johannes sighed, content. Rachel sighed and slid a hand down Johannes' beautiful body. Pedro sighed and fixed his now sticky shorts. <br><br> Johannes climbed off her, Pedro awkwardly got out of his chair, Rachel happily rolled off my bed in triumph. Clothes were collected and put on. <br><br><br> And then the room was quiet. Well, that had been a crazy turn of events. I took a few moments to remember my ability to get Rachel off and tried to cum, but I kept hearing those squeaks, so I gave up. But at least I got [[laid|GY008 - LMO]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 3>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Rachel F "Rachel in an African motel">> <</if>> <<else>> <<face ahego>> <<speech "Johannes">>"Rach first."<</speech>> Ouch. That's a blow to the pride. I could feel the heat of disappointment and embarassment percolating all over as Rachel eagerly climbed up over him, helping him slide the condom over his cock and grunting out, immediately stuffing himself inside her. I awkwardly climbed up onto the bed, watching her small freckled tits bounce in rhythm with her bouncing. <<speech "Johannes">>"Eat her out so she doesn't feel left out."<</speech>> He motioned his chin over at me. <br><br> Rachel gave him a surprised and not-too-keen look. I was not about to take two disappointments in a row, and if Johannes was telling this beauty to gimme some...gimme some. I yanked her head down and she squeaked, and Johannes laughed, liking my initiative. I pressed her mouth down between my thighs and insisted. <br><br> At first it was difficult for her because Johannes suddenly slammed himself inside her and she was squeaking and -- I think -- trying to use it as an excuse to not eat me out. But a few tugs of her chestnut hair and a couple thrusts of my hips and she began to lick and lap. Ohhh. Not great, but she knew what she liked and it was close enough. <br><br> Most importantly, though, her eating my pussy kept those damn squeaks she was making to a minimum. Muffled as I looked over to the side at the two beautiful people fucking each other, his hands urgently grabbing at her hips as my body rippled with the rasping of her tongue. We'd gone from a relatively sedate bit of foreplay into the sudden throws of all out passion. It was intense and it was enough for me. <br><br> I grabbed her head without meaning too, suffocating her against my cunt as my thighs pressed onto the sides of her head, shaking and lurching in the bed beside Johannes as he chuckled and was holding still, watching me orgasm. <<speech "Johannes">>"Fuck, that's hot."<</speech>> <br><br> Rachel lifted her head in disgust, wiping her mouth and looking at Johannes, <<speech "Rachel">>"Come on...I'm not done."<</speech>> Keep going was the motion of her hand. <br><br> His hands were pushing her off of him, she tumbled to the side with the sharpest squeak she had made so far. He was grinning, <<speech "Johannes">>"Gonna be quick, Rach almost got me."<</speech>> <br><br> I shrugged as he climbed over me, nodding and shrugging, <<speechPC>>"Already came."<</speechPC>> Barely got it out before he grabbed my shoulders and shoved me down and into his ramming hips. I think I may have squeaked. I looked up at him plaintively for the whole five or so rapid-fire strokes before he was cumming, filling the condom and grunting triumphantly over me. <br><br> I sighed, sliding my hand down his beautiful body. He sighed, very content: two women in quick succession. Rachel sighed, not quite finished herself with the fingering she was trying to get in, but the show was over. Pedro sighed from his chair, his shorts sticky. <br><br> Jo climbed off of me, Pedro awkwardly got out of his chair and Rachel dropped off the bed battling the emotions of getting first, but not getting hers. Clothes were collected and put on. <br><br><br> The door shut and the room was quiet. Well, that had been a crazy turn of events. I took a few moments to remember the beautiful Israeli between my legs and gorgeous South African cumming while on top of me and fingered myself to another orgasm. Fuck. That //was// [[hot|GY008 - LMO]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 3>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Rachel F "Rachel in an African motel">> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $GY.hookup == "Pedro">> <<if $GY.wife == true>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I knew that Joh found me 'dirty' from my time with Kaze, and that had turned me off from him. Hot as he was, Pedro -- not attractive in the same way, but in his attitude. <</if>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <<Stats Perception ++>> While Rachel was kind and touchy-feely, she was not into me. <br><br> Pedro was. <br><br> Pretty as she was, I was not about to try to fit a square peg in a round hole. <</if>> I could feel the surprise in the tension of his body as we got close on the bed. At first it was as an excuse to give Rachel and Johannes space -- they were getting awfully close as well. Then hands began to intertwine and lips began to meet and we started to fully focus on our partner rather than the group. <br><br> We were pulling at each others clothes. Rachel and Jo getting at it aggressively while Pedro and mine was more sedate. <<linkexpand "My top.">> <<upper>> My top. His shirt. The other two already naked, Jo giving me a little smack smack on my side, "Got condoms?" He was whispering urgently. Rachel was ontop of him and teasing his cock between her legs with a predatory smile. <br><br> <<if visited("GY004 - HutSex")>> <<speech "Pedro">>"My shorts."<</speech>> Pedro whispered to me, which was good, because I didn't have any anymore. Interrupted, I moved off the bed as I heard him grunting and her give a sharp squeak. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Uh...yeah. One sec."<</speechPC>> Interrupted, I moved off the bed as I heard him grunting and her give a sharp squeak. <</if>> <br><br> <<face ahego>> <<speech "Rachel">>"Careful."<</speech>> She giggled and he began to smack into her slowly, rawdogging her for a bit while I played servant to grab them protection. I came back with a string of Skyn condoms and tore one off for the two of them. Pedro looked pained, knowing how shitty that was, but neither of us could really do anything now. The two beautiful people fucking beside us having a special majesty. <br><br> He nodded and took it from me, tearing it in his teeth and withdrawing for a moment to apply it while Pedro and I tried to get back into a rhythm of sorts. We started making out again while we listened to her squeaking mimicking the shitty motel bed's. My <<link "shorts">><<lower>><</link>>. His. <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>I yanked my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> off, eager to join the throws of sex.<</if>> <br><br> Pedro was sliding the condom on his impressive length as I mounted him, wanting to be able to watch the two beside us and being on top gave me the best vantage of Jo. <br><br> I pressed myself down over Pedro, gasping as he filled me. He held my waist lightly, he kissed at my chest and neck, cradling me while the two beside us banged firmly and intently. It was weird, feeling her thigh against mine, her body rubbing and pressing against mine on the bed not made for four people. Pedro's eyes were on me, mine on them, and them...in their own world. <br><br> She squeaked where I gasped breathily. I was hotter. I fucked better. It was what I was telling myself as I saw the way he grabbed and held her, the way she arched her back to show off her pretty, perky freckled tits, and made those insipid noises he seemed to enjoy. <br><br> And then they were finished. He growled triumphantly as he drove himself up inside her, she giggled proudly as she took credit for his quick finish, making annoying little 'pleased' squeaks as she felt him loading the condom inside her. <br><br> Johannes sighed, content. Rachel sighed and slid a hand down Johannes' beautiful body. My eyes fluttered, feeling a peak rising. He wasn't an intense lover, but he knew how to use his cock. I saw Johannes make a head motion for her to get off of him and them leave. <br><br> The bed groaned as they climbed off, still ignoring us as we were continuing going at it. They collected their clothes and then left. <br><br> Slam. The door shut abruptly and it seemed to set off my orgasm. I shuddered and moaned as I was brought off. Pedro held me still, watching me and waiting for me to finish before beginning again. <br><br><br> The next morning, Pedro and I walked around the town and grabbed a few bites to eat before returning to our rooms to kill some time and enjoy the comforts of the hotel for our final day while Rachel and Johannes were doing...each other. <br><br><br> They both seemed quite refreshed and happy when we piled into the van and headed back to our tribe. The time away was nice enough, I guess, but I'm not sure it was that much of a respite given what was [[coming|GY008 - LMO]]. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 3>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Pedro M "Pedro in an African motel">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/GY009-LeavingAfr.png">> That night we slept out on in the open. <<if $GY.wife == true>>Kaze did not find me. Whether it was the events of the day -- things like that can change you and what you want -- or if it was my normal clothes, or if it was that it was all over, I think we knew that whatever had happened was over.<</if>> <br><br><br> That morning, dusty and dirty, we got back into the van. The driver was beaming and highly congratulatory. We felt sore. It was probably the ground, but it could have also been all of the tension we'd been holding in. I needed a massage. <br><br> It felt like such a let down. But what could have felt comparable to what had happened and what we'd overcome. We exchanged information in the Ruacana airport and took our flights home. <br><br><br> And just like that, the desert, the tribe, the conflict were all behind me, all a memory. Back were the comforts of 'civilization', the safety, the cloistering. And surrounded by literal first-world problems. <br><br> Part of me was happy to have these things, part of me saw how fleeting and unimportant it all was. Manufactured and just as flawed as the culture we had just left. <br><br><br> But. It was my [[culture|GY010 - Home]].
<<if $PG.oops == true>> <<face hurt1>> Plan B, savior and bitch and a half. <br><br> The cramping on the plane was awful and I got well acquainted with the plane bathroom, but everything seemed to have settled down by the time we landed in Zurich. Safe and sound, probably babyless as long as I hadn't been ovulating. <</if>> <br><br> I was fucking //exhausted//. It's incredible to me how simply sitting, watching some movies, listening to music, reading a magazine or a book -- all could just knock you flat on your ass. I slept what I could, and maybe that was my mistake. <br><br> Groggily, I pulled my roller bag down the gangway, thankful to be off the plane. And in Geneva. <br><br><br> Looking out the windows at the Alps is kind of an uncanny experience. It boggled my mind to think that people live here, always experiencing the majesty of those mountains. <br><br> Right over there? Fricking ''France''. A stone's throw. <br><br> And then there was the broad, beautiful Lake Geneva. And across it, my destination, the finishing school -- last in the country and one of the last in the world -- <<linkexpand "in Montreaux.">> in Montreaux. <<image framed "passage/GY002-SwissArrival-alternative.png">> It came as a slight surprise when I heard my name, "Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>," before I even reached customs. There stood a uniformed man. Crisp and clean. "This way, I can take your bag." His hand reached out before I responded and he ushered me from the gate towards the bustling customs entry, "Oh, no. Not this way." There was a smile that hinted at some personal joke as he moved the other way. <br><br> Instead of making our way through the lines and throngs to dead-eyed customs agents, he brought me to a little room offset from the terminal where a woman nodded as soon as we walked in. "Passport, Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>?" <br><br> It was already in my hand, having expected a far different arrival. But as she quickly scanned it, stamped it and handed it back with nary a question, I began to process all of this. It made sense. For the cost of the school, for the kind of people who attended, of course there would be a private and exclusive (and quick) personal arrival process. <br><br><br> Luminaries in film, business, politics, hell -- fucking princesses -- went to this school. The elite of the elite, and while that did not equate to //me//, <<linkexpand "it did in a way.">> it did in a way. <br><br><br> And so me and Alfred (I couldn't help but think of him as the quintessential butler's name) departed in mere minutes, making our way not to the general pop ferry to cross Lake Geneva, but to a private and ''not'' small vessel that was waiting for us. <br><br> We weren't alone. Which I didn't mind, but was slightly surprising given the personal experience I had been given so far. An effete young man and a bevvy of young women, all dressed to the nines and barely glancing up as I arrived. <br><br> Luckily, I wasn't the last one, because -- as I expected -- the last girl to hop onto the boat had earned a social ding from the enclave. Man, it would be posturing the whole time, wouldn't it. //The// social ladder of all social ladders. <br><br><br> And the boat churned away from the docks into the blue-green waters of the lake. I enjoyed the trip and tried to ignore the general cliquey-ness of my soon to be classmates, watching the countryside roll by, the mountains, the townships. God, it was [[beautiful|GY003 - Friends]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/GY003-Friends.png">> <<outfit elegantdress>> It was a small class. Exclusive, exclusive, exclusive. But also, a dying breed. There had once been a need to reinforce certain values on women when there were few options for them, but modernity had made things (essentially) equal. So attendance here was more of a status symbol and for social connectedness rather than holding a greater importance. And for me? A pre-college college? A structured vacation? Whatever the real reason was, I was here amongst them. <br><br> There was... <ul> <li>Rian, that effete and singular man amongst the women -- American but otherwise private.</li> <li>Masenna, youngest daughter and princess of Lesotho.</li> <li>Sofia, daughter of a Russian oil magnate (and probably other things).</li> <li>Alina, whose mother was mostly a model, whose father was effectively an actor.</li> <li>Bekkah, a socialite from Greece.</li> <li>Lily, who hailed from a religious guru of the Christian Asia.</li> </ul> And then there was me. Just some girl from America whose Dad was a travel agent. And Mom a spy. I had to come up with a better story than that. Not only would it not be believed, it probably wasn't kosher to say. I could already feel my social strata being relegated as I contemplated the difference between us all. <br><br> I unpacked my things in the gorgeously kept single room that overlooked the lake. It was essentially a hotel, and a far cry from the expectation at learning institutions to co-habitate, co-mingle, co-everything. I felt so out of place, talk about imposter syndrome. Next? A fucking <<linkexpand "mixer.">> mixer. <br><br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> Putting on the best, most elegant dress that I had packed, I made my way down to the parlor. <br><br> Hors d'oeuvres were set out on tiered serving platters on a rich mahogany table in the center of the room. The rugs were plush. The students looked plush-er. Madame Neri, headmistress stood in front of the palatial front doors, "Good evening. Welcome to our humble Institute. Thank you for making your trips, long as they might have been," she inclined towards Lily, "and for those that did not have as far to fly, it brings us great honor that you are here. I look forward to our commencement tomorrow, but for the time being, enjoy a little respite and meet your class." A soft clap. The event begun. <br><br> "Here we go." <br><br><br> <div id = "student"> I swallowed and knew that the choice of who to speak to first carried weight and spoke immense volumes about myself -- and how they responded could be equally important. <<crossroads #student>> <<path>> Rian <<contents>> <<set $GY.friend = "Rian">> <<set $People['GY'].Masenna.rel -->> <<set $People['GY'].Rian.rel += 2>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel -= 2>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel -= 2>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -= 3>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel -->> <<scrollIntoView>> "Oh. We've got to take you shopping." There was an upturn to the corners of his mouth as he looked me over. The tone was cold and unforgiving, but I don't think my approach had been taken as an affront. And effete be damned, he was not even hiding his sexuality. <br><br> "I mean, I'm not...opposed to it." I smiled. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> "You. Are. Fucking. Gorgeous. You need to wear thinks that don't detract from" he made a hand motion at me, "this." <<else>> "You're pretty, but we can make you look //devastating//." <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("TeenModel")>> "Well, not to brag, but I //am// a model." <br><br> "No fucking shit. Work." <</if>> <br><br> He swatted my hand away from a delicately cut sandwich, "Nuh-uh. Honey, if I'm taking you on as a charity case, then you gotta make good decisions." Somehow, the playfulness of his comments made them not hurt. <br><br> "Okay, what other advice you got for me?" <br><br> He shook his head, bringing us over to the flutes of champagne, handing me one, "First. Tell me all about you." And so I did. Not everything, but he seemed to like the mundanity of my life story, so I didn't need a trump card. As the bubbles got to our head he also loosened up enough to tell me about himself. He was from <<if $CC.hometown == "LA">>my home town<<else>>Los Angeles<</if>> and was here for the business etiquette and connections to help him build a fashion empire. He was certain that the political power and money collected in this room would help him get into any room he needed to in the future. I don't think he was wrong. <br><br> We spent the entire hour chatting away, which I think pissed everyone else off, but we didn't seem to care. There was a bond of spirit. <br><br> Madame Neri gave a little soft clap and our eyes turned to her. "Wonderful to meet you all. Have a good evening." None of us had talked to her. <br><br> Hm. I wonder if it had all been monitored as a part of a test, maybe a placement test? In any event, the night was over, so we proceeded back upstairs. <br><br> I felt more at ease about all of this, but that could have been the alcohol, or his easy way -- he was going to do //great//. He left me at my door, swishing away playfully with, "Too bad I'm not into women's fashion, could'a been really useful for you," over his shoulder. I laughed and dropped into bed. He'd be good for [[me anyway|GY004 - FinishingSchool]]. <<path>> Masenna <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel -->> <<scrollIntoView>> "Your Highness." I curtseyed in front of her. It was a choice. <br><br> She sighed. Not the right choice. "Please don't." <br><br> "Did I do something wrong?" <br><br> She waved it off, "Not your fault. Where are you from, anyway?" <br><br> "Well, we certainly don't have Princesses in America." <br><br> "I'm //hardly// a Princess. In name only." It was pleasant chatting with her. There was a calm ease about her and I think she appreciated that there wasn't any expectation in our conversation. Her brother would become King, she would essentially be a figurehead of some NGO or not-for-profit. Something to bring honor to her family -- of service to the family. Her sisters had attended before her, her brother was not required. Pleasantries aside (and I think over talking about herself), she excused herself to continue making the rounds. So, I followed suit. <br><br> Bekkah looked like she lived her life on a yacht. Maybe she did. She was wearing a clean, white pant suit that accentuated her even tan. "Hey there. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $CC.wealth gt 8>> "Call me Beks." She smiled as her hands dipped into my palm. Not a true handshake, but full of self-importance. <br><br> "Okay." I smiled, thinking that Bekkah had been a nickname. Maybe a nick-nickname? <br><br> Maybe I'll have you to one of our islands. They're ''divine''." It felt like every word was emphasized. Important. I let her impress me for what felt like requisite amount of time before making an exit and find someone who might have been more my speed. She might be a good person to know, but she certainly wasn't a good person. I was just glad I qualified what felt like stringent standards <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -->>"Mmm." She nodded and gave me one of the weakest handshakes I had ever felt. I don't know what I had done to her or how she had already classified me as not worth her time, but as her finger slipped from mine like limp noodles, I felt the embarassment in my cheeks. <br><br> I was stunned as she stepped away from me and felt like everyone was judging me. Had Bekkah been my judge, jury and executioner? I hoped not. <br><br> Grabbing a linen napkin, I turned from as many people as I could, dabbed at the corners of my eyes and looked for someone who might be more receptive. <</if>> <br><br> I saw an opening as Lily awkwardly pulled away from the Russian. There was an aura around Sofia, and not simply because she was by far the best dressed here -- I had never seen the high-slit dress before and imagined it was a special edition or a design that hadn't even made it to Milan. No, the palpable aura wasn't wealth, pretension (she had that, certainly), or the expected airs of our 'colleagues'. There was an icy cold, a worldliness and understanding that immediately set me on edge. "Hi, I'm--" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. I know." I nearly stumbled, she hadn't even brought her eyes to bear on me. <<if $CC.wealth lt 4 || $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel ++>> "//How// you came to be here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> Her gaze scanned me in a way that felt robotic, as if data was being pulled into a far off server. "Right, well, I feel out of place." <br><br> "Why is that?" the delicate way she held the stem of the champagne flute was impressive. "Just because you chose to fly Coach -- you didn't //have// to." There was play in her eyes as if we were in some elite club. I guess we kind of were? <br><br> "How did you know that?" I gulped some bubbly uncomfortably. I felt naked. <br><br> She shrugged, her delicate chest bouncing slightly in her dress that served to enhance and impress with her small handfuls. Her grin broadened, "Knowledge is power, especially when you already have all the power that money can buy." <br><br> She left me with levity, "To put in the necessaries, you know," her lightly accented accent was incredibly disarming. As I turned to engage in my own 'necessaries,' I wondered if she knew my mother's secret. And if she had known before I did. <br><br> <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel -->> <<face shock>> "//Why// you are here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> I gulped -- why was I feeling like there was a threat to my life behind every comment? "Yeah. I feel out of place." <br><br> "You are." I could hear the conclusion of our encounter in her tone. I stepped back, eyes darting around hoping that I could make a transition without looking the complete fool that I felt. <</if>> <br><br> Lily was tall. Her hair was pulled back and she had the barest of makeup on. Her fingers played with some sort of beads that were slung around her wrist and waist. "Hi. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> She turned, smiling broadly towards me and bowing her head, "Lily." <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - Volunteer") || $CC.clique == "Prude" || ['church', 'volunteer'].includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your prayer." I motioned towards the beads between her fingers. The religious sect had not made many inroads to America, but I recognized the practice and she smiled broadly. <br><br> "I had just finished. Thank you." Another, deeper bow of her head. She patted an ottoman and we seated together. <br><br> We talked as we gazed around at our company, side-by-side but it felt like this was comfortable to her. Her English was not good and she let me know that was her main purpose here: improve her language skills so that she could be an emissary for her father. <br><br> "I could help, if you want." She gave another bow of her head and smiled, eyes finally meeting again. <br><br> "If you want to pray sometime. Let me know." And she stood, backing away with another bow. <br><br> Well, I think that was a friendship in the works. Let's see if I could manage anyone else. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel -= 2>> "Kind of stuffy in here, right?" I led with a joke. <br><br> She frowned looking at me, "My stuff is in my room." The accent was stronger than I had expected. I realized that my colloquialism had not been understood and that I shouldn't have assumed that she would be a perfect English speaker. <br><br> "Oh, yeah. Mine too." I nodded and coughed slightly, unsure of how to continue. <br><br> "American...Christian?" <br><br> "Uh, //no//." I laughed, which immediately caught in my throat. I saw the offense in her eyes. Her smile was tight, controlled. Another bow of her head. <br><br> "Nice to meet you." And she backed away with another slight bow. Not a good start, but now I had to try again, with someone else. <</if>> <br><br> When I got around to Rian, he raised an eyebrow and appraised what I was wearing with a criticality that felt like a knife. He stood in front of Alina who had far more disdain for me -- didn't even affect a look -- "Dear. What are you wearing." <br><br> Alina laughed and swirled her champagne, "Let's get some more bubbly, Rian." He pounded the rest of his, raised his eyebrows and glass at me in a goodbye as they both swished over to grab more golden-filled crystal. Well, wouldn't be speaking to either of them, clearly. And effete my ass. His sexuality was on his sleeve. <br><br> I had made the introductions where I could. Some better, some worse. The champagne was nice and the snacks were incredible. <br><br> Madame Neri gave a little soft clap and our eyes turned to her. "Wonderful to meet you all. Have a good evening." None of us had talked to her. <br><br> Hm. I wonder if it had all been monitored as a part of a test, maybe a placement test? In any event, the night was over, so we proceeded back to [[our rooms|GY004 - FinishingSchool]]. <<path>> Sofia <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel -->> <<set $People['GY'].Masenna.rel ++>> <<scrollIntoView>> There was an aura around Sofia, and not simply because she was by far the best dressed here -- I had never seen the high-slit dress before and imagined it was a special edition or a design that hadn't even made it to Milan. No, the palpable aura wasn't wealth, pretension (she had that, certainly), or the expected airs of our 'colleagues'. There was an icy cold, a worldliness and understanding that immediately set me on edge. "Hi, I'm--" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. I know." I nearly stumbled, she hadn't even brought her eyes to bear on me. <<if $CC.wealth lt 4 || $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel ++>> "//How// you came to be here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> Her gaze scanned me in a way that felt robotic, as if data was being pulled into a far off server. "Right, well, I feel out of place." <br><br> "Why is that?" the delicate way she held the stem of the champagne flute was impressive. "Just because you chose to fly Coach -- you didn't //have// to." There was play in her eyes as if we were in some elite club. I guess we kind of were? <br><br> "How did you know that?" I gulped some bubbly uncomfortably. I felt naked. <br><br> She shrugged, her delicate chest bouncing slightly in her dress that served to enhance and impress with her small handfuls. Her grin broadened, "Knowledge is power, especially when you already have all the power that money can buy." I fell under her wing, whisked around the room as she lightly intoned all the little secrets and knowledge she had about every. single. person. in the room. That we were kin in her mind was both a blessing and potentially incredibly scary. <br><br> She left me with levity, "To put in the necessaries, you know," her lightly accented accent was incredibly disarming. As I turned to engage in my own 'necessaries,' I wondered if she knew my mother's secret. And if she had known before I did. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel -= 2>> <<face shock>> "//Why// you are here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> I gulped -- why was I feeling like there was a threat to my life behind every comment? "Yeah. I feel out of place." <br><br> "You are." I could hear the conclusion of our encounter in her tone. I stepped back, eyes darting around hoping that I could make a transition without looking the complete fool that I felt. <</if>> <br><br> Bekkah looked like she lived her life on a yacht. Maybe she did. She was wearing a clean, white pant suit that accentuated her even tan. "Hey there. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $CC.wealth gt 8>> "Call me Beks." She smiled as her hands dipped into my palm. Not a true handshake, but full of self-importance. <br><br> "Okay." I smiled, thinking that Bekkah had been a nickname. Maybe a nick-nickname? <br><br> Maybe I'll have you to one of our islands. They're ''divine''." It felt like every word was emphasized. Important. I let her impress me for what felt like requisite amount of time before making an exit and find someone who might have been more my speed. She might be a good person to know, but she certainly wasn't a good person. I was just glad I qualified what felt like stringent standards <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -->> "Mmm." She nodded and gave me one of the weakest handshakes I had ever felt. I don't know what I had done to her or how she had already classified me as not worth her time, but as her finger slipped from mine like limp noodles, I felt the embarassment in my cheeks. <br><br> I was stunned as she stepped away from me and felt like everyone was judging me. Had Bekkah been my judge, jury and executioner? I hoped not. <br><br> Grabbing a linen napkin, I turned from as many people as I could, dabbed at the corners of my eyes and looked for someone who might be more receptive. <</if>> <br><br> There was a stateliness to 'Maseena and she simply stood still, the colors of her African country resplendent in the modernization of what looked like to be a traditional gown. She took deliberate bites of a small sandwich while having a few words with one of the male attendants. Interesting. Not one of the others. <br><br> "Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt." I meekly stepped towards them. <br><br> "You aren't, ma'am." The man's accent sounded Italian. And then he was gone. <br><br> "He was cute." She sighed, looking down her nose at me. <br><br> "I'm sorry, your--" <br><br> "Stop it. Don't you //dare//. You're lucky I've had some champagne and my heart is a little aflutter." There was humor to it, thankfully and I smiled. <br><br> "Oh, so...you don't do those, things?" She laughed and squeezed my arm. I was surprised by the familiarity. <br><br> "Hardly a Princess...?" I introduced myself awkwardly and we had a lovely five minutes or so as we discussed the cuteness of the attendants and even the one male instructor, older as he was. Then she made an easy exit, clearly experienced at events like these. <br><br> Lily was tall. Her hair was pulled back and she had the barest of makeup on. Her fingers played with some sort of beads that were slung around her wrist and waist. "Hi. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> She turned, smiling broadly towards me and bowing her head, "Lily." <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - Volunteer") || $CC.clique == "Prude" || ['church', 'volunteer'].includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your prayer." I motioned towards the beads between her fingers. The religious sect had not made many inroads to America, but I recognized the practice and she smiled broadly. <br><br> "I had just finished. Thank you." Another, deeper bow of her head. She patted an ottoman and we seated together. <br><br> We talked as we gazed around at our company, side-by-side but it felt like this was comfortable to her. Her English was not good and she let me know that was her main purpose here: improve her language skills so that she could be an emissary for her father. <br><br> "I could help, if you want." She gave another bow of her head and smiled, eyes finally meeting again. <br><br> "If you want to pray sometime. Let me know." And she stood, backing away with another bow. <br><br> Well, I think that was a friendship in the works. Let's see if I could manage anyone else. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel -= 2>> "Kind of stuffy in here, right?" I led with a joke. <br><br> She frowned looking at me, "My stuff is in my room." The accent was stronger than I had expected. I realized that my colloquialism had not been understood and that I shouldn't have assumed that she would be a perfect English speaker. <br><br> "Oh, yeah. Mine too." I nodded and coughed slightly, unsure of how to continue. <br><br> "American...Christian?" <br><br> "Uh, //no//." I laughed, which immediately caught in my throat. I saw the offense in her eyes. Her smile was tight, controlled. Another bow of her head. <br><br> "Nice to meet you." And she backed away with another slight bow. Not a good start, but now I had to try again, with someone else. <</if>> <br><br> When I got around to Rian, he raised an eyebrow and appraised what I was wearing with a criticality that felt like a knife. He stood in front of Alina who had far more disdain for me -- didn't even affect a look -- "Dear. What are you wearing." <br><br> Alina laughed and swirled her champagne, "Let's get some more bubbly, Rian." He pounded the rest of his, raised his eyebrows and glass at me in a goodbye as they both swished over to grab more golden-filled crystal. Well, wouldn't be speaking to either of them, clearly. And effete my ass. His sexuality was on his sleeve. <br><br> I had made the introductions where I could. Some better, some worse. The champagne was nice and the snacks were incredible. <br><br> Madame Neri gave a little soft clap and our eyes turned to her. "Wonderful to meet you all. Have a good evening." None of us had talked to her. <br><br> Hm. I wonder if it had all been monitored as a part of a test, maybe a placement test? In any event, the night was over, so we proceeded back to [[our rooms|GY004 - FinishingSchool]]. <<path>> Alina <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -->> <<set $People['GY'].Masenna.rel ++>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel += 2>> <<scrollIntoView>> God, Alina was gorgeous. Not too surprising given her breeding, and she seemed the most in line with me. The most normal. The closest to a pretender. <br><br> "Hey." I smiled, walking up, "I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> She smiled back, "Alina." She shook my hand and we drew over to the plated appetizers and began selecting a couple on little napkins with toothpicks, "This all as weird to you as it is to me?" <br><br> I nodded emphatically, "No. Shit. So. Why are you here then?" <br><br> She raised an eyebrow, "Same back to you." <br><br> "I asked first." Wow, this felt like time with <<print $CC.FName>>. That was good. <br><br> She took a bite of a crust-less sandwich and rolled her eyes, "Dad didn't want me acting. Mom didn't want me modeling. Both the same reason: didn't want me underneath guy after guy with my legs in the air." <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - SeedyCouch") || $CC.actPath == 1>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel ++>> "Welp, they aren't wrong." Some memories rushed forward of exactly the scenarios she had mentioned. <br><br> "Oh. God. I'm so sorry." Her fingers entwined with mine as she stepped closer. <br><br> "It's okay. Just the way things are. Can't get pissed about what's happened. I was there, I did it." Her eyebrows raised at how un-me too I was being about it. "So, they'd rather you become...?" <br><br> I laughed at how 'uncouth' her response was. "So they'd rather you become...?" <br><br> "Who the hell knows. I think it's a delaying tactic more than anything else. I don't think they have any ideas, and neither do I. Now. Spill, girl. Since you've already done the casting couch thing, what are you avoiding?" Despite the chord that she just struck, I couldn't help but laugh. <br><br> I was laughing a lot and getting some looks from some of the instructors. Felt like a class cut-up and class hand't even started. I told her all about my uneventful background and that my Mom had disappeared and I just wanted to get away, didn't want to go to college, didn't know what else to do. <br><br> She reached a pinkie over and we clasped, "Twinsies. Alright, girlie. Gotta go make nice with the others." I kissed my knuckle and she hers. And then we broke away, both content at finding a fast friend. <<else>> <br><br> I laughed at how 'uncouth' her response was. "So they'd rather you become...?" <br><br> "Who the hell knows. I think it's a delaying tactic more than anything else. I don't think they have any ideas, and neither do I. Now. Spill, girl." <br><br> I was laughing a lot and getting some looks from some of the instructors. Felt like a class cut-up and class hand't even started. I told her all about my uneventful background and that my Mom had disappeared and I just wanted to get away, didn't want to go to college, didn't know what else to do. <br><br> She reached a pinkie over and we clasped, "Twinsies. Alright, girlie. Gotta go make nice with the others." I kissed my knuckle and she hers. And then we broke away, both content at finding a fast friend. <</if>> <br><br> There was a stateliness to 'Maseena and she simply stood still, the colors of her African country resplendent in the modernization of what looked like to be a traditional gown. She took deliberate bites of a small sandwich while having a few words with one of the male attendants. Interesting. Not one of the others. <br><br> "Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt." I meekly stepped towards them. <br><br> "You aren't, ma'am." The man's accent sounded Italian. And then he was gone. <br><br> "He was cute." She sighed, looking down her nose at me. <br><br> "I'm sorry, your--" <br><br> "Stop it. Don't you //dare//. You're lucky I've had some champagne and my heart is a little aflutter." There was humor to it, thankfully and I smiled. <br><br> "Oh, so...you don't do those, things?" She laughed and squeezed my arm. I was surprised by the familiarity. <br><br> "Hardly a Princess...?" I introduced myself awkwardly and we had a lovely five minutes or so as we discussed the cuteness of the attendants and even the one male instructor, older as he was. Then she made an easy exit, clearly experienced at events like these. <br><br> I saw an opening as Lily awkwardly pulled away from the Russian. There was an aura around Sofia, and not simply because she was by far the best dressed here -- I had never seen the high-slit dress before and imagined it was a special edition or a design that hadn't even made it to Milan. No, the palpable aura wasn't wealth, pretension (she had that, certainly), or the expected airs of our 'colleagues'. There was an icy cold, a worldliness and understanding that immediately set me on edge. "Hi, I'm--" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. I know." I nearly stumbled, she hadn't even brought her eyes to bear on me. <<if $CC.wealth lt 4 || $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel ++>> "//How// you came to be here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> Her gaze scanned me in a way that felt robotic, as if data was being pulled into a far off server. "Right, well, I feel out of place." <br><br> "Why is that?" the delicate way she held the stem of the champagne flute was impressive. "Just because you chose to fly Coach -- you didn't //have// to." There was play in her eyes as if we were in some elite club. I guess we kind of were? <br><br> "How did you know that?" I gulped some bubbly uncomfortably. I felt naked. <br><br> She shrugged, her delicate chest bouncing slightly in her dress that served to enhance and impress with her small handfuls. Her grin broadened, "Knowledge is power, especially when you already have all the power that money can buy." <br><br> She left me with levity, "To put in the necessaries, you know," her lightly accented accent was incredibly disarming. As I turned to engage in my own 'necessaries,' I wondered if she knew my mother's secret. And if she had known before I did. <br><br> <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel -->> <<face shock>> "//Why// you are here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> I gulped -- why was I feeling like there was a threat to my life behind every comment? "Yeah. I feel out of place." <br><br> "You are." I could hear the conclusion of our encounter in her tone. I stepped back, eyes darting around hoping that I could make a transition without looking the complete fool that I felt. <</if>> <br><br> Lily was tall. Her hair was pulled back and she had the barest of makeup on. Her fingers played with some sort of beads that were slung around her wrist and waist. "Hi. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> She turned, smiling broadly towards me and bowing her head, "Lily." <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - Volunteer") || $CC.clique == "Prude" || ['church', 'volunteer'].includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your prayer." I motioned towards the beads between her fingers. The religious sect had not made many inroads to America, but I recognized the practice and she smiled broadly. <br><br> "I had just finished. Thank you." Another, deeper bow of her head. She patted an ottoman and we seated together. <br><br> We talked as we gazed around at our company, side-by-side but it felt like this was comfortable to her. Her English was not good and she let me know that was her main purpose here: improve her language skills so that she could be an emissary for her father. <br><br> "I could help, if you want." She gave another bow of her head and smiled, eyes finally meeting again. <br><br> "If you want to pray sometime. Let me know." And she stood, backing away with another bow. <br><br> Well, I think that was a friendship in the works. Let's see if I could manage anyone else. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel -= 2>> "Kind of stuffy in here, right?" I led with a joke. <br><br> She frowned looking at me, "My stuff is in my room." The accent was stronger than I had expected. I realized that my colloquialism had not been understood and that I shouldn't have assumed that she would be a perfect English speaker. <br><br> "Oh, yeah. Mine too." I nodded and coughed slightly, unsure of how to continue. <br><br> "American...Christian?" <br><br> "Uh, //no//." I laughed, which immediately caught in my throat. I saw the offense in her eyes. Her smile was tight, controlled. Another bow of her head. <br><br> "Nice to meet you." And she backed away with another slight bow. Not a good start, but now I had to try again, with someone else. <</if>> <br><br> When I got around to Rian, he raised an eyebrow and appraised what I was wearing with a criticality that felt like a knife. He stood in front of Bekkah who had far more disdain for me -- didn't even affect a look -- "Dear. What are you wearing." <br><br> Bekkah laughed and swirled her champagne, "Let's get some more bubbly, Rian." He pounded the rest of his, raised his eyebrows and glass at me in a goodbye as they both swished over to grab more golden-filled crystal. Well, wouldn't be speaking to either of them, clearly. And effete my ass. His sexuality was on his sleeve. <br><br> I had made the introductions where I could. Some better, some worse. The champagne was nice and the snacks were incredible. <br><br> Madame Neri gave a little soft clap and our eyes turned to her. "Wonderful to meet you all. Have a good evening." None of us had talked to her. <br><br> Hm. I wonder if it had all been monitored as a part of a test, maybe a placement test? In any event, the night was over, so we proceeded back to [[our rooms|GY004 - FinishingSchool]]. <<path>> Bekkah <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel -->> <<set $People['GY'].Masenna.rel ++>> <<scrollIntoView>> Bekkah looked like she lived her life on a yacht. Maybe she did. She was wearing a clean, white pant suit that accentuated her even tan. "Hey there. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $CC.wealth gt 6>> "Call me Beks." She smiled as her hands dipped into my palm. Not a true handshake, but full of self-importance. <br><br> "I had assumed Bekkah was your nickname." I smiled, 'shaking her hand'. <br><br> "Family name. Beks. Kay?" It was a cold smile, but it was a smile. "So. <<print $CC.name>>. Why //are// you here?" <br><br> "Could ask the same thing of you?" <br><br> "Yeah. But don't." The coldness reached her eyes and I realized that it was her way or the highway. <br><br> "It was this or college." <br><br> "Oh, how ''plebian''." <br><br> I tried to laugh in agreement. "Yeah. Or backpack Europe? Or hang out with natives in Africa? Gag me." <br><br> "Oh, that sounds far more fun." <br><br> I laughed. This one came easier. "And I didn't feel like just...traveling." <br><br> "Oh, dear. You //should//. Maybe I'll have you to one of our islands. They're ''divine''." It felt like every word was emphasized. Important. I let her impress me for what felt like the right amount of time before making an exit and find someone who might have been more my speed. She might be a good person to know, but she certainly wasn't a good person. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -->> "Mmm." She nodded and gave me one of the weakest handshakes I had ever felt. I don't know what I had done to her or how she had already classified me as not worth her time, but as her finger slipped from mine like limp noodles, I felt the embarassment in my cheeks. <br><br> I was stunned as she stepped away from me and felt like everyone was judging me. Had Bekkah been my judge, jury and executioner? I hoped not. <br><br> Grabbing a linen napkin, I turned from as many people as I could, dabbed at the corners of my eyes and looked for someone who might be more receptive. <</if>> <br><br> There was a stateliness to 'Maseena and she simply stood still, the colors of her African country resplendent in the modernization of what looked like to be a traditional gown. She took deliberate bites of a small sandwich while having a few words with one of the male attendants. Interesting. Not one of the others. <br><br> "Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt." I meekly stepped towards them. <br><br> "You aren't, ma'am." The man's accent sounded Italian. And then he was gone. <br><br> "He was cute." She sighed, looking down her nose at me. <br><br> "I'm sorry, your--" <br><br> "Stop it. Don't you //dare//. You're lucky I've had some champagne and my heart is a little aflutter." There was humor to it, thankfully and I smiled. <br><br> "Oh, so...you don't do those, things?" She laughed and squeezed my arm. I was surprised by the familiarity. <br><br> "Hardly a Princess...?" I introduced myself awkwardly and we had a lovely five minutes or so as we discussed the cuteness of the attendants and even the one male instructor, older as he was. Then she made an easy exit, clearly experienced at events like these. <br><br> I saw an opening as Lily awkwardly pulled away from the Russian. There was an aura around Sofia, and not simply because she was by far the best dressed here -- I had never seen the high-slit dress before and imagined it was a special edition or a design that hadn't even made it to Milan. No, the palpable aura wasn't wealth, pretension (she had that, certainly), or the expected airs of our 'colleagues'. There was an icy cold, a worldliness and understanding that immediately set me on edge. "Hi, I'm--" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. I know." I nearly stumbled, she hadn't even brought her eyes to bear on me. <<if $CC.wealth lt 4 || $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel ++>> "//How// you came to be here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> Her gaze scanned me in a way that felt robotic, as if data was being pulled into a far off server. "Right, well, I feel out of place." <br><br> "Why is that?" the delicate way she held the stem of the champagne flute was impressive. "Just because you chose to fly Coach -- you didn't //have// to." There was play in her eyes as if we were in some elite club. I guess we kind of were? <br><br> "How did you know that?" I gulped some bubbly uncomfortably. I felt naked. <br><br> She shrugged, her delicate chest bouncing slightly in her dress that served to enhance and impress with her small handfuls. Her grin broadened, "Knowledge is power, especially when you already have all the power that money can buy." <br><br> She left me with levity, "To put in the necessaries, you know," her lightly accented accent was incredibly disarming. As I turned to engage in my own 'necessaries,' I wondered if she knew my mother's secret. And if she had known before I did. <br><br> <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel -->> "//Why// you are here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> I gulped -- why was I feeling like there was a threat to my life behind every comment? "Yeah. I feel out of place." <br><br> "You are." I could hear the conclusion of our encounter in her tone. I stepped back, eyes darting around hoping that I could make a transition without looking the complete fool that I felt. <</if>> <br><br> Lily was tall. Her hair was pulled back and she had the barest of makeup on. Her fingers played with some sort of beads that were slung around her wrist and waist. "Hi. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> She turned, smiling broadly towards me and bowing her head, "Lily." <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - Volunteer") || $CC.clique == "Prude" || ['church', 'volunteer'].includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your prayer." I motioned towards the beads between her fingers. The religious sect had not made many inroads to America, but I recognized the practice and she smiled broadly. <br><br> "I had just finished. Thank you." Another, deeper bow of her head. She patted an ottoman and we seated together. <br><br> We talked as we gazed around at our company, side-by-side but it felt like this was comfortable to her. Her English was not good and she let me know that was her main purpose here: improve her language skills so that she could be an emissary for her father. <br><br> "I could help, if you want." She gave another bow of her head and smiled, eyes finally meeting again. <br><br> "If you want to pray sometime. Let me know." And she stood, backing away with another bow. <br><br> Well, I think that was a friendship in the works. Let's see if I could manage anyone else. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel -= 2>> "Kind of stuffy in here, right?" I led with a joke. <br><br> She frowned looking at me, "My stuff is in my room." The accent was stronger than I had expected. I realized that my colloquialism had not been understood and that I shouldn't have assumed that she would be a perfect English speaker. <br><br> "Oh, yeah. Mine too." I nodded and coughed slightly, unsure of how to continue. <br><br> "American...Christian?" <br><br> "Uh, //no//." I laughed, which immediately caught in my throat. I saw the offense in her eyes. Her smile was tight, controlled. Another bow of her head. <br><br> "Nice to meet you." And she backed away with another slight bow. Not a good start, but now I had to try again, with someone else. <</if>> <br><br> When I got around to Rian, he raised an eyebrow and appraised what I was wearing with a criticality that felt like a knife. He stood in front of Alina who had far more disdain for me -- didn't even affect a look -- "Dear. What are you wearing." <br><br> Alina laughed and swirled her champagne, "Let's get some more bubbly, Rian." He pounded the rest of his, raised his eyebrows and glass at me in a goodbye as they both swished over to grab more golden-filled crystal. Well, wouldn't be speaking to either of them, clearly. And effete my ass. His sexuality was on his sleeve. <br><br> I had made the introductions where I could. Some better, some worse. The champagne was nice and the snacks were incredible. <br><br> Madame Neri gave a little soft clap and our eyes turned to her. "Wonderful to meet you all. Have a good evening." None of us had talked to her. <br><br> Hm. I wonder if it had all been monitored as a part of a test, maybe a placement test? In any event, the night was over, so we proceeded back to [[our rooms|GY004 - FinishingSchool]]. <<path>> Lily <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel -->> <<set $People['GY'].Masenna.rel ++>> <<scrollIntoView>> She was tall, her hair was pulled back and she had the barest of makeup on. Her fingers played with some sort of beads that were slung around her wrist and waist. "Hi. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> She turned, smiling broadly towards me and bowing her head, "Lily." <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - Volunteer") || $CC.clique == "Prude" || ['church', 'volunteer'].includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your prayer." I motioned towards the beads between her fingers. The religious sect had not made many inroads to America, but I recognized the practice and she smiled broadly. <br><br> "I had just finished. Thank you." Another, deeper bow of her head. She patted an ottoman and we seated together. <br><br> We talked as we gazed around at our company, side-by-side but it felt like this was comfortable to her. Her English was not good and she let me know that was her main purpose here: improve her language skills so that she could be an emissary for her father. <br><br> "I could help, if you want." She gave another bow of her head and smiled, eyes finally meeting again. <br><br> "If you want to pray sometime. Let me know." And she stood, backing away with another bow. <br><br> Well, I think that was a friendship in the works. Let's see if I could manage anyone else. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel -= 2>> "Kind of stuffy in here, right?" I led with a joke. <br><br> She frowned looking at me, "My stuff is in my room." The accent was stronger than I had expected. I realized that my colloquialism had not been understood and that I shouldn't have assumed that she would be a perfect English speaker. <br><br> "Oh, yeah. Mine too." I nodded and coughed slightly, unsure of how to continue. <br><br> "American...Christian?" <br><br> "Uh, //no//." I laughed, which immediately caught in my throat. I saw the offense in her eyes. Her smile was tight, controlled. Another bow of her head. <br><br> "Nice to meet you." And she backed away with another slight bow. Not a good start, but now I had to try again, with someone else. <</if>> <br><br> Bekkah looked like she lived her life on a yacht. Maybe she did. She was wearing a clean, white pant suit that accentuated her even tan. "Hey there. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $CC.wealth gt 8>> "Call me Beks." She smiled as her hands dipped into my palm. Not a true handshake, but full of self-importance. <br><br> "Okay." I smiled, thinking that Bekkah had been a nickname. Maybe a nick-nickname? <br><br> Maybe I'll have you to one of our islands. They're ''divine''." It felt like every word was emphasized. Important. I let her impress me for what felt like requisite amount of time before making an exit and find someone who might have been more my speed. She might be a good person to know, but she certainly wasn't a good person. I was just glad I qualified what felt like stringent standards <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -->> "Mmm." She nodded and gave me one of the weakest handshakes I had ever felt. I don't know what I had done to her or how she had already classified me as not worth her time, but as her finger slipped from mine like limp noodles, I felt the embarassment in my cheeks. <br><br> I was stunned as she stepped away from me and felt like everyone was judging me. Had Bekkah been my judge, jury and executioner? I hoped not. <br><br> Grabbing a linen napkin, I turned from as many people as I could, dabbed at the corners of my eyes and looked for someone who might be more receptive. <</if>> <br><br> I saw an opening as Lily awkwardly pulled away from the Russian. There was an aura around Sofia, and not simply because she was by far the best dressed here -- I had never seen the high-slit dress before and imagined it was a special edition or a design that hadn't even made it to Milan. No, the palpable aura wasn't wealth, pretension (she had that, certainly), or the expected airs of our 'colleagues'. There was an icy cold, a worldliness and understanding that immediately set me on edge. "Hi, I'm--" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. I know." I nearly stumbled, she hadn't even brought her eyes to bear on me. <<if $CC.wealth lt 4 || $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel ++>>"//How// you came to be here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> Her gaze scanned me in a way that felt robotic, as if data was being pulled into a far off server. "Right, well, I feel out of place." <br><br> "Why is that?" the delicate way she held the stem of the champagne flute was impressive. "Just because you chose to fly Coach -- you didn't //have// to." There was play in her eyes as if we were in some elite club. I guess we kind of were? <br><br> "How did you know that?" I gulped some bubbly uncomfortably. I felt naked. <br><br> She shrugged, her delicate chest bouncing slightly in her dress that served to enhance and impress with her small handfuls. Her grin broadened, "Knowledge is power, especially when you already have all the power that money can buy." <br><br> She left me with levity, "To put in the necessaries, you know," her lightly accented accent was incredibly disarming. As I turned to engage in my own 'necessaries,' I wondered if she knew my mother's secret. And if she had known before I did. <br><br> <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel -->> <<face shock>> "//Why// you are here, though..." She let it trail off pointedly. <br><br> I gulped -- why was I feeling like there was a threat to my life behind every comment? "Yeah. I feel out of place." <br><br> "You are." I could hear the conclusion of our encounter in her tone. I stepped back, eyes darting around hoping that I could make a transition without looking the complete fool that I felt. <</if>> <br><br> There was a stateliness to 'Maseena and she simply stood still, the colors of her African country resplendent in the modernization of what looked like to be a traditional gown. She took deliberate bites of a small sandwich while having a few words with one of the male attendants. Interesting. Not one of the others. <br><br> "Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt." I meekly stepped towards them. <br><br> "You aren't, ma'am." The man's accent sounded Italian. And then he was gone. <br><br> "He was cute." She sighed, looking down her nose at me. <br><br> "I'm sorry, your--" <br><br> "Stop it. Don't you //dare//. You're lucky I've had some champagne and my heart is a little aflutter." There was humor to it, thankfully and I smiled. <br><br> "Oh, so...you don't do those, things?" She laughed and squeezed my arm. I was surprised by the familiarity. <br><br> "Hardly a Princess...?" I introduced myself awkwardly and we had a lovely five minutes or so as we discussed the cuteness of the attendants and even the one male instructor, older as he was. Then she made an easy exit, clearly experienced at events like these. <br><br> When I got around to Rian, he raised an eyebrow and appraised what I was wearing with a criticality that felt like a knife. He stood in front of Alina who had far more disdain for me -- didn't even affect a look -- "Dear. What are you wearing." <br><br> Alina laughed and swirled her champagne, "Let's get some more bubbly, Rian." He pounded the rest of his, raised his eyebrows and glass at me in a goodbye as they both swished over to grab more golden-filled crystal. Well, wouldn't be speaking to either of them, clearly. And effete my ass. His sexuality was on his sleeve. <br><br> I had made the introductions where I could. Some better, some worse. The champagne was nice and the snacks were incredible. <br><br> Madame Neri gave a little soft clap and our eyes turned to her. "Wonderful to meet you all. Have a good evening." None of us had talked to her. <br><br> Hm. I wonder if it had all been monitored as a part of a test, maybe a placement test? In any event, the night was over, so we proceeded back to [[our rooms|GY004 - FinishingSchool]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> /* Cassie (TODO): Linkexpands for flow. */
<<image framed "passage/GY004-FinishingSchool.png">> Classes begun the next morning after a polite, restrained breakfast. There was so much silverware on the table, meticulously arranged. And European dining was afoot. <br><br> Customs of France, England and nuances of different regions of Europe were covered. It felt like a language class and I had no idea how much was at play when you were eating. I had just thought keeping your mouth closed and gripping your silverware was enough. <br><br> We learned the differences between dining privately and in public, different sequences of coursing, taboos, pairings of food and wine. There was //so// much. History of the evolution of these cultural requirements, the silverware, greetings, small talk. <br><br> I felt like I needed a notebook on hand so much information was being thrown at me. And the days passed, more knowledge, rules and requirements followed. More and more. It was certainly overwhelming while I had felt like the whole experience was going to be soft and simple, a breeze. It wasn't. <br><br> And then the roleplay began. We played host, we organized, we served. We ate and drank //so// much. Eventually, even the richness of the courses blended into one another. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 2>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Masenna.rel ++>> The rules and roles came easily to me, and I was glad for the dinners and cultural experiences I had been offered in my adolescence. I would have certainly felt out of sorts without it. <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -->><<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> I felt out of place, not having nearly the baseline that the rest of my classmates had. I stumbled where others walked without a thought. I could feel a collective sigh when I was holding the class back with the basics. I often was looking down at my knees. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 2>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel ++>> <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Rian.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -->><<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> I forgot most of it and received quite a few shakes of the head by Madame Neri, and even some of the attendants. I felt like the others were joking about me behind my back. <</if>> <br><br> And that was just the first couple months. I was glad when we were leaving <<linkexpand "the table behind us.">> the table behind us. <br><br><br> Then we shifted slightly into Etiquette and Protocol. <br><br> Things diversified from the Euro-focus and I could feel Lily relax a bit as there was distinct care taken in addressing Chinese and Japanese culture. <br><br> We didn't leave dining entirely -- how would you comport yourself at a restaurant or dining in a culture. God. Dammit. <br><br> Our clothing. Formal and informal -- informal certainly had a higher bar than I was used to. Manners, manners, manners. And stationary, of course. <br><br> We discussed the //right// //gift//. <br><br> Floral arrangement, decoration, engagements and weddings, naming ceremonies. And then Rian and Bekkah seemed to become piqued as we moved into business etiquette. Not so much with the interview process, but leadership, media, event organization and business meals. <br><br> We discussed business cards, office and ranking in diplomatic circles, even ''flag'' etiquette. <br><br> There was so much to learn, but at least I wasn't constantly staring at food I couldn't eat, sitting in a chair at a long table for hours on end. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1>> <<face happy>> <<set $People['GY'].Rian.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel -->><<set $People['GY'].Masenna.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> I could not have been more glad that I had built up some level of sophistication before arriving in Switzerland. While at home, I felt stuffy at times -- an unforgivable offense -- it allowed me a graceful progress through this tutelage. <<else>> <<face angry>> <<set $People['GY'].Rian.rel -->><<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel -->><<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> Woof. I felt like I was stumbling constantly. Foot in my mouth disease. I did not feel cultured enough to be consuming this knowledge. There were out-and-out laughs at me, sometimes on a daily cadence. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 0>> <<set $People['GY'].Rian.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel ++>><<else>><<set $People['GY'].Rian.rel -->><<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel ++>><<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel -->> <</if>> <br><br> <<Stats Attractiveness ++>> Another couple of months transpired and we moved into the <<linkexpand "bespoke portion of our instruction.">> bespoke portion of our instruction. <br><br><br> One thing that I noticed is I felt more put together and more attractive. The small bits and pieces accumulating into giving me a draw, a mystique -- class is a crazy thing. <br><br> I hadn't put anything in the 'other knowledge requests' section of my application, but it was apparent the others had. Our final leg of instruction would include language (Lily), political diplomacy (Bekkah? Sofia? 'Masenna?), and home management (Uh...?). <br><br> The atmosphere changed. Maybe because we were comfortable, maybe because these were the sections that had been especially requested, maybe because our instructors were flying by the seat of their pants to cater to their wealthy students. I was thankful for the relative lack of structure. The other classes had felt defined over hundreds of years. These felt newer, flexible and -- maybe -- more useful? <br><br> Language held a specific focus on English, and the three Americans got to yawn our way through that one. But there were also intricacies of major languages across the world. Common faux pas, passable basics in Chinese, Japanese, Spanish, French, German. It focused on the inter-personal rather than your usual language classes finding your way to the library or bathroom, but anything was better than nothing. <br><br> Madame Neri dropped a fascinating story during our midday foray into political diplomacy. Vera Atkins, a British agent, had attended the Institute. Had other spies? Had my mom? <br><br> I shook off the uncanny moment and tried to focus as we navigated what clearly wasn't just how to say hello to a President, but had shadowy undertones. It was clear that the Madame took especial relish in this portion of instruction. <br><br> We rounded out our evenings managing our homes. Finance, decor, and then...servants. That just felt so hollow to me. And wrong? But as instruction continued, it was apparent how far 'ahead'? 'Apart'? from the rest of the world that America was. Serving -- in the truest sense -- and household attendants were widespread in use across the world. <br><br> There was less testing, so I digested what I could and felt relieved that I wouldn't be exposed for the imposter that I felt like I was. <br><br><br> But enough of the school. That wasn't the entire experience in Montreaux. We had [[fun, too|GY005 - SwissDays]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/GY002-SwissArrival.png">> <div id="daytime"> <div class="crossroads-intro"> There were some activities that were Institute-organized: </div> <<crossroads #daytime>> <<path>> ''Volunteering'' for the poor [to open our eyes]. <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> Lily and the female staff took day trips down into Lausanne and the Renens district to do 'good' for the community there. It felt like the right thing to do: we had the wealth, access, power and privilege -- it was our obligation to give back. <br><br> Most of the population was foreign, which certainly had to do with why such a high percentage of people were without employment. When they had told me about the run-down and impoverished area, I was expecting something else, but it was far from a slum or ghetto. It still was clean, nice and people were well-mannered. <br><br> We'd sit down in a small office and the (mostly) men would come in. They'd be wearing suits, they'd be put together and we were supposed to instruct them with our knowledge, whether we'd come by it at the institute or in our life. We were supposed to help them with skills to get a job, to present themselves well. <br><br> It was like a mock interview, but I treated it more like a therapy session. To be a sounding board for them, because who was I to tell someone in their forties how to get a job. <br><br> They were nice, easy days that made me feel good and gave me time with Lily who clearly felt the imperative to help more than anyone I had ever [[met|GY006 - SwissNights]]. <<path>> ''Cultural'' outings to Munich, Milan, and Leon. <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Masenna.rel ++>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> 'Masenna took the opportunity for free time to visit some of the cultural centers of nearby Europe. Bekkah went because, well, she's Bekkah. If she was going to do something like shop or eat out...why would she do it in the small town when there were these incredible places so close. <br><br> I went because, well it was my first time in Europe and I had to see these places if I could. There would be cold little chauffeured trips where we didn't say much (that wasn't shut down by Bekkah) and then we'd arrive and she'd disappear, leaving 'Masenna and I to our own devices. <br><br> And then things would lighten up. Her laugh was infectious and her mind was ravenous. We went to museums. Marienplatz. Duomo. Basilica de San Isidoro. <br><br> While in Switzerland you'd hear Spanish, Italian, German, French -- it was a true melting pot -- it was wonderful to be surrounded by a unified language and just lose yourself in the French speakers, the Germans. It helped to work our language skills. <br><br> It helped to understand these people that we had studied and talked about in class. We saw who they were, where they were and why they were. <br><br> And then Bekkah would roll up, much more pleasant on the way back and allowed us to talk about the goings on of the [[day|GY006 - SwissNights]]. <</crossroads>> <div class="crossroads-intro"> While others were just the ideas that we had: </div> <<crossroads #daytime>> <<path>> ''Shopping'' in the unique European markets. <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Rian.rel ++>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel ++>> While Bekkah raved about what she found in Germany and France, I didn't feel like going so far afield. And it gave time with Alina, who wasn't flush with cash, and Rian, who preferred seeing inspiration in the common people rather than what was already hitting the carpets of the big cities. <br><br> The three of us were probably the quintessential 'tourists,' poking around town and we didn't spend all that much, but it was fun to have some time away from the others and our studies. It was great to be close and comfortable and just get to the activity of the day. <br><br> We enjoyed the walks along the lake. We sat in little cafes, where we got to be regulars and welcomed with open arms. We got to feel more like 'normal' people rather than those who went to a fucking Finishing School. There were some disparaging looks from the Madame when we'd return, but we didn't care. <br><br> It was lovely. It was light. A little pastoral pastiche while we could look up and see the school up above us, overlooking the town as pretentious as what went on [[indoors|GY006 - SwissNights]]. <<path>> ''Local activities'', just to take it easy and enjoy this time away. <<contents>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> I was in Switzerland. The //Alps//. I was going to enjoy the slopes. Lake Geneva? Get in a fucking kayak. Or, when Sofia was willing -- out on a boat. <br><br> Sometimes we would play together, whether on the powder or on the water. But most of the time it offered me solitude. I could sweat it out and get active, feel alive, and get out the frustration of all the restraint and 'gentility' that we were being instilled with. <br><br> I wasn't just some trophy wife. I wasn't just some pretty thing to be quiet and sit around. I was alive and I wanted to push myself and try things out. <br><br> So I sailed, I paraglided, I skied, and then I went to some ice caves as a break from the [[exertion|GY006 - SwissNights]]. <</crossroads>> And one, more than the others was where I really leaned in and enjoyed myself. </div>
<<image framed "passage/GY006-SwissNights.png">> <<set $GY.swissTrysts = 0>> /* TODO: Refactor GYFriend Logic */ <<if $People['GY'].Lily.rel gte $People['GY'].Rian.rel && $People['GY'].Lily.rel gte $People['GY'].Sofia.rel && $People['GY'].Lily.rel gte $People['GY'].Alina.rel && $People['GY'].Lily.rel gte $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel && $People['GY'].Lily.rel gte $People['GY'].Masenna.rel>> <<set $GY.friend = "Lily">> <<elseif $People['GY'].Rian.rel gte $People['GY'].Lily.rel && $People['GY'].Rian.rel gte $People['GY'].Sofia.rel && $People['GY'].Rian.rel gte $People['GY'].Alina.rel && $People['GY'].Rian.rel gte $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel && $People['GY'].Rian.rel gte $People['GY'].Masenna.rel>> <<set $GY.friend = "Rian">> <<elseif $People['GY'].Sofia.rel gte $People['GY'].Lily.rel && $People['GY'].Sofia.rel gte $People['GY'].Rian.rel && $People['GY'].Sofia.rel gte $People['GY'].Alina.rel && $People['GY'].Sofia.rel gte $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel && $People['GY'].Sofia.rel gte $People['GY'].Masenna.rel>> <<set $GY.friend = "Sofia">> <<elseif $People['GY'].Alina.rel gte $People['GY'].Lily.rel && $People['GY'].Alina.rel gte $People['GY'].Sofia.rel && $People['GY'].Alina.rel gte $People['GY'].Rian.rel && $People['GY'].Alina.rel gte $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel && $People['GY'].Alina.rel gte $People['GY'].Masenna.rel>> <<set $GY.friend = "Alina">> <<elseif $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel gte $People['GY'].Lily.rel && $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel gte $People['GY'].Sofia.rel && $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel gte $People['GY'].Alina.rel && $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel gte $People['GY'].Rian.rel && $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel gte $People['GY'].Masenna.rel>> <<set $GY.friend = "Bekkah">> <<else>> <<set $GY.friend = "Masenna">> <</if>> And then, there were the nights. Sure, there was a curfew, but that never seemed to get in anyone's way, nor really enforced. I'm sure even as prim and proper Madame was, she understood that a bunch of kids from late teens to mid twenties would not be kept indoors for long. <br><br> It all began one evening when I was in my room, cross-legged on my bed and using different books to try and remember what arrangement plates were supposed to be in. And my door opened, <<print $GY.friend>> walked in. Nonchalant and dressed to party. "Alright. You're late." <br><br> "Late?" I laughed, smiling and surprised to see them standing in my room. I guess we'd affected a kind of friendship. Cool. <br><br> "Get dressed, bitch." <<print $GY.friend>> stepped over and smacked my ass. A bigger smile, I rolled off the bed, leaving my 'plates' behind. <br><br> "Where we going?" I threw on my <<linkexpand "going out clothes">> <<outfit club>> going out clothes, which I had barely even considered packing I was eager to give them an inaugural evening. <br><br> <div id="out"> "Well. This sleepy little town has some <<link "fun clubs">> <<replace "#out">> <<print $GY.friend>> wagged their eyebrows at me and I laughed, flattening the dress against myself and giving a cursory look in the mirror. <br><br> "Think Madame would approve?" <br><br> "No. I //love// it." <br><br> And so we rolled out, sneaking through the palatial mansion as best we could. I doubted that we got away with it -- the place certainly had cameras, and during the day was brimming with staff -- there was no way we got out sight unseen, but I never heard anything about it. That night, or any night. <br><br> <<if $GY.friend == "Masenna">> <<Stats Performance ++>> She was resplendent in her outfit. Sure, she was a bigger girl, but she showed off her luscious curves and wore it confidently. I was jealous of her confidence. I was more jealous seeing her handle the cobblestones that threatened to wrench my ankles. <br><br> "How. Are you doing that?" I grunted out, catching myself on the wall -- heels did not mix with this old-style construction. She turned slowly, effortlessly, held up on two points just like I was, weight shifted forward and looking at me trying to make my way forward. <br><br> "Oh, I'm sorry! Careful! Can't have you breaking something before we even get to dancing. Here." She came back and offered me her arm. A hit to my pride that she could both handle herself //and// me, but better that than the alternative. Together, we made our way down to the town at night. <br><br> And it wasn't just a sleepy lakeside town, it felt practically asleep. "You sure anything's open?" <br><br> A deep, resonant, mhmmm was all she responded and my interest was piqued. She hadn't been to Switzerland, and especially this town, before as far as I knew. It was the difference in strata, I guess, she had connections given who she was. A princess. <br><br> She brought me to what looked like an old warehouse, but as soon as we made our way through the doors, I saw how perfect a venue this was for dancing. Dresses fluttered, women spun on in their heels, hitting striking poses and dipped by their partners. Salsa, samba, classical, oh these were ''dancers''. "I didn't bring a partner..." <br><br> "Neither did I." She grinned broadly and moved away. She found a fit young man in moments, tight pants, button down shirt and holding his core instinctively. And then they were one. I don't remember them even saying a thing to each other, but suddenly they were hitting a complex tango with impressive accuracy. What was even more impressive was how effortless it looked for her. I feel bad admitting it, but I expected this kind of style and elegance from woman with gazelle legs and sinewy muscle. It made me jealous, and a bit embarassed at how surprised I was. <br><br> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("Ballroom1")>> My turn. He had a hairbun, a well-kept beard and deep chocolate eyes. Our hands found each other and we dropped into the Lindy Hop. Two can play this game 'Masenna, I thought to myself, striking a leg out and feeling him pull me into a dip and spin. It looked like my lessons and recitals wouldn't go to waste after all. It was a club that was an actual dancer's playground. None of the bump and grind or two-stepping that was just BS to get people hooking up. <br><br> Here there were people who knew what they were doing, enjoyed the art and partnership of dance. It was like a low-key "So You Think You Can Dance," your partner would pull you into something and see if you could keep up. It was fun, especially because it was Europe -- a place in the world that still really respected dancing. <br><br><br> "Wow, <<print $CC.name>>. You can //move//." She was fanning herself, coming over to me after she and her most recent partner had affected some traditional African dance. <br><br> "I was going to say the same thing to you." Her eyes glinted happily. The test was over and I had passed. We grabbed a couple drinks to refresh ourselves and she let me know that her dance teacher back home had told her about this club. <br><br><br> We broke off and rotated partner to partner for a couple hours until my toes were throbbing and my ass started to feel sore. <br><br> On the way back to the school, she and I were both grabbing on each other for support, the dancing had taken all of our ease away from us and making it back in one piece was a miracle. Not a typical 'night out,' but so much more interesting than what I had thought it was going to be. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <<else>> My turn. He had a hairbun, a well-kept beard and deep chocolate eyes. Our hands found each other and he tugged me onto the dance floor. Wait, this didn't feel in tempo with the music -- how were there so many different dance styles happening at once? My heels were catching and resisting his lead and he frowned at me. I think he was going for a dip, shit. I immediately regretted not taking more formal dance. <br><br> I was trying to shift into something I was more comfortable with, something where we were closer together. He was cute and I wanted to feel him holding me. Instead, a few missed steps in, he let go and headed back to the mill looking for another partner. Shit, maybe I couldn't hang. <br><br> It was a club that was an actual dancer's playground. None of the bump and grind or two-stepping that was an intro to get people hooking up. <br><br> Here there were people who knew what they were doing, enjoyed the art and partnership of dance. It was like a low-key "So You Think You Can Dance," your partner would pull you into something and see if you could keep up. I couldn't but a couple times the guys would slow it down a bit and try and teach me a couple steps. It was a far cry from a dance class, but I wouldn't always be falling on my face. <br><br><br> "You doing okay, hun?" She was fanning herself, coming over to me after she and her most recent partner had affected some traditional African dance. <br><br> "Yeah...never really took dance." I shrugged with gritted teeth, feeling like I had let her down. <br><br> "I'm sure there are other clubs, too. I just feel those are so seedy...and sticky." <br><br><br> We grabbed a couple drinks to refresh ourselves and she let me know that her dance teacher back home had told her about this club. <br><br> We broke off and rotated partner to partner for a couple hours until my toes were throbbing and my ass started to feel sore. <br><br> On the way back to the school, she and I were both grabbing on each other for support, the dancing had taken all of our ease away from us and making it back in one piece was a miracle. Not a typical 'night out,' but so much more interesting than what I had thought it was going to be. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <</if>> <<elseif $GY.friend == "Rian">> He looked slick in a white, tight suit, accentuating his lean body. He definitely had style and I was glad to be going out with him. He wouldn't intimidate anyone else, but he also drew the eye. <br><br> "Ugh, you're making me look bad, Rian." Popping his eyebrows at me, he sauntered out ahead of me and quickly was gaining distance as I nearly wrenched my ankles on the cobblestones with practically every step. <br><br> "Careful, honey. Hurting yourself is gonna blow our cover." <br><br> "Then wait up and be a gentleman." With a flourish and a bow he bent, waiting for me, then hooked an arm through mine and provided the support I definitely needed. "So, where we going." <br><br> "A little place I heard about through the gayvine." I laughed and we made our way through the town that was more than sleepy. It was asleep. There were clubs open and alive right now? <br><br> And then I saw the little clusters of men smoking, giving him the critical eye and looking at me with even more intensity. The bouncer was more of a formality than anything else -- this was the one kind of club that didn't limit guys coming in, or girls. <br><br> "Come here!" He was yelling over the music and pulling me close, smiling as we began to dance together. It was such a different feeling, like there was a void where tension or attraction should be, but also a missing understanding when I went out with girls. Didn't make it less fun though. When we got close enough there were little jokes or references to the staid learnings of the day, and at one point we broke out into a foxtrot because...it was hilarious to us. We'd pop a shot and then back onto the floor. But it wasn't going to be the entire evening...his eyes started to wander. <div id="rian"> <<crossroads #rian>> <<path>> Could wing-woman for him a bit. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<set $People['GY'].Rian.rel += 2>> <br><br> It's not like I had prospects around here, so as we danced, I caught the eyes on him that he couldn't see. I leaned in close, whispering descriptors to him, "Woody from Toy Story" or "Nic Cage" or "Wannabe Thor" and then we'd shift in our dance and he'd get a look. He'd respond with his assessment which he seemed to be getting more entertainment out of than actually hooking up with anyone. <br><br> And so it went, occasionally watching him pair off with a guy to make out and sometimes that guy had a buddy, so at least I had someone to dance with. Or maybe I took a little round at the bar, bringing back a shot to cleanse the taste of whatever that kiss had left him with. <br><br> "You're one boss bitch." He smacked my ass. "I'm gonna get you laid one of these days. Or better." I wondered what 'better' entailed in his mind. <br><br> And then he finally found his one...didn't look too different from him, but I guess we're always attracted to ourselves when you get down to it. I watched them shoving their tongues down each others throats as their hands worked at each others belts. Right there on the floor, which was probably as entertaining to everyone around as it was fun for them. <br><br> They were off, pulling each other towards the bathrooms and leaving me alone. No guy to dance with. No one to bring a shot back to. I sighed and headed off to the bar to nurse a cocktail. At least I'd accomplished my mission. <br><br> I wondered if this had been his plan for the evening...if I was an afterthought or an excuse. <br><br> Before I got too deep into melancholy, he was back, hand on the back of my arm, "Gross. Did you even wash up?" <br><br> He waggled his fingers, "No promises." And leaned over the bar, flashing his card, "Taking care of the tab, kay?" I didn't need to respond and didn't have a chance. He paid and then was entwining fingers with me and pulling me out of the bar, "Such. A. Great. Night. Thanks, <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "No problem." And pecked him on the cheek. We stopped outside the club and he helped me out of my heels, carrying them together as we headed back to the school together. I wondered whether other nights would be like this. Whatever the next one was like, I was glad to have gotten out and had a first night on the town. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <<path>> Or fight for his attention. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <br><br> I didn't come here to be left in the lurch as he went off to the bathrooms or maybe just to some guy's place. And it's not like //I// had prospects here. Nuh-uh, Rian. <br><br> First, it was interposing myself in his gaze. It wasn't a cock-block, it was keeping him focused on us hanging out tonight together. Because that's what this had been about, not just an excuse for him to go out and enjoy himself. Right? <br><br> Next, it was pulling him back into our dance zone, not letting him wander. I kept it innocuous, playful and with whatever little story or in-joke I could muster. I had to keep his attention. <br><br> Finally, when they were pressing up against him or when he got insistent, I had to put my cards on the table, "Rian. Come //on//." <br><br> "Sorry, beb. Gotta get my dick wet." It was so nonchalant. Dismissive of my need and the overture of the invite of the evening. So, I stood in stunned silence as I watched the two of them making out, hands going into each other's pants right there on the dance floor as the gayboys danced around me. <br><br> Defeated, I went to the bar, looking around vainly for some straight that had been brought here to be flipped and the effort had failed. Nada. I was getting zero looks. Not even from the girls here. You'd think there'd be at least one lesbian. And where was Rian. Ugh. Gone. Would he be back? Was I ditched completely? <br><br> I battled with my self-worth and self-respect for a few minutes before I felt a hand on the back of my arm, "Ahhh. So much better." <br><br> I spun on him, frowning and giving him the full knowledge of how I felt right now, "Gross. Did you even wash your hands?" <br><br> He waggled his fingers, "No promises. Come on." Rolling his eyes he motioned for a cocktail. <br><br> "Nah, I'm good. Been hitting it hard while I was waiting." <br><br> "Well, let me at least cover the tab." So he was accepting a little reproach. Okay. I watched him pay and then our fingers intertwined as we headed out of the club. <br><br> He kissed me on the cheek and we walked quietly back to the school. Not exactly the evening I had expected when heading out with him and I wondered if there'd be more of these in the works -- would he learn or would there be repeats? Whatever it was, I was glad to have gotten out and had a first night on the town. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $GY.friend == "Alina">> Fuck. She looked hot. She came by it honestly and could probably have worn anything and ended up looking this good, but her dress showed off her legs while remaining elegant. Well, we knew who'd be getting the attention tonight! <br><br> "You look so good." She smiled, looking me over. Sure, I thought she edged me out, but I felt comfortable walking out with her -- we were on the same plane, which is how I felt about us normally. We both were kind of fish out of water in this Swiss Finishing World. She giggled, nearly twisting her ankle on the cobblestones, and then a moment later -- maybe on the same stone -- I did the same. "They designed heels __after__ this city." She laughed, reaching back to grab my arm and give me some balance. <br><br> "And men wore them first. Idiots." I grabbed back onto her and together we made our way down to the sleepy town. It was...quiet? Asleep? "So, where are we going?" As we took another turn down another street that seemed to be more residential than the last. <br><br> "Dunno. We'll figure it out." She shrugged and laughed again, making a game out of it as she did a quick step and made another turn. I shook my head and tried to make off after her. And so the two idiot school girls were running through the echoing streets of the little Swiss village like it was a game of tag. <br><br> Even if we didn't end up anyplace, I enjoyed the freedom. Getting out and being delinquents, a kindred free-spirit that were bucking the social norms we were supposed to be learning. <br><br> "Oh, what about here?" We rounded another corner and she came up short, nearly running into her from behind. I peered over her shoulder and saw her pointing at a little hole-in-the wall pub. <div id="alina"> <<crossroads #alina>> <<path>> Not exactly what we were dressed for <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <br><br> "Like this?" Serving maybe a bit too much shade. <br><br> "O. Kay." Yeah. Too much shade. "We can def just keep walking around til our feet bleed." And then the laughter died, the conversation became perfunctory as she let me take the lead. Every turn, every decision. I pulled out my phone and started asking Google where to find some place we might fit in a bit better, "Well, won't be a special spot. Our spot. But that works." <br><br> "Okay, so there's...one?" It was a forced laugh through a grimace and feeling bad, but she just nodded with a 'show me the way,' and followed behind. The doorway looked like a New York nightclub, shi-shi and exclusive -- and felt out of place after all the searching we had done. But we walked in, barely a glance up from the bouncer and I could feel the bass welcoming us. <br><br> It was a cute and small little club, but it felt like what I had thought we were going out for. I pulled her out to the dance floor and began to sway, seeing the cracks in her armor as she let the music wash over her and accept that maybe she had dressed for the right occasion. <br><br> "Okayyy...sorry for being a bitch." <br><br> "Honestly, the DJ could be better." <br><br> "And it's not //too// crowded. Who woulda thought that this town wasn't a hot spot for night life." <br><br> "So, maybe we will have our spot?" I smirked at her, she nodded and we intertwined fingers, swaying together and both of us more at home than we had been since arriving. <br><br> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> And just like the clubs at home, there were more guys than girls. We enjoyed ourselves as we let them approach and dance with each of us throughout the evening, feeling them make their moves, watching each other roll our eyes at men being men and giving signals when we needed a little save. It was //us// being out together rather than two girls on the hunt. It would have killed my evening if I ended up being the grenade. <br><br> We got a little sweaty, we each had a little make out with the cuter of the guys, and had our drinks bought for us. We wore ourselves out -- I didn't realize how much I had craved the physical exertion until the lovely walk back, heels in hand, moving over the cool cobblestones and feeling the lake breeze flutter at our dresses as we made our way back to the promontory, drunk and loose. The night was over and a great way to start school. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <<else>> Under the dimmer lights, haze of the smokey air, lasers glinting off her bare skin and reflecting in her cool eyes, I couldn't help but be even more attracted to her. The atmosphere of clubs intoxicating and making my brain go into 'hookup' mode. Ugh. But, I just met her. I didn't know her at all, or if she was that way. She was just so goddamned beautiful. <div id="alina2"> <<crossroads #alina2>> <<path>> Maybe this would be my only chance to take my shot. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<face ahego>> <<set $GY.swissTrysts ++>> <br><br> I felt a guy coming up behind me -- just like all the clubs at home, there were more guys here than girls -- and with practiced, I moved away at the barest of approach. And right into her, "Sorry. Creepy guy." <br><br> "Ugh. The worst." She smiled and didn't seem to mind the proximity, two girls dancing together and not giving opportunity for skeezes. <br><br> I felt her breath -- moist and hot on my neck, her thighs brushing and slightly sticking against mine, her tits jiggling just close enough to be able to sense their movement. I wanted to feel her, I wanted to be closer. I kissed her. <br><br> <<if $Attractiveness gt 4>> Her dance rhythm stuttered in shock, but she didn't pull away. Slowly, her lips parted and I pressed closer. The lightest of kisses intensifying and my hands finding her hips. Hers tentatively finding mine. She wasn't into women, or hadn't made that realization yet. But...she hadn't had a drink. <br><br> I pulled at her hips and the top of my thigh pushed the slit of her dress upward, finding her crotch and made sure she kept contact, grinding and stimulating. My tongue dove in and hers fluttered in response, instinctively responding to me. And then I felt her trying to disconnect. I don't know if it was trying to say something, to end the moment, or engage differently, but I had to keep going. <br><br> One hand slid up her bare side and into her golden waves, gripping tight and pulling, I felt her gasp in my mouth and I responded with a gyration, pressing hard at her clit through the lacy underwear she was wearing. Whatever she was about to do she stopped trying to do, her hands grabbed at my ass, pulling me against her and I worked her off on the floor, making out slow and sloppy. My hands tight on her, not letting her escape. <br><br> She finally broke away from the kiss. I felt her body shuddering as she came, the whimpering little gasps in my ear and the tugs at my rear to guide my timing and elongating her orgasm. I laughed, pleased, into her ear. She was nearly done and flashed me a hard, angry look. <br><br> "What." I smirked. <br><br> "Should be glad you're so fucking hot." She pulled at my ass, her thigh making contact with my mound, my little dress shoved up and baring my ass for all these skeeves to see. It was her turn to shove her tongue in my mouth and we began probably an hour or so of 'dancing' in this club, holding tightly to each other and getting absolutely soaked, making each other cum and making out. <br><br> We wore ourselves out -- I didn't realize how much I had craved the physical exertion until the lovely walk back, heels in hand, our other hands lightly entangled, moving over the cool cobblestones and feeling the lake breeze flutter at our dresses as we made our way back to the promontory, drunk and loose. The night was over and a //great// way to start school. It did become our spot, but we didn't behave so raunchily going forward. We saved that for quiet and sneaky trips to each other's rooms for a 'study session' or just a sleepover. <<else>> Her dance rhythm stuttered in shock and she pulled back, the light contact of my mouth to hers ending abruptly. "Shit. Uh, sorry." It was the most apologetic smile I could manage. <br><br> "Creepy //guys//?" Her brow furrowed, eyes investigating mine. <br><br> "Let me get you a drink to apologize." I pulled her off the floor. Guys had used this very sequence on me how many times? On her, absolutely, but she didn't seem to notice. I wondered how obvious I was being. How many other women had tried their luck. She didn't seem to be into women, or at least hadn't made the realization yet. <br><br> I paid for a shot to 'cleanse the palate' and then a cute little cocktail for us both. I avoided the topic of what had just happened and despite the pang in my chest watched her get pulled away by a guy, grinding against him and making out as I was left by the bar to watch the beauty and the skeez. He started to get handsy and my drinks had let her inhibitions drop a bit, his fingers pulling the slit of her dress away to reveal the lace of her underwear and then diving under. She shuddered and lost the step of the dance as he began to finger her. Her eyes popped open, locking with me and I pounded the rest of my cocktail and came to her aid. <br><br> My hand pulling his away as she grabbed at me and used me as leverage to extricate herself. We were stumbling back towards the bar and she gave me a peck on my cheek, "Creepy fucking guys." <br><br> "Gross. Here." I arched my back, trying to get the bartender's attention, liking the way it felt to have her holding on to me like I was her lifeline. Another round of shots and then we wer back on the dance floor. <br><br> A laugh in my ear, "I hate that he still got me horny. I'm fucking wet now." A roll of her deep eyes. <br><br> "Bodies and brains never seem to agree, right?" She shook her head, Rapunzel-like hair brushing at her bare upper back and shoulders seductively. She pulled me closer, dancing together now, my thigh reinserting itself between hers and I felt the heat. It was intense, "Fuck, Alina. Yeah, you're hot as hell." <br><br> A cooing 'mhmm' in my ear and I wondered if that was a signal. With all the strength of confidence I could muster, I kissed her again. Slowly, her lips parted and I pressed closer. The lightest of kisses intensifying and my hands finding her hips. Hers tentatively finding mine. She wasn't into women, or hadn't made that realization yet. But...she hadn't had a drink. <br><br> I pulled at her hips and the top of my thigh pushed the slit of her dress upward, finding her crotch and made sure she kept contact, grinding and stimulating. My tongue dove in and hers fluttered in response, instinctively responding to me. And then I felt her trying to disconnect. I don't know if it was trying to say something, to end the moment, or engage differently, but I had to keep going. <br><br> One hand slid up her bare side and into her golden waves, gripping tight and pulling, I felt her gasp in my mouth and I responded with a gyration, pressing hard at her clit through the lacy underwear she was wearing. Whatever she was about to do she stopped trying to do, her hands grabbed at my ass, pulling me against her and I worked her off on the floor, making out slow and sloppy. My hands tight on her, not letting her escape. <br><br> She finally broke away from the kiss. I felt her body shuddering as she came, the whimpering little gasps in my ear and the tugs at my rear to guide my timing and elongating her orgasm. I laughed, pleased, into her ear. She was nearly done and flashed me a hard, angry look. <br><br> "What." I smirked. <br><br> "Why'd you stop." She pulled at my ass, her thigh making contact with my mound, my little dress shoved up and baring my ass for all these skeeves to see. It was her turn to shove her tongue in my mouth and we began probably an hour or so of 'dancing' in this club, holding tightly to each other and getting absolutely soaked. She teased me with her thigh but was insistent with me, making her climax again and again while not giving me the return favor. I was dying, desperate by the end of our make out on the dance floor, but she was hungry and unrelenting. And so goddamn good looking I wasn't going to argue. <br><br> We wore ourselves out -- I didn't realize how much I had craved the physical exertion until the lovely walk back, heels in hand, our other hands lightly entangled, moving over the cool cobblestones and feeling the lake breeze flutter at our dresses as we made our way back to the promontory, drunk and loose. The night was over and a //great// way to start school. It did become our spot, but we didn't behave so raunchily going forward. We saved that for quiet and sneaky trips to each other's rooms for a 'study session' or just a sleepover. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 3>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Alina F "Alina at Finishing School">> <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <<path>> No, just no. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> I'd be fingering myself with the fantasies later. Maybe she would be my spankbank for my entire time in Switzerland. Maybe my life. But I couldn't risk the one comfortable relationship I had found in this place. So, we just danced. And just like the clubs at home, there were more guys than girls. We enjoyed ourselves as we let them approach and dance with each of us throughout the evening, feeling them make their moves, watching each other roll our eyes at men being men and giving signals when we needed a little save. It was //us// being out together rather than two girls on the hunt. It would have killed my evening if I ended up being the grenade. <br><br> We got a little sweaty, we each had a little make out with the cuter of the guys, and had our drinks bought for us. We wore ourselves out -- I didn't realize how much I had craved the physical exertion until the lovely walk back, heels in hand, moving over the cool cobblestones and feeling the lake breeze flutter at our dresses as we made our way back to the promontory, drunk and loose. The night was over and a great way to start school. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<path>> But could be fun. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<set $People['GY'].Alina.rel += 2>> <br><br> "Good with me!" I was just excited to be out and about, and yeah, a divey little place, replete with pink neon lighting sounded like really getting to know the non-elites of this Swiss township. And my feet were hurting. <br><br> We made a bit of a scene coming in, getting eyes from the locals as we walked in as if it were the new hot spot. A couple were eating a late night meal in a corner, a number of men were at the bar in their cups, all of their clothes made my little dress look resplendent. "Can we help you?" The bartender leaned forward, flat palms down on the bartop, slightly a challenge, slightly a curiosity. <br><br> "A drink?" I looked to the blonde on my arm as if we were making the decision in the moment. <br><br> "Perfect." And we hopped onto the stools and letting him pour us draughts while I pushed my heels against the stool, working them loose and to hang on my feet rather than grip them tightly. Oh, yeah. <br><br> Her coltish leg hung outstretched from one side of her stool, cut of her dress accentuating the length and tone while she casually sipped at a beer, but now that we were seated and relatively quiet, the locals left us to our own devices. They didn't want to be disturbed and treated us in kind. <br><br> The bartender also relaxed as we fell in line with his normal clientele. We chatted with him and sipped, all of us laughing and eye rolling as we talked about the Madame and the Finishing School. We heard about previous years and the worst of the worst. The entitlement and the crazy famous names that had taken over the town for a period of months while they studied imperiously at the mansion on the cliffs. <br><br> It felt //wrong// to be drinking watery beer with the 'peons' and ripping on the day's classes, our classmates, the school that we spent so much effort and time in. And money. It was weird to have such an easy rapport with the bartender -- Gustav -- even though we were among the people who everyone was being so dismissive of. Were we being given carte blanche? Were we a novelty that would be laughed at the moment we walked out of the door? <br><br> I didn't care. I loved that it was this easy with Alina, that I didn't feel the need to compete and she wasn't competing with me. And it was lovely to walk back, heels in hand, moving over the cool cobblestones and feeling the lake breeze flutter at our dresses as we made our way back to the promontory, drunk and loose. The night was over and a great way to start school. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $GY.friend == "Bekkah">> What she was wearing had to be designer. Bespoke. I would never //dare// going out in something that expensive. The sweat, the drinks, the guys...it coming back looking anything like it did now was almost nil. But she looked fucking fantastic. <br><br> We could not have looked more different -- my ass and tits out and hers...well out as well, but in a way that was tasteful. We moved down the cobblestone paths and I nearly wrenched an ankle, while she took the trip like it was smooth pavement. She didn't say anything on the way down and I wondered why she had invited me. I was sure that she would have found more in common with most of the others. But here we were. <br><br> The sleepy town was...quiet. Asleep? No one was about and I wondered if this was all some sort of play to humiliate me. I could hear some music and movement further inland, but we were heading towards the lake. And then I saw our destination: a yacht, moored at the docks, alit and live with people. <br><br> "We going to one of your islands?" I skipped forward, trying to match pace with her. It nearly was my literal downfall. <br><br> "Kinda. That's kind of like an island, yeah?" She smiled, leading me up the gangplank. <br><br> The boat was full of women just like her and men that hit both ends of the spectrum: some wore perfect, designer suits while the others preferred the open-shirt, boat-faring look that left their body (usually nothing to admire) on display. <br><br> "Have fun. See you back at the school tomorrow, kay?" I was a little shocked at being dropped like that. Weird to be invited to something like this, past the red rope, and then just deposited. Her way of showing friendship? Access and opportunity rather than anything that actually transpiring between the two of us. <br><br><br> And so I wandered the boat, trying to figure out how to navigate this new experience: <br><br> <div id="boat"> <<crossroads #boat>> <<path>> Coy and careful? <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> She'd given me access, but I wasn't about to be some prey like the other women seemed keen on being. Yeah, they were acting vapid, a little bubbly, and I could tell that underneath it all, most of them were far brighter than these guys. I definitely wasn't the most eye-catching in the simple dress, but it kind of played into my 'new girl' mystique. The new, young thing that I could sense men picking up on instinctively. Shit. <br><br> I quickly shifted to another deck. I ducked to where there was food, and it was a table lavishly adorned with appetizers that easily put the displays at the school to shame. Fuck, this tasted good. I washed a tart or something down with some champagne and... <br><br> "What's your name?" Shit, I hadn't gotten away. I guess that was naive. I turned and was shocked, seeing a jaw-droppingly attractive man who chuckled seeing my response, "I'm Max." Yeah, sure he was older, but he was damn good looking and dressed to the nines. I couldn't place his accent, it sounded Baltic maybe. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." I wiped my mouth, ensuring there were no crumbs, "Sorry." <br><br> I think he found me endearing, "Nothing to be sorry about dear. I'm glad to make your acquaintance. Just got back from Dubai and decided to drop by." <br><br> "Me as well. Not Dubai. But dropping by. A friend invited me." <br><br> "No excuses need to be made." His acceptance of me was even more unbalancing and I think he enjoyed it. <br><br> We wandered the mostly empty deck, snacking and sipping as we got to know each other. Some other men wandered down in various states of inebriation, saw our dynamic and didn't intervene. <br><br> And while I could tell he found me attractive, he didn't make a move. I was a little upset about it because he was so pretty and dashing, but also I think he read me right. I had been dropped into unfamiliar territory and didn't need to be taken advantage of. <br><br> He provided the class and culture and was also my protection from other, more insidious male attention for the evening. <br><br> And for that I was thankful. Thankful for Bekkah inviting me and opening this world to me as well. I never saw Max again, but it made for a great first night out on the town. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <<path>> Dive in and party <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<set $People['GY'].Bekkah.rel += 2>> <<face ahego>> <<set $GY.swissTrysts ++>> She'd given me access, I might as well enjoy it. So I keyed on on the behavior of the other women on the boat -- yeah, a little vapid, a little bubbly, but I could tell most of them were far brighter deep down than these guys -- and started to fall in line. I definitely wasn't the most eye-catching in the simple dress, but it kind of played into my 'new girl' mystique. The new, young thing that I could sense men picking up on instinctively. <br><br> "What's your name?" It was a Greek accent? Something Mediterranean for sure. He was barefoot, light flannel pants, a healthy mid-section showing as he didn't even bother with a shirt, and he had accepted his baldness by giving his head a close shave. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." I giggled perkily, making sure to let my movement draw his eyes downward. "This your boat?" <br><br> "Oh, no. Mine's..." He smiled broadly, not taking his eyes off my revealed flesh as he pointed out across the moorings to a larger yacht that couldn't get this close to land, "That's mine." <br><br> "Oh!" Well, this was certainly a ladder-climbing situation. And what these parties were all about. <br><br> "Dimnos," he offered a hand. I took it and shook, making sure mine was lighter than his. "I do know this boat well though, let me show you around." His hand sliding from mine and curling its way around my waist. And he led me below deck, the pressure of his arm making my minidress hike up a bit, flashing every bit of my legs and it felt like the cool lake air was hitting my asscheeks a bit more than it should have been. <br><br> Below decks wasn't too interesting, and he avoided a room that was lavishly covered with appetizers, small plates and rows upon rows of champagne flutes. A little nudge and we headed down a narrow hallway to the state rooms. He wasn't doing much of a tour, just making little chuckles and asks about me, "Oh, you know Bekkah..." and comments, "We need to get you a dress. It looks good on you..." <br><br> "But better...off." We were in a state room and his hand deftly slid one strap off my shoulder, than the other. His bare foot had shut the door behind me and my dress fluttered <<link "down my body">><<upper>><</link>> to the floor. "Ah yes, much better. Off." And he guided me over to the bed. <br><br> Okay. This was fast. And I really wasn't seeing much of an exit, or how to handle this. I felt kind of like a working girl and wondered if that's what my attire read as. Or just easy prey. <br><br> And so he got his prey on the bed and was working his linen slacks off with one hand as his other hand slowly massaged at my pussy, talking to me about parties on his yacht and where he's been. Casually, he pulled my hand to his cock and had me getting him ready as he got me ready. <br><br> He felt my warmth and wetness and moved his hips, pressing ontop of me and using them to get my thighs apart. My hand on his cock providing the guidance to my primed snatch. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> I knew from his state of dress that he wasn't packing protection and my body clenched in worry as he mounted me. <br><br> <</if>> And then with a pleased sigh, he stroked inside me. He began to coo about my attractiveness and the tightness of my cunt on his cock as he thrust. His fat jiggled, the pudge of his crotch pressing against my mound as he shoved himself ballsdeep. His bald head shined in the recessed lighting. <br><br> He took his time and it wasn't to get me off. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>>I got close though. I was actually surprised at how I //didn't// cum. The way he pressed against my clit and his cock dug deep inside me. And that he wasn't in a rush. I was frowning at the end, seemingly always on the verge of getting there.<</if>> Still, I cooed out and clutched at him with my calves as I felt him on his verge, pretending to cum as he began to blast his semen inside of me. <<cumSpray pussy1 thighs1>> <br><br> He shuddered and smiled, pressing his weight between my legs a couple times before shaking his head with a smile and making the reverse motion that he had to get ontop of me. <br><br> "I'll show you my boat next time?" He chuckled, patting his stomach and giving his sticky, flaccid cock a few strokes, enjoying the post-coital pleasure. <br><br> "Sounds perfect." I giggled, pulling the dress on over myself and letting him enjoy seeing his semen slowly seeping from me, the new girl mounted and marked. And then I left the room, quickly finding a bathroom so I didn't let anyone //else// see and lose credibility. It was all show and audience. And now I had to get back and get some sleep. What a night. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 3>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Dimnos M "Dimnos, with his massive Macedonian yacht">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $GY.friend == "Sofia">> Her little black dress put mine to shame. Her tits (fake), looked incredible, pushed up and out on full display. I wondered if they'd stay in. Her asscheeks slightly peeked from the bottom of the body-con dress that emphasized even her //navel//. Her heels were egregiously tall, but somehow she managed not even a little wobble. <br><br> And so, the two of us sauntered, legs and tits out, asses jiggling as we moved down the cobblestone paths and threatened wrenching an ankle. She didn't say anything on the way down and I wondered why she had invited me. I was sure that she would have found more in common with most of the others. But here we were. <br><br> The sleepy town was...quiet. Asleep? No one was about and I wondered if she was bringing me to some Russian hit, or to be spirited away into white slavery by some of her father's goons. Or a play for Putin against America. My heart was beating and all the pieces seemed to be coming together. <br><br> I was going to die. Or worse. <br><br> We stopped in an alley and my eyes had to be the size of those 'plates' I had been working with in my room. My safe room. Where I ''should'' be. Maybe she had paid off the servants to make my disappearance this simple. <br><br> I looked around for potential avenues of attack, for threats. And then what looked like a small metal door opened and I knew that was it. Where I'd be disappearing into. <br><br> "Come on, slut." She laughed with the deep, round tone of her Russian accent. I was befuddled, I was clammy, but I was entranced and moved into the small opening...barely registering the pulsing bass that all of a sudden could be heard now. <br><br> I squeezed in, she followed and we were in this tiny, boutique little club. I started laughing out loud, jumping in my heels in a way I should not have been, nearly falling into her. Squeezing her, smiling at her. <br><br> "Fun, right?" She had no clue. I felt like my life had just been given back to me. I guess she had knocked on that door and I had been to pre-occupied. She knew some little hideaway club and here we were. <br><br><br> The crowd was hers, for certain. I don't think I heard a lick of the dominant languages of Switzerland. Nope, just Russian dialects and slavic tones. Lots of white people. Lots of fat guys. Lots of gaudy jewelry and women -- who weren't prostitutes -- but were dressed like they were. <br><br> I don't know who she knew, but I didn't feel like asking was safe. We headed up the stairs, her whispering to this guy and that guy. They had to have guns, yeah, definitely. And then we were in a small booth that overlooked the dance floor below. There were two guys in the booth with us. Cold, dead eyes looking us over and seeing if they caught anything between our legs as we sat down. She didn't seem to care. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 1>> I don't think they got anything. Not my first time in this dress in these conditions, boyos. <<else>> Not my first time in this dress in these conditions, they //definitely// saw what they wanted: <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>direct eyeline to my cunt-line.<<else>>my crotch, congratulations.<</if>> <</if>> <br><br> "Sasha." She was yelling into my ear, pointing out the elder, the shlubbier of the two. Probably the one who ran the place. He oozed power. He saw the introduction and patted the seat next to him, his other meaty hand reaching over to the vodka on ice beside him as an offer. A promise. Who he was, where we were was the threat. If there was a threat. There was a threat. Had to be. <br><br> <div id="clubsex"> <<crossroads #clubsex>> <<path>> Sit? <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel += 2>> <<face ahego>> <<set $GY.swissTrysts ++>> <<dollRearView>> With the barest of consideration, I dropped next to him and the hand that had patted the seat was on my thigh and nudging it apart in the first second. He was leaning forward, his belly pushing forward against the straining and button-down shirt, to pour out a shot for us both. His fingers had found their place, creating grooves in the flesh of my inner thigh but he wasn't going further. <br><br> He leaned back, slowly, confidently and handed me one shot, lifting his to meet my glass as he leaned in to yell, "Sasha." Introducing himself again and shooting his shot. I leaned up into him, my movement letting his fingers find higher purchase. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." And shot mine. Following his lead. Sofia was gone. When had that happened? Oh boy. Had she pimped me out? Who //was// this guy? <br><br> I looked around and saw the men around -- and they were all men -- had to have been his muscle and weren't on team <<print $CC.name>>. He nodded towards the vodka and I nodded back. He poured another shot and offered it to me. <br><br> "Sofia's friend?" <br><br> I nodded, shooting mine, it was __clean__ vodka. Had to have been expensive. "Yeah, go to school with her." I was practically pressed up against his bear-like body, his fingers nearly at my pussy, my dress hardly at my <<link "hips">><<upper "dress_littleblack_up">><</link>> but surprisingly he wasn't rubbing. His restraint was commendable. <br><br> "I know her father." And so it went, little bits of knowledge about each other traded, loudly and none of it was too risky or interesting, and the shots continued. I was getting blasted quick, which I knew was the point, but the warmth was a welcome friend where Sofia used to be. "Want to watch show?" He motioned down at the lower floor. How had his fingers //not// touched my pussy yet? It was wet simply by proximity now, he could probably feel the pulsing heat as my body responded to him despite the lack of attraction. Bodies have a mind of their own. <br><br> "Uh, sure!" I don't think I could have taken another shot. So I stood, the hand pulling at my thigh helpful in making sure I didn't fall over. He positioned me against the railing, his hand leaving between my legs to rest on my ass, giving it a slight squeeze as we both leaned forward to look down. <br><br> A few naked women came out on stage and it didn't surprise me -- what else would the show be? They were lithe, probably ex-ballerinas or something, walking out as if they were fully clothed. And then they started their dance. It was strange to be done in these conditions since at the heart it looked artful, but it was in time with the bassline. They used each other's momentum and weight, balance and counter balance as they grabbed and grasped at each other. They climbed and leaned onto each other. Their hands sliding erotically along each other's limbs, taking moments to caress an angular neck, a flat stomach, the nub of a breast or the bare mound and vaginal lips. <br><br> He had moved behind me and I felt my short dress lifting just the barest of inches so that he could access underneath. And here it was. <<if $Body.fertile == true>>Asking for a condom would have gone a) unheard, b) ignored, so I just grabbed onto the invincibility that the vodka was giving me and leaned forward.<</if>> <br><br> I watched them contort as I made my first contortion, my jaw dropping and my back arching as he pressed slowly inside me. It wasn't rough, it wasn't urgent, it wasn't possessive. But it also wasn't romantic. I felt his gut pushing up my lower back, bunching my dress higher as his root met my lips, balls rubbing at my thighs. <br><br> The girls were moving their bodies against each other in ways I had only thought at the Cirque, contorting and rotating, moving fluidly and easily as he matched the beat, beating into me firmly. <br><br> He didn't rush. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>>And him taking time allowed me to get into it. I came, hard, hands gripping at the railing as I felt his rigid cock thrusting against the right place and sending me off. No one heard my cries. But he felt me losing myself on his cock.<</if>> And then, as the show came to a slow, rhythmic completion, so did he. His belly pressed hard against my back and he leaned me against the railing, over the crowd below as his testicles emptied their sperm inside me deeply. <<cumSpray pussy2 thighs2>> <br><br> And then he pulled out and guided me back down to the seat. He gave me another shot as if nothing had happened, cum oozing out of me like the most natural thing, "Good show?" He smiled. He seemed far less cold now. <br><br> I nodded and then Sofia came back. He nodded to her and she pulled me off and away. "Sorry about that, slut. But you aren't exactly //our// people. But you're good here now." <br><br> She smiled like this was fine and dragged me out onto the floor, cummy but dancing the rest of the night away and burning through the raging buzz that the cold, clean vodka had given me. <br><br> And that show //had// been really fucking cool. And kind of hot to have been fucked while watching. Crazy fucking night. <br><br> <br><br> <br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god they wouldn't always be like that. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <<set _textNum = 3>> <<include "GY000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<vCardCheck Sasha M "Sasha, Swiss Club Owner">> <<path>> or Risk? <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<set $People['GY'].Sofia.rel -->> <<face hurt1 runny>> My words caught in my throat, trying to consider a way to say no. The fear of the alleyway returning ten-fold. I saw the coldness get colder, Sofia get awkward and smiling demurely as she pulled me away quickly. <br><br> "He knows my //father//." She screamed in my ear, pushing me through the crowd back towards the door __hard__. "You aren't //our// people." Another shove, I ran into some guy. "What were you thinking!" I nearly tripped over my heels, stumbling out into the alleyway again. <br><br> She didn't follow me out, frowning as she leaned from the little metal door. "S-sorry, but like...he was fucking scary." <br><br> "No. Shit. It's just a one-time thing. What's the big deal?" <br><br> I shrugged, tears pooling in my eyes, threatening to kill my mascara. Maybe my relationship with Sofia was fucked now, but...at that cost? "I just...couldn't. I'm..." <br><br> "Don't be such a dumb American bitch. Doesn't make you a whore. Makes you //female//." And with that the metal door slammed with a clang. The music was gone. So was my future entry to the club. And maybe going out with Sofia. Time would tell. Fuck, what a shitty first night. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god, needed something better than that. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<set $People['GY'].Lily.rel ++>> Her outfit was simple, it was cute...it wasn't going out clothes. It didn't show off what had to be a foal-like body, but hid it respectfully. It looked more like she was showing up for prayer or yoga, but yet...we were going out? <br><br> I felt a little weird wearing what I was, stumbling over the cobblestones that were not designed for heels, "Oh dear! You are going to hurt yourself." She clutched to me, aiding me down the winding path from the school. "I feel naughty. We shouldn't be out after hours." <br><br> "No. That's why I was a little shocked when you showed up." <br><br> "And said...bitch." Her eyes twinkled, mischievous little smile like she was being so incredibly naughty. Would daddy find out?! <br><br> "Where are we going?" I laughed, looking around at the sleepy little town that looked...asleep. Lights were off, night life seemed to be an idea that hadn't quite made it to the lakeside village. <br><br> She pointed down the street that looked dark and dead, and I realized she was pointing to a church. Maybe it had been retrofitted? "Oh, cool!" <br><br> She beamed and pulled me excitedly down the street, her strappy shoes smacking against the stones, while my heels clicked erratically as I tried to keep up. <br><br> And inside was definitely alive, people were lining the pews and swaying and singing. It was a young crowd and there was a band on stage, guitar and bass echoing off the stone and wood structure. Christian Rock. Hm. Okay. <br><br> We found some space at the back of the church and grabbed a couple programs that told me that we hadn't arrived on time. Little delinquents that we were. And then she launched into the song, singing the chorus with the band on stage. It was in English, so that was good, but I didn't know it and there wasn't a songbook to sing along. <br><br> There was even some headbanging when they got raucous a few songs in. It was easy to move to and I enjoyed the warmth and the communal excitement was infectious, and I didn't mind seeing Lily grinning as much as she was. She looked at home here. At school she was so fastidious, trying so hard and so serious. She was free. That was refreshing to see. <br><br> There were refreshments and small bites at a break in the music. People milled around and met each other and I got tons of looks and questions about my dress and it became a kind-hearted 'oops!' joke as people pegged me for being not one of the flock the way Lily was. <br><br> The music came to an end and people began to file out, some making donations in a little box on their way out. And then we were headed back to the school. Not too late, but still breaking the rules. I wondered if it was worth it. <br><br> I had ditched my heels, holding them in one hand and not risking the cobblestones on the way back. "Thanks for bringing me." I smiled over at her. She seemed ebullient. <br><br> "Did you enjoy it?" <br><br> "Never been to one of those before." It wasn't a lie, and it wasn't an answer to her question, but it felt like the right response. <br><br> "Well, glad to have brought you. Thanks for coming along!" <br><br> "Didn't hear them use bitch much tonight." I dug at her, bringing up earlier. <br><br> She blushed, "I thought you wouldn't come if I wasn't being edgy." Somehow that stung, but she was right I guess. I just smiled and shook my head, giving her hand a squeeze as we made it back to our halls and headed to our rooms. I sighed, looking at the homework I had abandoned and decided to just get some sleep. At least I wouldn't have a hangover or deal with the other things that can come from a night out. <br><br> Okay. That was not exactly the usual 'night out.' But. It was interesting? And good to have time with Lily. I just hoped that the rest of my opportunities to get out of the school after hours would be a little bit more fun. <br><br><br> And there were //many// [[nights|GY007 - SwissTrysts]]. Thank god. <</if>> <</replace>> <</link>>." </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> And going out was essentially the only way to meet new people and relieve the building hormonal stress. But partying is hard on the body and not good for learning and retaining that knowledge. So, I had to weigh my options, while I could go out anytime I wanted, I could go out //anytime// I wanted. <br><br> Some nights, I stayed in and I felt the benefits of school. Some nights, I went out and traded those for some 'local flavor.' <br><br> <<set _allSwissTrystOptions = { "Skeezy Romanian" : { name:'Skeezy Romanian', title: 'Skeezy Romanian in Switzerland', caption: 'Skeezy Romanian in Switzerland', gender: 'M', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like boys"}, "Baltic Guy" : { name:'Baltic Guy', title: 'Baltic Guy in Switzerland', caption: 'Baltic Guy in Switzerland', gender: 'M', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like boys"}, "Enzo" : { name:'Enzo', title: 'Enzo the Pickpocket', caption: 'Enzo the Pickpocket', gender: 'M', hint: "Must only like boys"}, "Marcel" : { name:'Marcel', title: 'Marcel, sexy Swiss partner', caption: 'Marcel, sexy Swiss partner', gender: 'M', hint: "Must only like boys"}, "Javier" : { name:'Javier', title: 'Javier, on his Swiss sabbatical', caption: 'Javier, on his Swiss sabbatical', gender: 'M', hint: "Must only like boys"}, "Odin" : { name:'Odin', title: 'Odin, tongue god in Switzerland', caption: 'Odin, tongue god in Switzerland', likesBiGirls: true, gender: 'M', hint: "Must like boys"}, "Remy" : { name:'Remy', title: 'Remy, hid me from his wife', caption: 'Remy, hid me from his wife', gender: 'M', hint: "Must like boys"}, "Rocco" : { name:'Rocco', title: 'Rocco and I broke a bed', caption: 'Rocco and I broke a bed', gender: 'M', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like boys"}, "Giovanni" : { name:'Giovanni', title: 'Giovanni, Milan Model', caption: 'Giovanni, Milan Model', gender: 'M', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like boys"}, "Cyrilo" : { name:'Cyrilo', title: 'Cyrilo, Swiss DJ', caption: 'Cyrilo, Swiss DJ', gender: 'M', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like boys"}, "Casimir" : { name:'Casimir', title: 'Casimir, got a discount for product', caption: 'Casimir, got a discount for product', gender: 'M', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like boys"}, "Henrik" : { name:'Henrik', title: 'Henrik, mansplainer before every lay', caption: 'Henrik, mansplainer before every lay', gender: 'M', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like boys"}, "Alejandro" : { name:'Alejandro', title: 'Chauffeur Alejandro loved to hatefuck', caption: 'Chauffeur Alejandro loved to hatefuck', gender: 'M', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like boys"}, "Bron" : { name:'Bron', title: 'Bondage Bron', caption: 'Bondage Bron', gender: 'M', hint: "Must only like boys"}, "Kristofer" : { name:'Kristofer', title: 'Kristofer kept me from classes in Switzerland', caption: 'Kristofer kept me from classes in Switzerland', gender: 'M', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like boys"}, "Mikel" : { name:'Mikel', title: 'Mikel on a boat in Switzerland', caption: 'Mikel on a boat in Switzerland', gender: 'M', hint: "Must only like boys"}, "Hugo" : { name:'Hugo', title: 'Hugo, the heel hater', caption: 'Hugo, the heel hater', gender: 'M', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like boys"}, "Lucas" : { name:'Lucas', title: 'Lucas, the Swiss homebody', caption: 'Lucas, the Swiss homebody', gender: 'M', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like boys"}, "Phillipe" : { name:'Phillipe', title: 'Bottle service Phillipe', caption: 'Bottle service Phillipe', gender: 'M', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like boys"}, "Xander" : { name:'Xander', title: 'Xander, the conspiracy theorist', caption: 'Xander, the conspiracy theorist', gender: 'M', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like boys"}, "Barnaby" : { name:'Barnaby', title: 'Barnaby negged me constantly', caption: 'Barnaby negged me constantly', gender: 'M', hint: "Must only like boys"}, "Abella" : { name:'Abella', title: 'Abella, the pickpocket', caption: 'Abella, the pickpocket', gender: 'F', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like girls"}, "A husband" : { name:'A husband', title: 'Natalia', caption: 'Natalia\'s husband, as a favor', gender: 'M', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like boys"}, "Kennedy" : { name:'Kennedy', title: 'Kennedy, amateur shrink', caption: 'Kennedy, amateur shrink', gender: 'F', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like girls"}, "Angie" : { name:'Angie', title: 'Angie learned she was a lesbian', caption: 'Angie learned she was a lesbian', gender: 'F', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like girls"}, "Sofia" : { name:'Sofia', title: 'Sofia, daughter of a Russian oil magnate', caption: 'Sofia, daughter of a Russian oil magnate', gender: 'F', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like girls"}, "Bekkah" : { name:'Bekkah', title: 'Bekkah, the socialite', caption: 'Bekkah, the socialite', gender: 'F', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like girls"}, "Alina" : { name:'Alina', title: 'Alina, American Model', caption: 'Alina, American Model', gender: 'F', likesBiGirls: true, hint: "Must like girls"}, "Baltic babe" : { name:'Baltic babe', title: 'Baltic babe in Switzerland', caption: 'Baltic babe in Switzerland', gender: 'F', hint: "Must only like girls"}, "Skeezy Romanian (F)" : { name:'Skeezy Romanian', title: 'Skeezy Romanian in Switzerland', caption: 'Skeezy Romanian in Switzerland', gender: 'F', hint:"Must only Like girls"}, "Ingrid" : { name:'Ingrid', title: 'Ingrid, a one-off that ghosted me in Switzerland', caption: 'Ingrid, a one-off that ghosted me in Switzerland', gender: 'F', hint: "Must only like girls"}, "Delia" : { name:'Delia', title: 'Delia leanred English from me', caption: 'Delia leanred English from me', gender: 'F', hint: "Must only like girls"}, "Bianca" : { name:'Bianca', title: 'Bianca put me to shame with her talent on the dance floor', caption: 'Bianca put me to shame with her talent on the dance floor', gender: 'F', hint: "Must only like girls"}, "Annabelle" : { name:'Annabelle', title: 'Annabelle, crazy Swiss tryst', caption: 'Annabelle, crazy Swiss tryst', gender: 'F', hint: "Must only like girls"}, "Zoe" : { name:'Zoe', title: 'For Zoe, weed was an aphrodesiac', caption: 'For Zoe, weed was an aphrodesiac', gender: 'F', hint: "Must only like girls"}, "Madame Neri" : { name:'Madame Neri', title: 'Madame Neri picked me to be her yearling', caption: 'Madame Neri picked me to be her yearling', gender: 'F', hint: "Must only like girls"}, "Phoebe" : { name:'Phoebe', title: 'Phoebe loved to slum it', caption: 'Phoebe loved to slum it', gender: 'F', hint: "Must only like girls"}, "Opehlia" : { name:'Opehlia', title: 'Ophelia, the thrill seeker', caption: 'Ophelia, the thrill seeker', gender: 'F', hint: "Must only like girls"}, "Michalina" : { name:'Michalina', title: 'Michalina, possessive girlfriend', caption: 'Michalina, possessive girlfriend', gender: 'F', hint: "Must only like girls"}, "Lillian" : { name:'Lillian', title: 'Lillian, the coke fiend', caption: 'Lillian, the coke fiend', gender: 'F', hint: "Must only like girls"}, "Emery" : { name:'Emery', title: 'Emery hated my finishing school', caption: 'Emery hated my finishing school', gender: 'F', hint: "Must only like girls"} }>> <<set _MOptions = dataUtils.filterObject(_allSwissTrystOptions, (x)=>{return x.gender == 'M'})>> <<set _FOptions = dataUtils.filterObject(_allSwissTrystOptions, (x)=>{return x.gender == 'F'})>> <<set _BiOptions = dataUtils.filterObject(_allSwissTrystOptions, (x)=>{return x.likesBiGirls})>> <<if $Body.sexuality == "straight">> <<quiz noChanging>> What did I lose? <br><br> <<quizGroup columns>> <<quizChoice "Social refinements" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Skeezy Romanian'])" alt="He was a skeezy Romanian at the club, never got his name.">> <<quizChoice "Cultural nuance" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Baltic Guy'])" alt="We spoke two different languages: his was...something Baltic?">> <<quizChoice "Appreciation for the finer things" change="$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Enzo'])" alt="I don't think Enzo was a pickpocket but he stole my wallet.">> <<quizChoice "Subtle forms of manipulation" change="$Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Marcel'])" alt="Marcel was smooth, suave and sexy.">> <<quizChoice "Behavioral insight" change="$Stats.Skills['Perception'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Javier'])" alt="Javier was a psychologist on sabbatical.">> <<quizChoice "Artful equivocation" change="$Stats.Skills['Deception'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Odin'])" alt="Odin got me into bed with simply his golden tongue...where it also was a plus.">> <<quizChoice "Sussing subtext" change="$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Remy'])" alt="Remy, I think was married and I was his dalliance.">> <<quizChoice "Much of the language" change="$Stats.Skills['Learning'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Rocco'])" alt="Rocco's broken English and my broken Italian equalled a broken bed.">> <<quizChoice "Poise and presentation" change="$Stats.Skills['Performance'].base--; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Giovanni'])" alt="Giovanni was a gorgeous model from Milan.">> <<quizChoice "Control and restraint" change="$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Cyrilo'])" alt="Cyrilo and I fucked during some of his sets as DJ at the club.">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=10 disable>> <br>/* IMAGE: Used Redbull cans, snorted lines of cocaine, empty alcohol bottles -- excess */ <<quizChoice "A bit of myself" change="$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Casimir'])" alt="Casimir was a dealer and I traded pussy for product...and a good fuck.">> <<quizGroup columns priorChoices=11>> <br>/* IMAGE: Very bleary eyes*/ I didn't care. I fucking loved just letting go. Didn't matter that I earned a reputation at the Institute. I didn't cross a line that would kick me out and I was there to escape. So, I escaped. <br> <br> <<quizChoice "Forgot more" change="$Stats.Skills['Learning'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Henrik'])" alt="Henrik loved to mansplain what I picked up in class.">> <<quizChoice "Turned people off" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Alejandro'])" alt="Alejandro, chauffeur got out his hatred for serving with me in bed">> <<quizChoice "Lost control" change="$Stats.Traits['Stable'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Bron'])" alt="Bron loved bondage">> <<quizChoice "Cared about less" change="$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Kristofer'])" alt="Kristoffer had me skip classes to meet up.">> <<quizChoice "My body took a hit" change="$Stats.BodyTraits.delete('fit'); $GY.swissTrysts ++; $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].base--; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Mikel'])" alt="Mikel had a boat and I spent weekends of decadence with him.">> <<quizChoice "Stumbled more" change="$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Hugo'])" alt="Hugo hated heels, so I practically stopped wearing them.">> <<quizChoice "Saw less" change="$Stats.Skills['Perception'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Lucas'])" alt="Lucas never wanted to leave his flat, so we didn't.">> <<quizChoice "Lost inhibition" change="$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Phillipe'])" alt="Phillipe spent so much on bottle service with me.">> <<quizChoice "Lost insight" change="$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Xander'])" alt="Xander watched lots of YouTube conspiracy channels.">> <<quizChoice "Lost talent" change="$Stats.Skills['Performance'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Barnaby'])" alt="Barnaby loved to use the neg on me">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=11 change="$Memories.push('Met Casimir')">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=20 change="$Memories.push('Met Mikel'); $GY.swissTrysts = priorChoices">> <</quiz>> <<set _missedSexOptions = dataUtils.getMissingOptions(_MOptions, _allSwissTrystOptions)>> <<missedOptions>> <<quizGroup columns>> <<choicesFrom _missedSexOptions>> <</missedOptions>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "bi">> <<quiz noChanging>> What did I lose? <br><br> <<quizGroup columns>> <<quizChoice "Social refinements" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Skeezy Romanian'])" alt="He was a skeezy Romanian at the club, never got his name.">> <<quizChoice "Cultural nuance" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Baltic Guy'])" alt="We spoke two different languages: his was...something Baltic?">> <<quizChoice "Appreciation for the finer things" change="$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Abella'])" alt="I don't think Abella was a prostitute, but she stole my wallet.">> <<quizChoice "Subtle forms of manipulation" change="$Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['A husband'])" alt="Natalia convinced me to hook up with her husband.">> <<quizChoice "Behavioral insight" change="$Stats.Skills['Perception'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Kennedy'])" alt="Kennedy psychoanalyzed me after sex.">> <<quizChoice "Artful equivocation" change="$Stats.Skills['Deception'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Odin'])" alt="Odin got me into bed with simply his golden tongue...where it also was a plus.">> <<quizChoice "Sussing subtext" change="$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Angie'])" alt="Angie was married and wanted out.">> <<quizChoice "Much of the language" change="$Stats.Skills['Learning'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Rocco'])" alt="Rocco's broken English and my broken Italian equalled a broken bed.">> <<quizChoice "Poise and presentation" change="$Stats.Skills['Performance'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Giovanni'])" alt="Giovanni was a gorgeous model from Milan.">> <<quizChoice "Control and restraint" change="$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Cyrilo'])" alt="Cyrilo and I fucked during some of his sets as DJ at the club.">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=10 disable>> <br>/* IMAGE: Used Redbull cans, snorted lines of cocaine, empty alcohol bottles -- excess */ <<quizChoice "A bit of myself" change="$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Casimir'])" alt="Casimir was a dealer and I traded pussy for product...and a good fuck.">> <<quizGroup columns priorChoices=11>> <br>/* IMAGE: Very bleary eyes*/ I didn't care. I fucking loved just letting go. Didn't matter that I earned a reputation at the Institute. I didn't cross a line that would kick me out and I was there to escape. So, I escaped. <br> <br> <<quizChoice "Forgot more" change="$Stats.Skills['Learning'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Henrik'])" alt="Henrik loved to mansplain what I picked up in class.">> <<quizChoice "Turned people off" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Alejandro'])" alt="Alejandro, chauffeur got out his hatred for serving with me in bed">> <<quizChoice "Lost control" change="$Stats.Traits['Stable'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Sofia'])" alt="Sofia and I got too drunk one night. I lived to regret it.">> <<quizChoice "Cared about less" change="$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Kristofer'])" alt="Kristoffer had me skip classes to meet up.">> <<quizChoice "My body took a hit" change="$Stats.BodyTraits.delete('fit'); $GY.swissTrysts ++; $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].base--; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Bekkah'])" alt="Bekkah was quite giving, but I think she did it to undermine me">> <<quizChoice "Stumbled more" change="$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Hugo'])" alt="Hugo hated heels, so I practically stopped wearing them.">> <<quizChoice "Saw less" change="$Stats.Skills['Perception'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Lucas'])" alt="Lucas never wanted to leave his flat, so we didn't.">> <<quizChoice "Lost inhibition" change="$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Phillipe'])" alt="Phillipe spent so much on bottle service with me.">> <<quizChoice "Lost insight" change="$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Xander'])" alt="Xander watched lots of YouTube conspiracy channels.">> <<quizChoice "Lost talent" change="$Stats.Skills['Performance'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Alina'])" alt="Sleeping with Alina made me feel less about myself">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=11 change="$Memories.push('Met Casimir')">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=20 change="$Memories.push('Met Mikel'); $GY.swissTrysts = priorChoices">> <</quiz>> <<set _missedSexOptions = dataUtils.getMissingOptions(_BiOptions, _allSwissTrystOptions)>> <<missedOptions>> <<quizGroup columns>> <<choicesFrom _missedSexOptions>> <</missedOptions>> <<elseif $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> <<quiz noChanging>> What did I lose? <br><br> <<quizGroup columns>> <<quizChoice "Social refinements" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Skeezy Romanian (F)'])" alt="She was a skeezy Romanian at the club, never got her name.">> <<quizChoice "Cultural nuance" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Baltic babe'])" alt="We spoke two different languages: hers was...something Baltic?">> <<quizChoice "Appreciation for the finer things" change="$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Abella'])" alt="I don't think Abella was a prostitute, but she stole my wallet.">> <<quizChoice "Subtle forms of manipulation" change="$Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['A husband'])" alt="Natalia convinced me to hook up with her husband.">> <<quizChoice "Behavioral insight" change="$Stats.Skills['Perception'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Kennedy'])" alt="Kennedy psychoanalyzed me after sex.">> <<quizChoice "Artful equivocation" change="$Stats.Skills['Deception'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Ingrid'])" alt="Ingrid strung me along">> <<quizChoice "Sussing subtext" change="$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Angie'])" alt="Angie was married and wanted out.">> <<quizChoice "Much of the language" change="$Stats.Skills['Learning'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Delia'])" alt="Delia wanted to practice her English.">> <<quizChoice "Poise and presentation" change="$Stats.Skills['Performance'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Bianca'])" alt="Bianca was a ballroom dancer.">> <<quizChoice "Control and restraint" change="$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Annabelle'])" alt="Annabelle was wilder than I was.">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=10 disable>> <br>/* IMAGE: Used Redbull cans, snorted lines of cocaine, empty alcohol bottles -- excess */ <<quizChoice "A bit of myself" change="$Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Casimir'])" alt="Casimir had product, I had pussy.">> <<quizGroup columns priorChoices=11>> <br> I didn't care. I fucking loved just letting go. Didn't matter that I earned a reputation at the Institute. I didn't cross a line that would kick me out and I was there to escape. So, I escaped. <br>/* IMAGE: Very bleary eyes*/ <br> <<quizChoice "Forgot more" change="$Stats.Skills['Learning'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Zoe'])" alt="Zoe and I got high before sex.">> <<quizChoice "Turned people off" change="$Stats.Skills['Social'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Madame Neri'])" alt="Madame Neri treated me like this year's pet, and people knew.">> <<quizChoice "Lost control" change="$Stats.Traits['Stable'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Sofia'])" alt="Sofia and I got too drunk one night. I lived to regret it.">> <<quizChoice "Cared about less" change="$Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Phoebe'])" alt="Phoebe loved the divey clubs and bars.">> <<quizChoice "My body took a hit" change="$Stats.BodyTraits.delete('fit');$GY.swissTrysts ++; $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].base--; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Bekkah'])" alt="Bekkah was quite giving, but I think she did it to undermine me.">> <<quizChoice "Stumbled more" change="$Stats.Skills['Coordination'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Opehlia'])" alt="Ophelia was a daredevil and I got hurt during one of her stunts.">> <<quizChoice "Saw less" change="$Stats.Skills['Perception'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Michalina'])" alt="Michalina was controlling and possessive.">> <<quizChoice "Lost inhibition" change="$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Lillian'])" alt="Lillian loved lines.">> <<quizChoice "Lost insight" change="$Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Emery'])" alt="Emery downplayed my studies as frivolous.">> <<quizChoice "Lost talent" change="$Stats.Skills['Performance'].base--; $GY.swissTrysts ++; $bodies.push(_allSwissTrystOptions['Alina'])" alt="Sleeping with Alina made me feel less about myself.">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=11 change="$Memories.push('Met Casimir')">> <<quizGroup priorChoices=20 change="$Memories.push('Met Mikel'); $Stats.Kinks.pushUnique('Nympho'); $GY.swissTrysts = priorChoices">> <</quiz>> <<set _missedSexOptions = dataUtils.getMissingOptions(_FOptions, _allSwissTrystOptions)>> <<missedOptions>> <<quizGroup columns>> <<choicesFrom _missedSexOptions>> <</missedOptions>> <</if>> <br><br> I came here to learn, I came here to have fun. Ultimately, I felt I had achieved the [[best of both worlds|GY008 - LMO]].
<<outfit elegantdress>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Empty Ferry Boat */ That's when the imposter syndrome felt most real: pulling my bag out of the palatial Institute and making my way back to the boat. I'd cross Lake Geneva the way I came, the others had found better ways to depart. I'd head out without my attendant. I'd get back into Coach and be home no more resolved than when I left. <br><br><br> It felt like such a let down. <br><br><br> And everything now felt so...unimpressive. I was leaving a class of society that essentially didn't exist. Everything felt plebian. Tasteless, poor replicas, mockery. Madame had done her job -- there was a bit of me that was 'refined'. I had been conditioned and altered in ways I hadn't expected. A little more Sofia, a little more Bekkah, a little less <<print $CC.name>>. <br><br> Part of me was happy to have these things, part of me saw how fleeting and unimportant it all was. That society was just as manufactured and flawed as the one I was returning to. I wondered how long these changes in me would last. Would I revert quickly or would it be indelible? <br><br><br> I had been molded, but I don't think I was truly finished. A real misnomer. And whatever way I ended up, I'd end up [[me|GY010 - Home]].
<<if ($bodies.length - $GY.baseBodies) gte 10>> <<if ($bodies.length - $GY.baseBodies) lt 20>> <<set $kinknum += 1>> <<set $num += 1>> <<else>> <<set $kinknum += 2>> <<set $num += 1>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.length < $kinknum>> <<sexSkillsSetup $kinknum>> <<intro>> It had been a //crazy// year. I hadn't expected it to be as freaky as it was. <<kinks>> And through the sexcapades, I realized I liked: <<skills>> And I think I had gotten a bit better<<if $Stats.SexSkills.length eq 0>> at<</if>>: <<onDone>> <<include "GY010 - Home2">> <</sexSkillsSetup>> <<else>> <<include "GY010 - Home2">> <</if>> <<else>> <<include "GY010 - Home2">> <</if>>
<<set _nate = { name: "Nate", image: "logo.agency-bw.webp", branch: "International Affairs", role: "Deputy Agent", company: "External Recon\n & Operations Service" }>> <<businessCard _nate>> <<outfit default>> What a year it had been. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2>> And it felt so good to have done what I did. It had been the right call, eschew all the rest of the bullshit and do something for me and about me. <<else>> I wasn't sure that it was the right call. It felt...like a pause. It had filled the time, but not filled the holes or given me answers. I still felt lost. <</if>> <br><br><br> But the year was coming to a close and the choices that had been before me remained, unrelenting, unresolved and unforgiving. <br><br> My head in my hands, a few weeks before the Boys and <<print $CC.FName>> got back from their first year at school, I was overwhelmed by all the pamphlets -- all the verbiage and pictures looked the same. College looked the same. How did //anyone// make a decision about something that seemed to be this important? <br><br> I shoved the slick and shiny paper with a frustrated grunt. And there it was: Nate's card. <br><br> There hadn't been a visit, not a word about Mom. Tears dropped onto the white of the thick paper: was she dead? Had I abandoned her? Was she going to be as much of a forgotten memory as this past year would soon be? As unimportant? <br><br><br> It felt like my choices were set right there in front of me: <<crossroads>> <<path [[GY011 - Bacc]]>> The normal, expected path of college. <<path [[ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]>> Do something, //anything// about the person who had brought me into this world. <</crossroads>>
/* TODO: (Fict) Format, especially near the bottom */ <<image framed "passage/GY011-Bacc-alt.png">> <<set $HS.acceptance ++>> Advertisements for colleges had become more bountiful than bills and credit card applications in the past year or so. The floor could be carpeted in tear sheets, pamphlets, and stock photos. <br><br> I had no idea there were that many colleges around, let alone which one I wanted to go to. But eventually, I had to take a deep breath and just...throw the dart. <br><br> As I mulled over the decision, I nudged the papers around on my desk. My GPA -- wouldn't be such a huge component of the application. I was older, wiser, had experienced the world. My transcript that outlined who I was besides the numbers. My essay. <br><br> <<if ["helper", "church", "volunteer", "sporty", "beach", "cheer", "act", "job", "piano", "gym", "dance", "read"].includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $HS.acceptance ++>> I was glad to have had 'expand my world view' growing up -- I heard from more than a few of my more studious friends that they had a hard time coming up with content for their essays for their applications. I could only shrug. Mine came easy. I had a different context and was able to flesh out myself beyond just the grades...whatever they might have been. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includesAny("CheerCaptain", "TwitchOpenWin", "Won Faith and Service Award", "TeenModel", "DistrictsWon", "Signed By a Label", "Opened for Sara Morales")>> <<set $HS.acceptance ++>> Not gonna lie, having had such an outstanding performance, so early in life, //outside// of school was a boon beyond I could have imagined. Just hearing about my accomplishments made people perk up when considering me. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> <<set $HS.acceptance ++>> And I got a little bump from being scouted -- just dicking around by myself on the athletics fields of all places -- for my 'impressive athleticism'. I'm not sure I wanted to pursue collegiate sports, but if it was an in...I wasn't going to argue. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.acceptance ++>> I couldn't help but smile looking over my entrance essay. I had found a compelling story to set me out from the pack -- whether or not the content was entirely, //exactly// true, it read like it was. <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <div id="college"> <<crossroads #college>> <<path>> It was either a decision to go for a safe option: a nearby //State// //School//. <<contents>> <<set $HS.college = 2>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <br><br> I'd rather be safe than sorry, so I tossed some applications to the cheaper and nearby institutions -- now don't turn your nose up, we had some highly competitive colleges in state. <br><br> <<if $HS.acceptance gt 6>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Learning += 2>> <<run $Memories.push("Elite College Student")>> <<set $Body.age += 4>><<set $CC.year -= 4>> <<face happy>> Scholarships and acceptance letters abounded. I was overwhelmed by choice and opportunity. After careful deliberation and weighing the options -- cost versus benefit, quite literally -- <<if $CC.dad == 2>>It was just me, so <<else>><<print $CC.DName>> and <</if>>I finalized a selection an institution that actually competed with some of the Ivy Leagues when it came to [[prestige|PG004 - Summer Break Vignette]] <<elseif $HS.acceptance gt 3>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $HS.college = 0>> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Learning -->> <<face angry runny>> <<print $CC.FName>> kept telling me the letter was //kind//. Well, ''fuck'' kind. I __deserved__ to get in. And what made it worse? No fucking backup. <br><br> Being absolutely crushed didn't come close to describing how I felt. I felt like this was punitive, a mistake. But still, all the application windows had passed. <br><br> ...or fuck it. Life was giving me the finger, I'd give life the finger right [[back|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <<else>> <<run $Memories.push("State School Student")>> <<set $Body.age += 4>><<set $CC.year -= 4>> <<Stats Learning ++>> There were surprisingly quite a few schools that were keen on my entry and after some debate, <<if $CC.dad == 2>>It was just me, so <<else>><<print $CC.DName>> and <</if>>I selected one of the better options. Quite a large class size, but it was a tried and true [[option|PG004 - Summer Break Vignette]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $HS.college = 0>> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Learning -->> <<face angry runny>> <<print $CC.FName>> kept telling me the letter was //kind//. Well, ''fuck'' kind. I __deserved__ to get in. And what made it worse? No fucking backup. <br><br> Being absolutely crushed didn't come close to describing how I felt. I felt like this was punitive, a mistake. But still, all the application windows had passed. <br><br> ...or fuck it. Life was giving me the finger, I'd give life the finger right [[back|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<run $Memories.push("Feeder School Student")>> <<set $Body.age += 4>><<set $CC.year -= 4>> I had not expected to be so deflated when all the rejections from other kid's 'safety schools' came back in. It was a close call in avoiding just some vocational, community or technical college, but the school I would be attending was a glorified feeder to the larger state [[institutions|PG004 - Summer Break Vignette]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<path>> Or, lean into my scores and ability to write a good essay and try for one of the //top schools// in the country. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <br><br> The pressure on the whole process -- especially when you started to look at the numbers and chances -- was close to debilitating. There were so many competing opinions, and once the applications went out, there was this haze of listlessness. Like you were waiting for your life to happen to you. And then kids started wearing college sweatshirts and I began to envy those that had gone for the easier options, just to know sooner. <br><br> And it wasn't simply: would I get in or not, and where, but the knock-on effects that whatever happened here on out through my eventual graduation could have life-altering effects. It was enough to make you want to burn the whole system down. Fuck the hamster wheel. <br><br> Oh. There was something in the mail. For me. <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>>The butterflies were intense.<<else>>I don't think my stomach could have sunk any lower.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $HS.acceptance gt 8>> <<set $HS.college = 1>> <<set $Body.age += 4>><<set $CC.year -= 4>> <<Stats Confident += 2>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<run $Memories.push("Ivy League Student")>> <<Stats Learning += 3>> <<face happy>> Holy fucking shit. I don't think I'd been as excited or impressed with myself at any other point in my life. I had done it. I'd be attending not just college -- which was a dream for so many -- but one of the best ones available. It took me a week to shake the grin off my face. And the chip on my shoulder I don't think ever [[fell off|PG004 - Summer Break Vignette]]. Even with what I eventually endured. <<elseif $HS.acceptance gt 3>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $HS.college = 0>> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Learning -->> <<face angry runny>> <<print $CC.FName>> kept telling me the letter was //kind//. Well, ''fuck'' kind. I __deserved__ to get in. And what made it worse? No fucking backup. <br><br> Being absolutely crushed didn't come close to describing how I felt. I felt like this was punitive, a mistake. But still, all the application windows had passed. <br><br> ...or fuck it. Life was giving me the finger, I'd give life the finger right [[back|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <<else>> <<set $HS.college = 2>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<run $Memories.push("State School Student")>> <<set $Body.age += 4>><<set $CC.year -= 4>> <<Stats Learning ++>> The letter was kind, if not short, but I would not be attending one of the best schools in the country. I was not in the top percent and I had no idea how close or far I had been from making it in. Luckily, I had a backup and would be attending one of the better state schools. Thank god for having some sort of [[forethought|PG004 - Summer Break Vignette]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<set $HS.college = 0>> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Learning -->> <<face angry runny>> <<print $CC.FName>> kept telling me the letter was //kind//. Well, ''fuck'' kind. I __deserved__ to get in. And what made it worse? No fucking backup. <br><br> Being absolutely crushed didn't come close to describing how I felt. I felt like this was punitive, a mistake. But still, all the application windows had passed. <br><br> ...or fuck it. Life was giving me the finger, I'd give life the finger right [[back|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <<else>> <<set $HS.college = 0>> <<Stats Confident -= 2>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Learning -->> The tiny slip in the mail could hardly be called an envelope. I knew my answer as soon as I saw it. I was absolutely crushed. I don't think I opened it for days. It became a scramble for some other option, but the windows had passed. Icarus was <<print $CC.name>> and my wings had melted. <br><br> ...fuck it all. I needed to reconsider [[everything|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<set _textPrefix = { 1 : "I had barely begun my time away from", 2 : "I guess I couldn't be trusted.", 3 : "I couldn't be trusted, clearly.", }>> <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <br><br> <<print _textPrefix[_textNum]>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>><<if _textNum == 2 || _textNum == 3>> had committed to me<</if>> and here I was ruining everything I had agreed to: staying together, committed, exclusive. <br><br> What did that mean for our future? What did that say about me? <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> Afterwards, I thought about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. The...differences...between them and what I had just experienced. And there was no way they'd ever know. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <<if $Body.cheatCount gte 3>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <br><br> I no longer was feeling the guilt about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. They weren't the one, clearly and they didn't feel that I was the one either. Time for honesty. Time for me to see what single life was like. <<else>> <br><br> Afterwards, I felt a catch in my throat. Had I done what <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> had done to me? How had I done that to them? They could //never// find out. <</if>> <</if>>
<<outfit default>> <<set $Dossier.showWardrobe = true>> <<image framed "passage/HS000-Testing.png">> <<set $HS.testScore = $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value>> <<if $CC.schoolinterest == "boys">> <<set $CC.HSBC += $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "none">> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv == $CC.activity || $CC.hsv == $CC.freetime>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<else>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <</if>> The pressure mounted from every direction: the teachers, at home, even the energy of my peers shifted. Where they used to joke and goof off, kids were literally quizzing each other and engaging in //actual// study sessions. <br><br><br> But it wasn't as simple as just 'get grades' and 'do homework'. Life was getting complex and people were running in different circles. Friends stopped being friends because of what they did and what they wore. The entire social fabric that had been so easy and simple before tore apart and was resown around us because, now, the real question was, what I liked...and what the other kids thought about it. <br><br> Now I had to decide who I was going to be. I couldn't just be //<<print $CC.name>>//. I had to __define__ myself, put myself into a box that others could recognize. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - Volunteer]] $CC.clique is "Prude">> ...my pastor had asked that everyone consider devoting time and energy towards the community, as He did. <br><br> So, of course, I considered my obligations to my college chances alongside God. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this Clique. <<path [[HS002 - Music]] $CC.clique is "Rebel">> ...being a loner was hard. The only thing that really made me feel good was music. <br><br> So, of course, I ditched everything else in lieu of art. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this Clique. <<path [[HS002 - Popular]] $CC.clique is "Alpha" && !visited("HS002 - PromQueen")>> ...and the only box to pick was the best box. The box that everyone else wanted to be in: Popular. <br><br> So, of course, I needed to be Prom Queen. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this Clique. <<path [[HS002 - Twitch]] $CC.clique is "Nerd" && !visited("HS002 - Twitch")>> ...there was the opportunity to see our idols. In. Person. <br><br> So, of course, I needed to go to TwitchCon. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this Clique. <<path [[HS002 - Sports]] $CC.clique is "Sports">> ...the end of the year meant capstone competitions that made or broke you. <br><br> So, of course, I focused on the other thing colleges cared about: sports. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this Clique. <<path [[HS002 - Loser]] $CC.clique is "Loser">> ...I didn't have a choice. I had been pidgeonholed long ago. <br><br> Wallflower. Weirdo. Loser. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose this Clique. <<path [[HS002 - Studies]]>> ...with such a high bar to meet, grades were of the utmost importance. <br><br> So, of course, I studied. <</crossroads>> <<timed 1s>> <<dialogHint 'Story Arcs' 'popup'>> Some Vignettes are larger and form story arcs, and -- rather than cultivating the Bonzai tree of her skills and personality -- are more centered on achievement.<br><br> These test the <<print $CC.name>> that has reached this point of her story. What can she achieve? Will she succeed? What goalposts will be solidified in her memory? <</dialogHint>> <</timed>>
<<outfit loser>><<image framed "HS002-Loser.png">> My tray spun from my hands. I grasped in vain, watching my salisbury steak tumbling in a proof of centripetal force -- everything I had just paid for, the milk, the mashed potatoes and peas -- looking undisturbed just moments before the corner of my plastic tray hit the linoleum and it was all over. <br><br> The serenity and edibility ruined in one explosive shock. My food was spreading out over the floor. Wasted. <br><br> I looked around dumbly, not understanding the suddenness and violence. Everyone was laughing. At me. Everyone was looking at me. Everyone but //Ava//. <br><br> There was no proof and no one would out the princess. No one would defend me. No one would come to my aid. <br><br> I just tucked my chin and scooped the debris onto the tray. The laughter ebbed into chuckles and whispered comments. I tried not to hear them. <br><br> Ditching the trash, I returned to the cafeteria line and used my last extra cash to get something to eat. <br><br> By the time I ventured back among my classmates, the display had mostly been forgotten, lost among each little clique's conversation. Now I just had to find somewhere to sit. There were no empty seats. No sign of The Boys or <<print $CC.FName>>. I'd have to take a risk. <<speechPC>>"Can...I sit with you?"<</speechPC>> Just a couple of underclassmen girls. I'd never met them before, but they seemed kind, they seemed to not be affiliated with the main groups...and they were younger than me, certainly they'd-- <br><br> Their mouths gaped. One gagged. They looked to each other in dumb astonishment before spreading their thighs and taking up as much space as possible. <br><br> I found a staircase to sit by myself. <br><br><br> Later, when <<print $CC.MName>> picked me up from school, she asked the age-old and most dreaded question, <<speech $CC.MName>>"How was school?"<</speech>> Sighing, I shook my head. <<speechPC>>"Just another day."<</speechPC>> She knew to leave it be. I'd just hole up in my room like every afternoon, alone. <br><br> Not that I didn't wish it was different. I //did//. I wished... <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - Loser2_Pop]]>> I could be one of the popular kids. <<path [[HS002 - Loser2_Sports]]>> I could fit in with the athletic kids. <</crossroads>>
<div id="volleyball"> <<print "$CC.MName">> smiled at me, peering back from the driver's seat. We'd come straight from school and I was awkwardly trying to change in the backseat, <<speech $CC.MName>>"I heard they have locker rooms, dear."<</speech>> Her tone was kind, but it still stung. She didn't have the memories I did of the locker room. Maybe eventually. Stripping down in front of them felt too vulnerable right now. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, just...faster this way."<</speechPC>> I had my backpack crammed up against one of the windows while my eyes darted at the other ones, making sure no one was seeing me as we sat in the parking lot. <<speech $CC.MName>>"Okay."<</speech>> I could hear her disbelief. <<speechPC>>"Show up early and ready to go. Impress the coach, ya know?"<</speechPC>> I tugged on the <<link "jersey">><<upper "yellowsportsshirt">><</link>>. At least now, people would see me fumbling around but not realize I was essentially Winnie the Pooh-ing it. <<speech $CC.MName>>"I think he'll care more about your talent than coming in your uniform Day One."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just...I'm halfway there, Mom. Can you just--"<</speechPC>> I stuffed my school clothes into my gym bag with a bit too much force, feeling them catch on the zipper. <<speech $CC.MName>>She switched tacks immediately, "Junior Varsity team. That's a big step, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Shifting my shoulder away from my backpack, I let it drop so I could dig through it for the rest of my gear. The <<link "spandex">><<lower "tightsportsshorts">><</link>> tugged tightly up my legs. <<speech $CC.MName>>"You know I'm proud of you."<</speech>> Was she reacting to my lack of response? Was she worried about me? <<speechPC>>"Did you ever play?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"Volleyball? No. I was surprised you wanted to pick it up."<</speech>> I shrugged. <<speech $CC.MName>>"I didn't really do the sports thing, growing up."<</speech>> <<if $CC.Mom == 0>>I believed her. She never really had much definition. She was just a full-on, typical Mom-type Mom.<<else>>It was hard to not show my disbelief. She never hit the gym, but she had this effortless grace and athleticism about her.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"Really?"<</speechPC>> I slid my feet into my <<link "sneaks">><<feet "shoes_chunkysneakers">><</link>>. <<speech $CC.MName>>"Let's say //I'm// impressed. You look great, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> She did look like she was beaming. <<speechPC>>"Well. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I leaned forward, gave her a peck on her cheek and began sliding out of the car, tugging my gym bag with me, <<speechPC>>"I'm ready to go."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"I'll be here to pick you up when you're done."<</speech>> Hitting the door shut with my butt, I couldn't help but smile. It was nice to <<if $CC.Mom == 0>>see her making this effort with me<<else>>have Mom back in town for once<</if>>, it made things feel more normal. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Thanks, Mom."<</speechPC>> I called to her through the window and waved, stepping over towards the gym and my new after-school life on a club volleyball <<link "team.">><<replace '#volleyball'>> <<set $HS.compWin = $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value>> <<if ($CC.freetime == "sporty" || $CC.schoolinterest == "active") && ($CC.hsv == "sporty" || $CC.hsv == "cheer")>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> School was...shit. <br><br> I got along with practically no one. <br><br> I'd always felt that being a part of a team might be a way to find that belonging, no matter what those girls stuck together. Maybe that's how I'd find //my// people. <br><br> My heart was in my throat and it was ''pumping'' with excitement. And yet, I wanted to run right out of the doors seeing the girls assembled there already -- these were girls who //knew// me. <br><br> But these were younger girls, the less talented girls, the girls who -- like me -- were wanting to do the sport rather than crush some skulls. <br><br> We eyed each other cautiously while we waited for the thick air to be cut by our coach: Rod. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Rod">>Needless to say, I was enamored from the moment we met. Most of the girls were. And that kind of made it more important that he and //me// be a thing. Careful, <<print $CC.name>>. Didn't wanna screw this up.<</if>> Clap, clap. <<speech "Rod">>"Alright, girls. Let's do some drills. Let me see what you can do."<</speech>> Clap, clap. We scrambled onto the court and began to show off or striking, setting, serving. <br><br> I was exhausted, sweaty and dying for a shower by the end of our first session. The ick was too much to take, so I got over myself and headed to locker room along with all the other <<linkexpand "girls">> <<skillChecked "Pubes">> <<skillChecked "Suggestible" "Clique Label Reaction" "Stable" "Confident">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Naked girls in a shower */ girls. <br><br> <span id="pubes"> <<if Array("bush", "trimmed", "bikini").includes($Body.pubes)>> I pulled <<link "off my clothing">><<outfit naked>><</link>> urgently. The sound of water running was teasing me. Girls were already in there and I needed to get clean. Now. <br><br> Then, as I stepped out of my shorts, one of the girls coughed. <br><br> Another cough. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell she was looking at me. I froze, trying to ignore her. She had been one of the girls I had driven a spike at and was wondering if this was come-uppance. Maybe I should have taken my earlier beliefs to heart and stayed out of the locker room a bit longer. <<speech "Teammate">>"Gross."<</speech>> It was another girl, standing naked beside me, hands on her hips. The coughing girl had become laughing girl and I was gaining an audience as they checked out my sweaty, matted pubes. <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> It came out as a squeak more than anything else. <<speech "Other Teammate">>"Fuckin nasty."<</speech>> I heard one girl gag. There wasn't a conversation. Just shaking heads, their hairless twats walked away from me and my shame. //This// is why I'd avoided the locker room, Mom. <br><br> The heat on my cheeks wasn't residue from the workout. I was embarassed and could feel my lower hair clinging to my body as it wetted in the shower. And as nice as it felt to get clean, all I could think about was comparing my trim to their lack. I felt a wholesale expectation to go bald. Lindsey, the cougher, was cleaner than I'd ever thought possible. Deepa and Rachel kept something along the lines of...a line, landing strip. But they were the only two. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> I quickly joined in and decided between the <<link "Line" "HS002 - Loser3_Sports">> <<set $Body.pubes = "strip">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <</link>> and <<link "Hollywood" "HS002 - Loser3_Sports">> <<set $Body.pubes = "bald">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <</link>> look. <<elseif $CC.labelReaction gt 0>> I wasn't going to be the odd-ball and went <<link "Hollywood" "HS002 - Loser3_Sports">> <<set $Body.pubes = "bald">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <</link>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte 1 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 0 && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 1 && $CC.labelReaction lte 0>> I preferred being <<link "Unique" "HS002 - Loser3_Sports">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <</link>> Or... The __next__ day, we were all <<link "smiles" "HS002 - Loser3_Sports">> <<set $Body.pubes = "bald">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <</link>> rather than stares. <</if>> <<else>> I pulled <<link "off my clothing">><<outfit naked>><</link>> urgently. The sound of water running was teasing me. Girls were already in there and I needed to get clean. Now. <br><br> I heard a cough from a girl named Lindsey. I looked over and she was making another, louder, clearly fake as she drew attention to...me. <<speech "Lindsay">>"Looks like <<print $CC.name>> is a slut."<</speech>> It was another girl, standing naked beside me, hands on her hips. The coughing girl had become laughing girl and I was gaining an audience as they checked out my pubic region. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> It came out as a squeak more than anything else. My hands dropped to cover up what I thought was...normal. Expected...acceptable. <<speech "Other Teammate">>"Like anyone would fuck //her//."<</speech>> I heard one girl gag. There wasn't a conversation. Just shaking heads, their hairless twats walked away from me and my shame. The heat on my cheeks wasn't residue from the workout. I was embarassed and as nice as it felt to get clean, all I could think about was comparing myself to them. //This// is why I'd avoided the locker room, Mom. <br><br> I was confused. Lindsey, the cougher, was cleaner than I'd ever thought possible. Deepa and Rachel kept something along the lines of...a line, landing strip. But they were the only two. What made me the outlier? <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - Loser3_Sports][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].value ++]] $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte 1 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 0 && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 1 && $CC.labelReaction lte 0>> Fuck'em. I was who I was. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Stable or is too Suggestible. <<path [[HS002 - Loser3_Sports][$Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value ++; $Body.pubes = "trimmed"]]>> I started letting it grow out a bit. I wasn't a slut. <<path [[HS002 - Loser3_Sports][$Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value += 2; $Body.pubes = "bush"]]>> I grew it out fully, hiding my shameful parts. <</crossroads>> <</if>> </span> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> </div>
<<outfit loser>><<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser2_Pop.png">> <<if ($CC.schoolinterest == "people")>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> <div id="mall"> <<print "$CC.MName">> smiled at me, peering back from the driver's seat. We'd come straight from school and I was peering awkwardly out the window, <<speech $CC.MName>>"I heard the interesting things are inside, dear."<</speech>> Her tone was kind, but it still stung. She didn't have the memories I did of the social interactions. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, just...thought I saw someone I knew."<</speechPC>> my eyes darted side to side, making sure no one was seeing me as we sat in the parking lot. <<speech $CC.MName>>"Well, then go and say hi!."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No...it wasn't them."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"Okay."<</speech>> I could hear her disbelief. <<speechPC>>"Just...I'm supposed to meet them--"<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"Ya know, <<print $CC.name>>, people can be scary. I get it."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>That got some side-eye, "Do you?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"Oh, I've dealt with some absolutely //frightening// individuals."<</speech>> I shrugged. <br><br> <<speech $CC.MName>>"Look. What's the worst that can happen?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You want a list?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"What about the //best//? Did you make a list of that? You're ''wonderful''. You look great, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> She did look like she was beaming. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Well. Thanks."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"And nothing //good// is going to come out of you just sitting in the backseat."<</speech>> I sighed. I nodded. She was right. I leaned forward, gave her a peck on her cheek and began sliding out of the car. <br><br> Hitting the door shut with my butt, I couldn't help but smile. It was nice to <<if $CC.Mom == 0>>see her making this effort with me<<else>>have Mom back in town for once<</if>>, it made things feel more normal. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Thanks, Mom."<</speechPC>> I called to her through the window and waved. <br><br> <<speech $CC.MName>>"Plus I have errands to run!"<</speech>> A wry smirk, a wave, and she was gone, leaving me with the monolith of the mall and whatever waited for me <<link "inside">><<replace '#mall'>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I didn't have plans to actually meet anyone. I just knew they were here. A little eavesdropping, a few timely questions and I knew when I could run into them. <br><br> I wanted to run into them, right? <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Mall Food Court */ <br><br> And there they were: Ava and the 'popular' kids. Ava was sitting on a table in the food court -- holding court. The rest were lazing around in chairs they'd pulled over, munching on fast food. They weren't //doing// anything, just exercising their freedom and feeling self-important. That's what they did. <br><br> Ava clocked me. I could ''feel'' her eyes landing on me. She was in the midst of saying something and I watched the corners of her mouth turn upward, leaning forward conspiratorially <<speech "Ava">>"Look who's alone."<</speech>> I heard it? Was it the design of the walls and tile and a lucky happenstance? Or did she do that on purpose? <br><br> The grind of chairlegs against the floor sounded like a construction site. They all turned to look at me. <br><br> A smattering of: <<speech>>"Loser."<</speech>><<speech>>"Does she hang out with //anyone//?"<</speech>><<speech>>"What is she doing here?"<</speech>><<speech>>"What is she ''wearing''?"<</speech>> <div id="ava"> <<crossroads #ava>> <<path $CC.labelReaction lte 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>> Approach? <<blocked>> $CC.name believes she deserves to be a Loser too much. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<speechPC>>"Hey guys!"<</speechPC>> As believable smile as I could muster. <br><br> To my surprise, Ava slid off her throne and walked right up to me. She threw her arm around my shoulder and began leading me away from the food court, <<speech "Ava">>"Good point, Lindsay. We've //got// to do something about these clothes."<</speech>> A styling by ''Ava''? Sign. Me. Up. <<speechPC>>"Oh. Uh. Okay."<</speechPC>> Forever 21. The rest of the crew in tow and I was the focus. It felt //incredible//. She was talking to me like I was one of the others. She was ''touching'' me. <br><br> We picked out some things that I'd seen her wear and headed off to a changing room. <<speech "Ava">>"Oh, not much hanging space. I'll hand you these when you're ready."<</speech>> She clutched the outfit against herself, nudging me back behind the curtain. <br><br> I was grinning and nodding. <<speechPC>>"Thanks! They looks so cute!"<</speechPC>> I pulled off my <<link "sweatshirt">><<upper>><</link>>. I tossed it out to her, <<speechPC>>"Not really sure it's my color, but I trust you."<</speechPC>> The Uggs and my flannel pants came off in a <<link "one-two">><<feet>><<lower>><</link>>. I kicked them under the curtain. Sticking my arm out, <<speechPC>>"Kay. Ready."<</speechPC>> Hands were dragging my clothing out of sight, <<speech "Ava">>"Oh no, no. I don't wear anything under this."<</speech>> Really? Fuck, that was...a choice. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Okay."<</speechPC>> I followed her <<link "advice">><<bra>><<panties>><</link>>. <<speechPC>>"Fine, //now// I'm ready."<</speechPC>> I laughed off my discomfort. <br><br> <<timed 2s>> <<speechPC>>"Ava?"<</speechPC>> <<timed 2s>> <<speechPC>>"Ava..."<</speechPC>> <<timed 2s>> <<speechPC>>"Ava?!"<</speechPC>> It took me a number of asks from changing room attendees and nearly half an hour before I worked up the courage to ask for them to find my clothes and pass it back to me. What a cruel [[trick|HS002 - Loser3_Pop]]. <</timed>> <</timed>> <</timed>> <<path $CC.labelReaction gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lte 0>> Run. Save myself. <<blocked>> $CC.name is hates her Clique too much. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> Oh, no no. I felt danger. A gazelle on the open Savannah. <br><br> I acted like I didn't see her. Like I saw no one. <br><br> I kept walking. <br><br> Deeper into the mall. I didn't dare look back. <br><br> Into a store, making sure I wasn't followed. And then I heard her laugh. <br><br> I ducked behind a display. <br><br> Why was she standing right outside //this// store? Did she know? <br><br> Eventually I was asked to leave -- they didn't like some girl clutching her knees in the corner of their store. I felt like I was being tossed out for sacrifice. But she wasn't there. <br><br> All the same, I moved from store to store, jumping slightly at every female voice, every crowd of kids my age. <br><br> I had no ride, so I had time to kill anyway. <br><br> This wasn't the way I had expected to spend the day at the [[mall|HS002 - Loser3_Pop]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</replace>><</link>>. </div>
<<outfit sports>><<image framed "passage/HS002-Loser3_Sports.png">> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2>> I was placed at the top of the team. That meant our rotation was built around me. And that meant: animosity. <br><br> After school were days of drilling skill, relentless jumping, running and weight training. Friday we'd have our games. It was like a natural build and then the competition to cap it all off, just to start again the next week. <br><br> Yet, despite us working together to take down someone each week, I still felt...alone. <br><br> <<else>> I was placed towards the bottom of the team. And everyone seemed very cool with that fact. <br><br> After school were days of drilling skill, relentless jumping, running and weight training. Friday we'd have our games. It was like a natural build and then the competition to cap it all off, just to start again the next week. <br><br> Yet, despite my benchwarming was making the girls feel comfortable enough with me around...I still felt alone. <br><br> <</if>> Here I thought that I'd find comraderie and companionship. Instead, I was probably despairing and crying //more// often after practice. What was I supposed to do? <br><br> Was being a loser just ingrained in who I was? Could I ever find belonging? <br><br> Did I try something to try and build more of a rapport? <div id="rapport"> <<crossroads #rapport>> <<path $CC.labelReaction gt 0>> No. This was just confirmation that I was the loser I always knew I was. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't fall in with her Clique enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> Getting my ass snapped by towels. Turning around and seeing no one but hearing the laughs echoing off the tile walls. <br><br> Girls jumping in my way when I called 'mine' -- dropped onto my ass. But maybe I woulda missed. Maybe they were right. <br><br> Rod looking for rotating a girl in and me ducking so he picked someone else. <br><br> It wasn't the snickers in the halls. It wasn't the stuff written on my locker. But it was still more of the same, just now in [[spandex|HS002 - Loser4_Sports]]. <<path $CC.labelReaction lte 0>> Maybe if I was more supportive of them, I'd ingratiate myself. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too in line with her Clique. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> I stopped putting myself so out there. I was there for bonding, not being some superstar. <br><br> I helped clean up. I brought them water bottles. Fresh towels, tidy gym bags. I'd take the last shower -- even if the water was cool. <br><br> Despite being on the team, I got the nickname 'watergirl'. That was fine. It was a form of inclusion. I now had my role and it wasn't some excluded loser. <br><br> Rod seemed disappointed, seeing my focus turn to the other girls rather than my discipline. But he didn't understand what [[mattered|HS002 - Loser4_Sports]]. <<path $CC.labelReaction lte 0>> Maybe I just needed to work harder and impress them. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too in line with her Clique. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> I blocked them out as much as I could. Just focus on the game, show them I belonged. <br><br> My thighs and elbows got beat up as I threw myself on the floor, sacrificing my body to save a rally. <br><br> I wouldn't let the girls just take the balls that I called -- I knew that I had it, so we'd crash together while I powered through a strike or set. <br><br> It didn't make me any friends, but Rod warmed to me. Him calling out my passion also didn't 'net' me any friends. <br><br> Not the right way forward, but maybe there wasn't a way forward. Whatever, we were there to play volleyball, so I [[played|HS002 - Loser4_Sports]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit loser>> /* IMAGE (Needed): The highschool 'mall'. The place where kids congregate to hang out between classes. */ The Monday after a Break was always an interesting time at school. There had been a party and someone had gotten way too drunk, or hooked up with some guy. Or girl. //Something// had happened and it was all they could talk about. <br><br> <<speech "Erica">>"Danny. Did you //hear//? My older brother and his friends were throwing a party...and guess who showed up."<</speech>> She cocked her head my way. Wait. What party? She had an older brother? <br><br> <<speech "Danny">>"Oh shit. How'd she get invited? He always throws ''ragers''."<</speech>> <<speech "Erica">>"Because they know about her. And she lived up to expectations."<</speech>> I was sitting right //here//, Erica. She began making blowjob motions. For multiple guys at once. I felt the heat of embarassment. <br><br> <<speech "Danny">>"All of them?"<</speech>> He looked at me with lustful desire. <br><br> <<speech "Erica">>"//All//. She had to go to the hospital and get her stomach pumped."<</speech>> This time...it was me. It wasn't true. I hadn't been there, but the more people talked about it, the more people believed it. I was being etched into the scholastic zeitgeist as a dirty, gross slut. <br><br> <div id="lies"> <<crossroads #lies>> <<path>> Well, I guess if people already thought that about me, I had nothing to lose now. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> Danny didn't have any shame. He heard that I had no reservation when it came to putting out. <br><br> It wasn't a direct approach, but he didn't wait //too// long. <br><br> He wanted a front-row seat to a demonstration of what had happened at that party, so we went out to his car in the parking lot and I gave him <<linkexpand "one">> <<face runny>><<cumSpray mouth1 facial1>> one. <br><br> And maybe Danny would be my way in to a more popular [[crowd|HS002 - Loser4_Pop]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> I needed to double-down. Be very careful. Protect my rep. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> There was nothing I could do about the rumors. I just had to wait for them to die down. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of any reaction or response. <br><br> On the flipside, I made sure to start documenting where I was and what I was doing. Just a simple post to insta or tiktok. Then if someone did their due diligence and some idiotic lie came out, there would be proof. <br><br> I wasn't some party girl. I wasn't a slut. <br><br> That I wasn't really doing anything at all or hanging out with anyone popular wouldn't help my standing, but at least I wouldn't be known as the unpopular girl who put out for anybody and everybody. <br><br> I tried to soothe myself knowing that if they were targeting me this way, they were threatened. I didn't know why, but it had to be true, [[right|HS002 - Loser4_Pop]]? <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit sports>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> Eventually the capstone game arrived. If we won this game, we'd be in the running to enter Districts. <br><br> The air vibrated. I could barely pay attention to the other games as the pre-ordained time approached. <br><br> I could feel her presence without seeing her. Ava. My nemesis. <br><br> And then I saw her. She was just chatting away in the bleachers with girls from our school. She had invited them to watch. It was a social event for her and had nothing to do with me. But maybe...I could make them all notice. If we won, if I delivered, they couldn't possibly relegate me anymore. <br><br> I knew I'd win -- I //had// to. <br><br> I felt like a gladiator getting ready to go into the arena. <br><br> I took my place on the back line, toe of my sneaker digging at the paint as if I could get better purchase. I gave a quick glance to Rod. <br><br> He nodded. <br><br> The ball took flight, crowd hubbub falling away, and for a moment the stadium was silent. <br><br> The ball flew forward just before the <<shake 3s>>CRACK<</shake>> of my palm against fabric echoed in the cavernous gym. And we were off! <br><br> Back and forth, girls grunted, slammed into the floor at the last moment to save from a Kill. The score climbed, neck and neck, <<linkexpand "until match point...">> until match point... <br><br> <<if $HS.compWin gte 3>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Celebration on the volleyball court, girls all hugging and lifting each other */ <<Stats Confident ++>> <<face happy>> <<speech "Opponent">>"Mine!"<</speech>> she called out, her body shifting to target the far side of court, while her angle of her arms belied a closer target. <br><br> Smack! The ball tumbled upwards, back over the net. <br><br> I hurtled towards the shortfall. The rest of my squad was exhausted and caught off-guard. This was the moment. I dove against the hardwood, the padding of my elbows and knees not saving my chest or hips. <br><br> My hands shot underneath the ball, giving it purchase on my forearms to pop back into the air. <br><br> Erica, beside me, had recovered and squared underneath with a firm, <<speech "Erica">>"Set!"<</speech>> Somehow, I got my feet underneath me and launched myself into the air, from belly-down to reaching eight feet into the air easily. My arm swung down, using the strength and talent of my serve. The power gave Ava no time to react. The ball smashed her squarely in the face she the proud recipient of a six-packing, before dropping onto her pompous ass. The ball tumbled forward for the Kill. <br><br> Erica grabbed me ''ferociously''. We all were screaming, crying. Rod and the assistant coach were scrambling onto the court just ahead of our fans and parents. <br><br> Our side was a veritable mosh pit of emotion. <br><br> I was distracted. I looked towards the bleachers. For <<linkexpand "Ava.">> She was chattering away with the girls she came with. She didn't care. Oh. It was a social event. They weren't there for the game. They were flirting with some of the boys. <br><br><br> Oh well...We. ''Had''. <<shake 2s>>//''Won''//<</shake>>! <br><br><br> That night, I celebrated with <<print $CC.FName>>. None of the girls on the team invited me to their win-party. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Rod" && visited("HS002 - Sports_Party2")>> <br><br> It was a night full of wins. Rod had no reason to be texting me...but he was. I'd meet up with him later. I couldn't get the grin off my face. <</if>> <br><br><br> We didn't quite make the cut for Districts, but that was fine. It meant the end of the season and I didn't have to deal with feeling apart while being a 'part' of a team. <br><br><br> I could focus on other things. There was a [[party|HS002 - LoserEND]], something I hadn't had time for before. And somehow, I had gotten wind of it, even if I hadn't been 'invited' technically. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face hurt1>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Black eye or a girl on knees, head hung on empty court */ <<speech "Opponent">>"Mine!"<</speech>> she called out, her body shifting to target the far side of court, while her angle of her arms belied a closer target. <br><br> Smack! The ball tumbled upwards, back over the net. <br><br> I hurtled towards the shortfall. The rest of my squad was exhausted and caught off-guard. This was the moment. You dove against the hardwood, the padding of my elbows and knees not saving my chest or hips. <br><br> Somehow, I got my feet underneath me and launched myself into the air, from belly-down to reaching eight feet into the air easily. I sailed towards the net, my arm swung down, using the strength and talent of my serve. But suddenly the ball was screaming right at me, swelling in my vision. <br><br> And then I was back on the ground, my face red and throbbing from the impact and now growing redder from embarrassment as I saw Ava grinning and giving me a flip wave. <br><br><br> She turned to her squadmates who were screaming, and crying. Their coach was scrambling onto the court just ahead of their fans and parents. It was a veritable moshpit of emotion. <br><br> Ours emptied just as fast, <<linkexpand "leaving me alone.">> leaving me alone. <br><br><br> They had won. Our season was over. And even worse: it had been my fault. I couldn't bear to look to the bleachers. <br><br><br> A bruise was burgeoning in my eye sockets and red was pouring into my frenulum, the copper tang in my mouth. Tears welled in my eyes. <<speech "Rod">>"Too bad, kid,"<</speech>>, giving me a tap at the back of my head as I sat there, deflated, on the court. <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<face angry>> <<Stats Stable -->> I smacked his hand away and rose up, thrusting my chest into his and making him stumble back. <<speechPC>>"This is __your__ fault. See if you coach again next year."<</speechPC>> There was a moment of fear in his eyes, I think. But that was the last I saw of Rod, or the court. It was over and I was glad for it. <</if>> <br><br> That night, I commiserated with <<print $CC.FName>>. Needless to say, the girls on the team weren't interested in any more time with me. <<speech $CC.FName>>"The deepening color around your eyes...quite striking, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Rod" && visited("HS002 - Sports_Party2")>> <br><br> It wasn't a complete loss, though. Maybe he felt bad. Maybe he realized how much he was going to miss me...Rod was blowing up my phone. Despite the shiner, I couldn't stop grinning. <br><br> Later, it hurt to kiss but that didn't stop me. <</if>> <br><br><br> Well, now I didn't have to deal with feeling apart while being a 'part' of a team. <br><br><br> I could focus on other things. There was a [[party|HS002 - LoserEND]], something I hadn't had time for before. And somehow, I had gotten wind of it, even if I hadn't been 'invited' technically. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<cumSpray reset>> <<outfit loser>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<print $CC.MName>> and <<print $CC.DName>> were out of town. There wasn't even a word about 'behaving' or setting down ground-rules. They trusted me. <br><br> There was an opportunity here to leverage that trust into some social currency. I could throw a party. <br><br> Even though it was //me//, who could deny the opportunity to get out from prying eyes, get drunk, dance, have some fun? It was a new, fresh venue...and wouldn't something crazy happening at ''my'' house be an even better story to tell? <br><br> <div id="party"> <<crossroads #party>> <<path>> Time to start inviting people! <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> I was greeted with encouragement straight from the start: surprised looks and immediate 'yes'es. <br><br> Moving with confidence, I approached the more popular kids. Unsurprisingly, I received looks of doubt and incredulousness. But still they shrugged and smiled. <br><br> This was going to be a kickass party! Go <<print $CC.name>>! Things might be looking up for your standing around school. <br><br> The day approached and I began to worry about how big the party would end up being. I had a detailed list of who I had invited and a majority of positive RSVPs, but what about the spreading excitement? Who would invite their friends? <br><br> Was my reasonable number going to end up being an unreasonable crowd? Would the cops get called? Would the place get trashed? Would my parents find out? <br><br> Pushing down my worries, I got snacks and drinks. I began making the playlist and making sure that my house was ready to receive my guests! <br><br> It was the night of the <<linkexpand "party!">> party... /* IMAGE (Needed): A living room, ready for a party, but no one is there. */ Not a single person showed up. <br><br> I was devastated. <br><br> Ava had thrown her own competing party on the down-low and had actually //encouraged// kids to say yes to me knowing full well that they'd be at her party. <br><br> It sounded like it was an incredibly time, too. <br><br> I was the laughing-stock. <br><br> A few solitary drinks in, I realized that it hadn't all been for naught. I had overcome some of my social anxiety and actually tried to throw a party. I had to consider that a success, at the very least. <br><br> Good for you, <<print $CC.name>>. <br><br><br> There was another [[party|HS002 - LoserEND]]. It wasn't mine, but somehow I had gotten wind of it, even if I hadn't been technically 'invited'. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> What if no one said yes? That would //kill// any popularity I ''did'' have. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<set $People['CC'].M.rel ++>> <<set $People['CC'].F.rel ++>> <<set $People['CC'].Drew.rel ++>> <<set $People['CC'].Ethan.rel ++>> I couldn't stomach trying to do the fun thing and then getting shut down. <br><br> That would be the //worst//. <br><br> But that didn't mean I couldn't throw any party. <br><br> I still had a perfect venue and I had some people I could count on. <br><br> So, I put together a playlist, grabbed some drinks and snacks, and invited over <<print $CC.FName>>, <<print $CC.friend1>>, Ethan and Drew. <br><br> They all showed up and were more than glad to have a chill little party with me. <br><br> There were still people that considered me fun. <br><br> I did have friends. <br><br> I was popular in my own way, I guess. /* IMAGE (Needed): A living room with a few people hanging out casually. */ <br><br><br> There was another [[party|HS002 - LoserEND]]. It wasn't mine, but somehow I had gotten wind of it, even if I hadn't been technically 'invited'. <</crossroads>> </div>
/* Party */ <<image framed "passage/HS002-LoserEND.png">> <<outfit loser>> Wow. I was here. <br><br> My first //real// highschool party. Everyone was going...well, with me there, I guess that was actually true. <br><br> I had heard so many whispers and excited discussions about tonight, I had pieced together where it was happening and when. <br><br> But now that it stood in front of me: music could be heard down the block. Shadows of people inside showing just how many people were here... <br><br> Could I just walk in the front door? <br><br> <div id="door"> <<crossroads "#door">> <<path>> No guts, no glory. <<contents>> I was holding my breath when I opened the door. I was waiting for drinks to be thrown in my face, to be chased out with pitchforks. <br><br> Instead, not a single person seemed to notice me walking in. <br><br> Was I that invisible? <br><br> Okay, still, nothing bad had happened. <br><br> I grabbed a drink and red Solo cup in hand charged me with confidence. <br><br> I meandered, not exactly sure what I wanted to do or why I was there. Who was I going to talk to. Was I trying to dance? Get drunk? Just be seen and considered one of everyone else? <br><br> And then I heard my name, <<speech "Ava">>"<<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> She was waving me over. <<speech "Ava">>"We were almost done, come on, get in..."<</speech>> Ushering me towards a door as two other kids came out. Derek and Erica, clothes disheleved, hair a mess. Her makeup was mussed. He looked quite happy. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"What's..."<</speechPC>> She rolled her eyes, <<speech "Ava">>"Seven minutes in heaven."<</speech>> And then I was in the closet. <br><br> With someone else. <br><br> The door was closed. <br><br> It was dark. <br><br> I heard their breathing. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Hello." Soft, unsure.<</speechPC>> Then he grabbed me and moved to make out. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - Loser_7inHeaven">> <<path>> Be sensible. A side door or something wouldn't make a big entrance. <<contents>> Down a pathway alongside the house. Around the back to where kids were jumping into the pool, some fully clothed, some in swimsuits, some...not. <br><br> I hugged the wall tightly, not wanting to get shoved in. <br><br> And then I found the back door, right into the kitchen. I pulled the knob and entered. <br><br> People shuffled around, barely a look my way -- sometimes it's good to be invisible. <br><br> I'd made it in successfully...now I could just party! <br><br> I grabbed a drink and red Solo cup in hand charged me with confidence. <br><br> I meandered, not exactly sure what I wanted to do or why I was there. Who was I going to talk to. Was I trying to dance? Get drunk? Just be seen and considered one of everyone else? <br><br> And then I heard my name, <<speech "Ava">>"<<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> She was waving me over. <<speech "Ava">>"We were almost done, come on, get in..."<</speech>> Ushering me towards a door as two other kids came out. Derek and Erica, clothes disheleved, hair a mess. Her makeup was mussed. He looked quite happy. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"What's..."<</speechPC>> She rolled her eyes, <<speech "Ava">>"Seven minutes in heaven."<</speech>> And then I was in the closet. <br><br> With someone else. <br><br> The door was closed. <br><br> It was dark. <br><br> I heard their breathing. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Hello." Soft, unsure.<</speechPC>> Then he grabbed me and moved to make out. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - Loser_7inHeaven">> <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="sevenInHeaven"> <<crossroads #sevenInHeaven>> <<path>> When in Rome... <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> I latched onto him in return. Our tongues dived into each other's mouths. I was picturing Derek. Even though it couldn't have been Derek, still the thought, the image, the possibility...who else had I lucked out to be with? <br><br> God. He really wanted me. He was pawing at my ass, tugging at my leggings and getting a hand in them. They <<link "dropped">><<lower>><</link>> and his finger dug in. He wasn't good at this, but still...it kinda felt...good? I guess. <br><br> His other hand was pulling at my sweatshirt, yanking it <<link "over my head">><<upper>><</link>> to get at my other goods. He was going quick. <br><br> My one hand was on his wrist, trying to forestall this moving any further. Trying to hold back my own arousal as well. <br><br> Still he was urgent...we //did// only have seven minutes. <br><br> The door yanked <<linkexpand "open.">> open. <br><br> Had it been seven? No way-- <br><br> Shocked, I had broken the kiss, his finger still pushing in and out of me, his hand kneading my chest. <br><br> Not Derek. Stephen. A kid that I thought had less social cred than me. Pockmarked and acne-ridden. Pudgy. Oily. Receding hairline even at his age. Coke-bottle glasses. <br><br> I froze, not sure what else to do. <br><br> And they all were laughing. At me. <<speech>>"What a SLUT!"<</speech>> Stephen was laughing happily, feeling the heat and softness of my pussy on his finger, the give and suppleness of my breast. <br><br> I twisted, yanking myself free from him and nearly tumbling out of the closet, my pants tying up my ankles. Somehow I had grabbed my sweatshirt on the way out. <br><br> I was moving through the crowd with my clothes in disarray, trying to pull them back on while heading straight out the door. <br><br> This had been a //disaster//. <br><br> And right before [[Prom|HS002 - PromDress]]. The story of this would be on everyone's lips. <</linkexpand>> <<path>> No. Way. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy -->> I tugged back, avoiding the searching mouth. <br><br> Who was this? <br><br> I fought against his pawing hands. He was pulling at the tie of my flannel pants, trying to get his Heaven while he could. <br><br> Fuck, dude! Consent! <br><br> <<speech>>"Aw come onnnn..."<</speech>> He grunted, annoyed. I felt his strength fighting his way past my defenses. He'd get what he wanted whether I agreed or not. <br><br> I pounded on the door, my only chance. <br><br> And it swung <<linkexpand "open.">> open. <br><br> Ava and crew stood there, arms crossed in disbelief, looking at me trying to extricate myself from the super-senior, Chad. <br><br> <<speech "Ava">>"What. A. Pruuuude."<</speech>> I stumbled out, shouldering my way past the wall of opps. <<speech>>"No fun."<</speech>><<speech>>"Why'd she even go in."<</speech>><<speech>>"Chad's hot."<</speech>><<speech>>"Must be a lesbian."<</speech>> Somehow I heard all their comments over the music. <br><br> I had only one thing in mind: leaving. <br><br> This had been a //disaster//. <br><br> And right before [[Prom|HS002 - PromDress]]. The story of this would be on everyone's lips. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<if ($CC.freetime == "partier" && $CC.hsv == "partier") || ($CC.schoolinterest == "people" && $CC.hsv == "cheer")>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> <<set $HS.popularity = 0>> <<if Array("boys","power","people").includes($CC.schoolinterest)>> <<set $HS.popularity ++>> <<elseif Array("trouble","free","books","new").includes($CC.schoolinterest)>> <<set $HS.popularity -->> <</if>> <<if Array("people","cheer","helper","church","partier","volunteer","sporty","club","barn").includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $HS.popularity ++>> <<elseif Array("gang","home","vandal","outdoors","act","job","piano","gym","read").includes($CC.hsv)>> <<set $HS.popularity -->> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Cheerleader")>> <<set $HS.popularity ++>> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("CheerCaptain")>> <<set $HS.popularity += 2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.wealth == "5">> <<set $HS.popularity += 2>> <<elseif $CC.wealth == "4">> <<set $HS.popularity ++>> <<elseif $CC.wealth == "2">> <<set $HS.popularity -->> <<elseif $CC.wealth == "1">> <<set $HS.popularity -= 2>> <</if>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A girl sitting alone on a bench looking over at a girl surrounded by people at the bench next to her */ There was a quality to High School that was different from previous stages of life. Initially, it had just been a place to learn some stuff and make some friends. It didn't matter who they were as long as they were your friends. <br><br> Middle School had initiated us to our changing bodies. Who was interested in who dominated what we talked about with our friends. Who we hung out with mattered, but moreso was who was interested in hanging out with //me//. <br><br> High School took everything and put it on steroids. Learning, in a way, took a backseat to the social structure. <br><br> People were either in -- and had massive social (and even tangible) benefits; or they were out -- struggling on the fringes, unimportant and unwanted. You wanted to be //in//. It was ''necessary'' to a happy, healthy and fun school life. <br><br><br> I needed to be in. <br><br> <<speech>>"Oh. Hi, <<print $CC.name>>." <</speech>> It was //Ava//. She was interrupting me and <<print $CC.FName>> and the only indication that she was even //aware// of that fact was her mentioning me. <br><br> I bristled at her vocal fry. Partly because I wanted it, partly because it was so innately //hers//. And everyone knew who she was. She had been ruling the roost since Middle School, back before any of it seemed to matter. Back before it had been on my radar. <br><br> <<speech>>"Hey, Ava."<</speech>> I smiled. It was a smile that came easily to me, it was the smile from before we had been elevated into High School. The smile that was the same for everyone, the one that came from my heart when we weren't ranking each other. <br><br> She turned back to <<print $CC.FName>>, <<speech>> "So, I'm having a party this weekend. 'Rents are not gonna be around." <</speech>> Her eyes flashed in excitement. She was pointedly //not// inviting me. Not including me. <br><br> A throat-clearing was building in my chest, ready to make my discomfort known...but <<print $CC.FName>> was enrapt with Ava. <br><br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Oh, really?" <</speech>> She was ''beaming''. She cared more about the hinted invitation than she cared about me and my feelings. <br><br> <<speech>>"Mhm. See you there?"<</speech>> And Ava left without hearing a response. She didn't need to. She knew the answer. <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>>'s cheeks were flushed, she was opening and closing her mouth in disbelief, trying to wet her dry mouth, unable to speak. <br><br> <<speech>>"So. You're going? To //Ava//'s party?" <</speech>>I looked at her through my brow pointedly. <br><br> <<speech "FFriend.png">>"Uh, yeah!" The answer was instant. And then she understood why. I could see her realizing, "I could...maybe see if...you can...come...too?" <</speech>> It was not an inspiring offer. <br><br> Asking for an invite? That would be admitting her superiority. And showing up? Validating her popularity. <br><br> Nuh-uh. <br><br> <<print $CC.FName>>'s betrayal was enough to confirm to me that I needed to be one of the 'It' girls. I would always be invited. Invited first. //Throwing// the parties. <br><br> And I'd be a kinder, gentler, __better__ version of Ava. And <<linkexpand "then">> <<face happy>> then... <br><br> <<timed 2s>> And then not invite her... <br><br> <<if $HS.popularity gt 0>> I was ahead of the game, thankful for the choices I had made and the things I had been born into that were clearly advantages right now. <br><br> People already liked me, this should be a piece of [[cake|HS002 - Popular2]]. <<else>> I was starting at a deficit. There were people, like Ava, who already were valued more than I was as a person. <br><br> Thinking back on all the choices I had made before I knew they would affect me -- and the things that I didn't have control on and simply been born into, disadvantaged me right now. I sighed. I knew I had a lot to make up for now, a long way to [[go|HS002 - Popular2]]. <</if>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>>...
<<image framed "passage/HS002-Popular2.png">> <div id="parents"> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Did a Tasmanian Devil get loose in here?"<</speech>> She shook her head in disbelief, hands on her hips as she stood in the devastated living room. They had gotten back early. Too early. I had been planning on cleaning up, but instead had slept through my alarm to fight off the raging hangover that was still pounding through my forehead. <<speech "$CC.DName">>"What the fuck, <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> wasn't taking it the same way. She might have been furious as well, but at least she was hiding it. It was obvious what had happened. If the smell wasn't enough (or the stains), the discarded beers were enough to cement that I had thrown a party the night before. It had been a rager. People had //loved// it. <br><br> Lying my way out of this wasn't realistic. <br><br> <<crossroads #parents>> <<path>> I tucked tail. I had been caught, now I needed to make it up to them. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity -->> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<speechPC>>"It just...happened."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Right."<</speech>> I wasn't going to be able to convince them of anything. <br><br> I launched into the cleaning with a vigor. I made dinner for them that night. I got my homework done despite the nausea I was feeling. <br><br> I never threw another party. I don't think it would have mattered because even with my mea culpas, it took forever to get back into their good graces. There was a loss of trust and by the time it was back, everyone had forgotten about that night. <br><br> It was all well-enough. At least I wasn't grounded. <br><br> And that wasn't my only run-in at home that threatened to impact my life at [[school|HS002 - Popular3]]. <<path>> I wouldn't make //this// mistake again. But I'd just be smarter next time. <<contents>> <<face shock>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, I'm sorry."<</speechPC>> I put on my best face I could, grabbing a waste bin despite the nausea I was feeling and began to stuff trash into it. <<speech "$CC.DName">>"You will be."<</speech>> said what didn't need saying. <br><br> I spent the whole day working over the house to bring it back into its earlier, pre-party state. But the whole time I was thinking about how great the night had been. My phone was blowing up with people who had missed it, hadn't been invited, and some people who had been awakened to the greatness that was a <<print $CC.name>> party. <br><br> I don't think he took well to my grinning garbage girl. <br><br> <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Oh this is just the beginning."<</speech>> And I was grounded. For a month. It really quashed my socializing and I had to lie through my teeth, but I think people knew that I was being kept under lock and key. <br><br> It took a while before they trusted me enough and I could manage another party. By that point, I was just another house. The sheen of the amazing night was gone and I wasn't able to regain it. <br><br> And that wasn't my only run-in at home that threatened to impact my life at [[school|HS002 - Popular3]]. <<path>> Parents be damned. I threw one party. I'd throw another one. My life was in the balance. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity ++>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel -->> <<face angry>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, come on. It's not that bad."<</speechPC>> I rolled my eyes even as the rotation strained my sockets. <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Oh? That's it. You're grounded, miss thing."<</speech>> was having //none// of it. <br><br> I was sent to my room as they started to clean up my mess. I didn't mind because I had to respond to the swell of texts that I was receiving from people who had missed out on the night, who hadn't been invited, from those who had been awakened to what a night at one of my parties was like. <br><br> I promised another one was in short order. <br><br> It wasn't, they were never going to trust me again. But I was able to monitor their schedules enough to know when I could squeeze in another party. <br><br> I was grounded as fuck. For months. But that didn't put any limits on my socializing. I snuck out all the time, even if that meant I had more grounding tacked on. There was only one thing that mattered and they couldn't take that away from me. <br><br> And that wasn't my only run-in at home that threatened to impact my life at [[school|HS002 - Popular3]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-Popular3.png">> <<speech "$CC.FName">>"What do you mean you aren't going?"<</speech>> I bristled at the question. Of course I //wanted// to go. I knew that everyone else was going, but they hadn't signed my permission slip. Maybe as a final punishment for the party. <<speechPC>>"Shhh. Don't. Like...say anything."<</speechPC>> I pulled <<print $CC.FName>> close into a conspiratorial whisper, <<speechPC>>"This is a brainstorming sesh, girl because I ''am'' going, but we gotta be smart chicks and figure out __how__."<</speechPC>> It irked me to know end that my <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>> had so much control over my social calendar. <<speech "$CC.FName">>"Oh, cool. Yeah, sure."<</speech>> She looked down at the slip, barely legible thanks to me crumpling it in abject rage. <<speech "$CC.FName">>"But...why? It's just an overnight at the fucking science museum."<</speech>> <br><br> I looked at her through my eyebrows, <<speechPC>>"You think anyone cares about what's in the building?"<</speechPC>> She giggled. <<speech "$CC.FName">>"Just giving you shit. Kay. How're we gonna do this shit."<</speech>> <br><br> <div id="school"> <<crossroads #school>> <<path>> Hope they forget the date and just say I was staying at <<print $CC.FName>>'s house. <<contents>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel -->> <<Stats Deception ++>> I peeked at the carbon-copy page of a checkbook for a reference point and then practiced for a solid hour before putting in <<print $CC.MName>>'s signature on the dotted line. I felt like I was some forger. Well. I was, I guess. <br><br> It had to be perfect because if someone was a handwriting specialist in the admin office, I could probably get expelled. Otherwise, I figured I could probably relax. There's no way they could figure out what I was doing on just some random Friday night unless I -- or a friend -- let it slip. <br><br> My heart was pounding as I packed a bag that night, but hearing, <<speech "$CC.FName">>"Have a great time at <<print $CC.FName>>'s!"<</speech>> was enough to put me at ease. I'd gotten away with it. <br><br> Bad girl, <<print $CC.name>>. But also...clever girl. <br><br> <<crossroads #school>> <<path>> I played politics. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity += 2>> We had hours in front of us. We'd doubtlessly outlast these teachers and be able to sneak around the building once they were out. Or once they were just tired of trying to tie us down. <br><br> Everyone had broken off into their little sub-groups, as expected: who was going to put their sleeping bag next to whom. Little campgrounds in the far corners of classrooms and hallways as everyone tried to stake out their territory. <br><br> It was like you could use the bags as a way to count people's pull. <br><br> Ava had too much. That I knew without even looking. If she had //one// person near her, that was too much. <br><br> So I had to cull her little flock. <br><br> I also knew her well enough that she'd have to create some sort of situation that would be talked about at school for weeks afterwards. To give herself more mystique and power. I simply had to wait until she got too bored and too in her own way. <br><br> Once she acted, then it was my turn. <br><br> I nudged our English teacher, Ms. DeWeese, and she desultorily pretended she was asleep. But I was able to rouse her when I mentioned that some kids were playing 'settler' in one of the dioramas. <br><br><br> Everyone was surprised that Ava hadn't been at least suspended over the act. But there luckily hadn't been any damage to the replicas so there were no pressed charges. <br><br> Ava got her 'event,' but it had the less desired effect of making her a dangerous person to play with. <br><br> That gave space for people to leave her and go where they will...a lot came my [[way|HS002 - Popular4]]. <<path>> I played important. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity ++>> We had hours in front of us. We'd doubtlessly outlast these teachers and be able to sneak around the building once they were out. Or once they were just tired of trying to tie us down. <br><br> Everyone had broken off into their little sub-groups, as expected: who was going to put their sleeping bag next to whom. Little campgrounds in the far corners of classrooms and hallways as everyone tried to stake out their territory. <br><br> I brought goodies and entertainment. <br><br> Because this shit truly was boring. We were just laying on the hard ground in sleeping bags trying to sleep when all the nervous, young excitement of our friends around us was doing anything but letting us get some shuteye. <br><br> I let some people get some pulls from a flask. <br><br> I had a few TV shows downloaded and ready to watch. <br><br> By the end of the night, I had made a few friends who were glad to have something interesting and fun to do rather than just make up stupid games like 'try and break the snakes out of their cages'. <br><br> Ava had managed to set up her cap within an actual diorama, though which was pretty cool and had people talking for weeks about afterwards. Bigger cool award, but I had still been able to expand my [[influence|HS002 - Popular4]]. <<path Array("free", "cheater").includes($HS.fidelity)>> My hormones played. <<blocked>> $CC.name's relationship doesn't allow for this. <<contents>> <<set $CC.HSBC += 2>> We had hours in front of us. We'd doubtlessly outlast these teachers and be able to sneak around the building once they were out. Or once they were just tired of trying to tie us down. <br><br> Everyone had broken off into their little sub-groups, as expected: who was going to put their sleeping bag next to whom. Little campgrounds in the far corners of classrooms and hallways as everyone tried to stake out their territory. <br><br> I was panting, hands against the cold concrete wall where we had set up our little camp. One of the kids who had repeated our grade was repeatedly digging his fingers in and out between my legs as I tried to brace myself. His sleeping bag was up against mine and we were trying to keep quiet. <<speechPC>>"Lemme just give you head."<</speechPC>> I said. This wasn't going to get me off, no matter how horny I was. <br><br> <<speech "Horny Harry">>"Sure."<</speech>> His fingers were out of me before he even agreed. It was like it was his plan all along: get me super hot and bothered and then get some dome. <br><br> We shifted our bags awkwardly til my face was aligned with his lower half. He unzipped and flipped the bag open presenting me with his prepared <<linkexpand "cock.">> <<cumSpray mouth1 facial3>> cock. <br><br> We thought we were being clever and sneaky, but I think it was just our lustiness keeping us from being smart. People definitely knew what was going on and rumors started to spread. It wasn't that great for my rep, but it wasn't the worst thing that happened that night. <br><br> The guys who noticed, though, weren't content to just let it be a little hookup between me and Dumbo. I had to please a couple of them to 'keep quiet' even though it didn't end up mattering after all. It mattered to them and their balls [[though|HS002 - Popular4]]. <<include "HS000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <<path>> Double-down on the chores and earn some goodwill with the 'rents so they actually signed the damn thing. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> I tucked tail. I put in extra time for homework and test prep. I did chores around the house that had never even been asked of me. <br><br> And it worked. <br><br> Just before the deadline, they allowed me to go. <br><br> I leapt for joy, stuffed my bag full of what I'd need for the overnight and showed up to a bunch of surprised classmates. Ava was especially displeased to see me rolling up after dinner that night. Now for that overnight... <br><br> We outnumbered the chaperones (just a couple of overtired and young teachers) about 65 to 1. We could do anything we wanted to. <br><br> <<crossroads #school>> <<path>> I played politics. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity += 2>> We had hours in front of us. We'd doubtlessly outlast these teachers and be able to sneak around the building once they were out. Or once they were just tired of trying to tie us down. <br><br> Everyone had broken off into their little sub-groups, as expected: who was going to put their sleeping bag next to whom. Little campgrounds in the far corners of classrooms and hallways as everyone tried to stake out their territory. <br><br> It was like you could use the bags as a way to count people's pull. <br><br> Ava had too much. That I knew without even looking. If she had //one// person near her, that was too much. <br><br> So I had to cull her little flock. <br><br> I also knew her well enough that she'd have to create some sort of situation that would be talked about at school for weeks afterwards. To give herself more mystique and power. I simply had to wait until she got too bored and too in her own way. <br><br> Once she acted, then it was my turn. <br><br> I nudged our English teacher, Ms. DeWeese, and she desultorily pretended she was asleep. But I was able to rouse her when I mentioned that some kids were playing 'settler' in one of the dioramas. <br><br><br> Everyone was surprised that Ava hadn't been at least suspended over the act. But there luckily hadn't been any damage to the replicas so there were no pressed charges. <br><br> Ava got her 'event,' but it had the less desired effect of making her a dangerous person to play with. <br><br> That gave space for people to leave her and go where they will...a lot came my [[way|HS002 - Popular4]]. <<path>> I played important. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity ++>> We had hours in front of us. We'd doubtlessly outlast these teachers and be able to sneak around the building once they were out. Or once they were just tired of trying to tie us down. <br><br> Everyone had broken off into their little sub-groups, as expected: who was going to put their sleeping bag next to whom. Little campgrounds in the far corners of classrooms and hallways as everyone tried to stake out their territory. <br><br> I brought goodies and entertainment. <br><br> Because this shit truly was boring. We were just laying on the hard ground in sleeping bags trying to sleep when all the nervous, young excitement of our friends around us was doing anything but letting us get some shuteye. <br><br> I let some people get some pulls from a flask. <br><br> I had a few TV shows downloaded and ready to watch. <br><br> By the end of the night, I had made a few friends who were glad to have something interesting and fun to do rather than just make up stupid games like 'try and break the snakes out of their cages'. <br><br> Ava had managed to set up her cap within an actual diorama, though which was pretty cool and had people talking for weeks about afterwards. Bigger cool award, but I had still been able to expand my [[influence|HS002 - Popular4]]. <<path Array("free", "cheater").includes($HS.fidelity)>> My hormones played. <<blocked>> $CC.name's relationship doesn't allow for this. <<contents>> <<set $CC.HSBC += 2>> We had hours in front of us. We'd doubtlessly outlast these teachers and be able to sneak around the building once they were out. Or once they were just tired of trying to tie us down. <br><br> Everyone had broken off into their little sub-groups, as expected: who was going to put their sleeping bag next to whom. Little campgrounds in the far corners of classrooms and hallways as everyone tried to stake out their territory. <br><br> I was panting, hands against the cold concrete wall where we had set up our little camp. One of the kids who had repeated our grade was repeatedly digging his fingers in and out between my legs as I tried to brace myself. His sleeping bag was up against mine and we were trying to keep quiet. <<speechPC>>"Lemme just give you head."<</speechPC>> I said. This wasn't going to get me off, no matter how horny I was. <br><br> <<speech "Horny Harry">>"Sure."<</speech>> His fingers were out of me before he even agreed. It was like it was his plan all along: get me super hot and bothered and then get some dome. <br><br> We shifted our bags awkwardly til my face was aligned with his lower half. He unzipped and flipped the bag open presenting me with his prepared <<linkexpand "cock.">> <<cumSpray mouth1 facial3>> cock. <br><br> We thought we were being clever and sneaky, but I think it was just our lustiness keeping us from being smart. People definitely knew what was going on and rumors started to spread. It wasn't that great for my rep, but it wasn't the worst thing that happened that night. <br><br> The guys who noticed, though, weren't content to just let it be a little hookup between me and Dumbo. I had to please a couple of them to 'keep quiet' even though it didn't end up mattering after all. It mattered to them and their balls [[though|HS002 - Popular4]]. <<include "HS000 - Cheating">> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <<path>> I couldn't kow-tow to them and I wasn't going to get caught lying. I'd just endure not going. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<set $HS.popularity -->> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <<print $CC.FName>> wasn't much help. Everything we came up with either meant submitting to them or risking more grounding from them -- or being suspended or expelled at school. <br><br> I told her I'd think about it, but I knew what my decision was. <br><br> I sowed the seeds as much as I could to make people think the whole event was lame, hoping that my influence would be enough to minimize any blowback. <br><br> Because I didn't go. <br><br> My <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Mom<<else>>parents<</if>> were pleased as punch and we seemed to be on the road to mending things between us, but I just had to put on a strong face while I listened to how my friends and classmates behaved when there were just a couple chaperones. Who got away with fooling around or staying up. So much juicy gossip. <br><br> And there was always that little glint in their eye when they were telling me: I hadn't been a part of it. I had put my bet on 'lame overnight' and [[lost|HS002 - Popular4]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-Popular4.png">> Popularity wasn't simply about yourself. It was about your friends and who you were dating. No matter who you were, there were people jostling to tell you that who you were with wasn't the right people. <br><br> Sometimes the people telling you those things was yourself. <br><br> <div id="rels"> My fingers, interlaced with <<print $HS.sigOther.name>>'s, itched. I wanted to pull them away. I felt suffocated simply by the touch. <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> was staring into a textbook, barely aware of my presence, but I had been noticing the way that people looked at us together. If those looks were about me, I couldn't do a damned thing about it. <br><br> But...I could affect who I was with. Maybe I should try...someone new. Maybe I wasn't available enough. And being taken didn't seem to give me a cool 'unattainable' quality. Quite the opposite. <br><br> <<crossroads #rels>> <<path Array("cheated","committed").includes($HS.fidelity)>> Stay Strong. It didn't matter what people thought. <<blocked>> $CC.name's relationship doesn't allow for this. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity -->> <<set $CC.HSBC -= 3>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "committed">> I squeezed <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>his<<else>>her<</if>> hand and pulled myself closer, nuzzling my chin against <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>his<<else>>her<</if>> shoulder. I shut my eyes tight and tried to forget all the thoughts that had been running through my head. <br><br> How could I dump <<print $HS.sigOther.name>>? Ha! Right. Especially if I didn't know that there was actually anything to gain on the other end. <br><br> People definitely gave me a lot of crap for my 'marriage,' calling me lame, boring, and lots of other things. It especially was hard when date-night came up against other plans that clearly were excuses for partying and hooking up. <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> had no idea what I risked, what I sacrificed to keep them in my life... <br><br> But I had <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>>. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - Popular4_secondCrossroad">> <<path>> We could always get back together later. Right? <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity += 2>> <<set $CC.HSBC += 3>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<speechPC>>"Hey, <<print $HS.sigOther.name>>..."<</speechPC>> I coughed, disentangling my fingers from theirs. <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> grunted but didn't look up. That resolved me. <br><br> We fought it out right there in front of everyone. There were tears and it wasn't pretty. It //was// pretty goddamned final. <br><br> I can't believe the things I said. And what <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> said to me? Unforgivable. <br><br> But it was done. What I had decided to do...I was free. <br><br> I was out from under the limitations of a simple, straight-forward relationship. Now I could play the field, dating someone for as long as it advantaged me and dump them when the time was prime. <br><br> The first hookup that wasn't <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>//him//<<else>>//her//<</if>> was awkward -- I kept trying to do the same things, expecting the same feelings and sensations...but it got easier after then. <br><br> What wasn't easier was seeing <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> with other people. It hurt like hell. <br><br> And it kinda made me feel stupid for thinking I ''wanted'' to get back together someday. They seemed to have moved on. So could I. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - Popular4_secondCrossroad">> <<path $HS.fidelity == "committed">> I could just downplay our 'relationship' in front of other people...and date around. <<blocked>> $CC.name's relationship doesn't allow for this. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity ++>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <<set $CC.HSBC += 3>> I untangled our fingers and <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> didn't seem to notice. I slid out of the table and still, nothing. I'd leave <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> to their studies. <br><br> From that moment on, I kept my distance at school, which was awkward. <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>He<<else>>She<</if>> definitely figured something was up, but I just had to...convince <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> otherwise when we were alone. <br><br> I ditched <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> for parties. I ditched <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>him<<else>>her<</if>> for dates. At first it was painful and awkward. I freaked that <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> would find out that I had spent a hot and heavy moment in a steamy backseat with someone else. <br><br> But I got away with it and it got easier. <br><br> Maybe <<if $HS.sigOther.gender == "M">>he<<else>>she<</if>> knew, but it never seem to come back to roost for me. All I got out of it was more play, more fun, and a lot more friends. People knew I was on the market and it really elevated my status. <br><br> <<include "HS002 - Popular4_secondCrossroad">> <</crossroads>> </div>
My friends were also a pain point. I had had them since what felt like the beginning of time. Sure, they were annoying at times, but they were my rock. <br><br> Rocks that didn't expressly make hanging out with me all that easy. <br><br> We had our way together and people knew that they were never going to get along with us the same way, never have our deep connection and inside jokes. <br><br> And that kept them away. <br><br> I saw other people changing their friends, dropping those they had grown up with in favor of the popular, hot, interesting ones. Was I going to do the same thing? <br><br> <<crossroads #rels>> <<path>> Yep. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity += 2>> <<set $People['CC'].M.rel -= 2>> <<set $People['CC'].Drew.rel -= 1>> <<set $People['CC'].Ethan.rel -= 3>> <<set $People['CC'].F.rel -= 3>> I think it hurt <<print $CC.FName>> and Ethan the worst. They gave me the cold shoulder for a very long time. It might have been a giant crack in our friendship that would never heal. <br><br> There were other friends though, I tried to convince myself. Just because they were the ones that came with me from the bottom...sorry guys, now we're here. <br><br> As soon as people noticed I wasn't around Ethan and...what was her name...they came to fill the void. And they were //FUN//. They were different and new and really, really liked me. <br><br> I knew instantly that these could be forever friends //too//. I didn't have to limit myself to just a couple, just because they'd been there before. <br><br> I'm sure they'd come around in the long term, anyway. They'd be fine. We'd be fine. <br><br> They'd love having super-popular <<print $CC.name>> on their team at the end of it all. It was all for a good cause [[anyway|HS002 - PopularEND]]. <<path>> No way. <<contents>> <<set $HS.popularity -->> It grated me because I could see the people who turned away from me because they saw me with Ethan, or <<print $CC.FName>>. Even <<print $CC.friend1>>. But just the thought of trying to ditch them was crushing to my soul. <br><br> We had history and even being super-popular wasn't worth the potential long-term damage of my crew. They were in my corner and always would be. Thick and thin. <br><br> The kids who might fill the void? Who thought I was the shit for the next couple of years? They'd forget about me soon enough. Right after graduation, I bet. <br><br> So, I wasn't about to do that. I could still be Big <<print $CC.name>> on Campus without throwing my friends in the [[woodchipper|HS002 - PopularEND]]. <</crossroads>>
My little gambit was over. I had done what I could in as short a time frame as I could manage. Now people had started to calcify in who they ran with. Not just because it was comfortable for them, but also because other people had made that decision for them. People had been put in their place or chosen their place and everyone had found a status quo that was more or less acceptable. <br><br> <<if $HS.popularity gte 6>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Social += 2>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<face happy>> I //ruled// the school. Everyone knew my name. Didn't matter if they were an Upper Classman, I was respected wherever I went. Anything I wore, people bought for next week. Anything I did, people wanted to be a part of. <br><br> I could knight a person with a mere smile. I could ruin a person with an off-hand comment. <br><br> The power was incredible, but more important was the status. I was not just admired, adored and emulated, I was //untouchable//. I was the girl that everyone would remember after we graduated. I was the girl that everyone would want to know what I was up to when we returned for our reunions. <br><br> All that was left to cement my legacy was to be elected [[Prom Queen|PM001 - PromQueen]]. Eh, it was in the baaaag. <<elseif $HS.popularity gt 4>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> I was included pretty much wherever I went. A social butterfly. Everyone liked me and nothing was really outside of my purview. Still, I wasn't in the dominant class. There were people who could push me aside and so I still needed to maintain a good balancing act to not teeter and fall into obscurity. <br><br> What might change all of that, what might elevate me to the stratosphere? If I surprised them all by being elected [[Prom Queen|PM001 - PromQueen]]. <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Social -->> <<face hurt1>> I hadn't really made it. I didn't matter, in the scheme of things. And what made it worse was that people knew I cared about it. That I had tried and been denied. <br><br> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face angry runny>> I wanted to quit school, to be honest. Entering campus felt like walking over hot coals. Having someone walk up to the table I was at and ignoring me felt like daggers being driven into my gut. <br><br> I spent innumerable lunch periods crying in the bathroom. And I knew people knew. And were talking about me. <br><br> They were doing it out of spite and it drove me crazy. <br><br> <</if>> Well. I'd show them all when I was elected [[Prom Queen|PM001 - PromQueen]]. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-Volunteer.png">> <<outfit prude>> <<set $HS.vol = $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> <<if $CC.freetime == "volunteer" && $CC.hsv == "volunteer">><<Stats Stable += 2>><</if>> <<if ["vandal", "gang", "partier", "club"].includes($CC.freetime)>><<set $HS.vol -->><</if>> <<if ["vandal", "gang", "partier", "club"].includes($CC.hsv)>><<set $HS.vol -->><</if>> <<if ["helper", "church", "volunteer"].includes($CC.freetime)>><<set $HS.vol ++>><</if>> <<if ["helper", "church", "volunteer"].includes($CC.hsv)>><<set $HS.vol ++>><</if>> <<set _givingchoice = new Map([["nothing, we didn't believe in it", -1], ["even though we didn't have anything to give", 1]])>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 2>><<run _givingchoice.set("what we could afford", 0)>><</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>><<run _givingchoice.set("generously", 2)>><</if>> <<if $CC.wealth gt 4>><<run _givingchoice.set("probably as a way to show off, but we gave", 3)>><</if>> Reverend Hull was an incredibly inspiring figure. The way he spoke came with a conviction that was at once inspired from Above, while also being grounded and human. His eyes were kind. His handshake firm, but soft. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Hull">>The duality of his nature had me weak in the knees. I knew I wanted him from the moment I met him. I just didn't know if he'd be receptive. If that was...okay. With the Lord and all. It took care and a slow, cautious approach before our Truth was realized.<</if>> <br><br> I remember sitting in the pews and just being enrapt during his homilies. Other children were scribbling on the donation envelopes or shuffled off to day care...not me. <br><br> As a family, when that collection plate cycled around, we gave <<cycle "_giving" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _givingchoice>><</cycle>>. <br><br> As time passed, there were chances to be closer to Him, to him, and to the church and I leapt at the opportunity. <br><br> <div id="church"> <<crossroads #church>> <<path>> We had a prestigious, friendly and talented ''choir'' <<contents>> <<set $HS.vol = $HS.vol + _giving>> We had a prestigious, friendly and talented ''choir'' <br><br><br> No audition was necessary, just warm smiles and handshakes of welcome, though I could tell there was posturing and curiosity from the moment I approached. <br> <<speech "Proctor">>"And what section should you be in?"<</speech>> <br><br> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> The soloists? No, I couldn't say that. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>> <<speechPC>>"Alto."<</speechPC>> A surprised smirk, but speaking reassured him how true it was. <<speech "Proctor">>"Alto it is! We're certainly in need. Let's get you some [[music|HS002 - Choir]]."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Girl part?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He chuckled, <<speech "Proctor">>"I'm sure soprano will be fine. Let's get you some [[music|HS002 - Choir]]."<</speech>> <</if>> <<path>> Work in the ''soup kitchen'' <<contents>> <<set $HS.vol = $HS.vol + _giving>> The most Christ-like thing around was getting my hands dirty and actually //helping//. I showed up weekly to the soup kitchen, providing meals and aid to the families and displaced in our area. <br><br> It wasn't easy work, but that made it felt more ''right''. Occasionally, clergy and staff from the church attended and ladled, or met with the less fortunate, but mostly it was me with a bunch of elderly or middle-aged [[ladies|HS002 - Soup]]. <<path>> The church had changed over time, and it leant the opportunity to work closely with the clergy as an ''altar girl'' <<contents>> <<set $HS.vol = $HS.vol + _giving>> Show up //early// before mass. Stay late and clean up. Lead in the processional and out the recessional. But there was also a ton of surprisingly administrative tasks and duties to support the Reverend and the clergy. <br><br> I didn't mind, it was closer to understanding them and their Work than carrying some object full of metaphor and portent. And it [[humanized them|HS002 - AltarGirl]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit choir>> <<set _solo = 0>> We rehearsed every Tuesday and Thursday night and performed at each service on Sunday. It was a big time suck, but it was like a little family within a bigger family. I was, by far, the youngest person in the group. A few young professionals -- who were always talking about their community theatre productions -- were the closest thing I had to contemporaries and they still had ten or so years on me. Well, and Ava. She technically was older than me as well, but the friction between us from school bled into this space as well and I tried to ignore her presence. <br><br> Gladys, an...octogenarian? led the group rehearsals and conducted for us until it came time for the Sunday singing. <br><br> <<speech "Gladys">>"Alright,"<</speech>> her crinkly voice was infectious -- I couldn't help but smile each time she opened her mouth, <<speech "Gladys">>"So, for Easter services we've got some of our most important pieces of the year. Obviously. And those pieces require a soloist. They're not easy, but if you'd like a shot, I'll hold auditions after today's rehearsal."<</speech>> <br><br> <<if $CC.spoiled == true || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>>My heart jumped -- I //had// to get that part.<<else>>Oh, that's fun! I began to consider if it was worth it, if I was good enough, if I wanted the part.<</if>> <br><br> You could feel the ripple of anticipation through the group. The rehearsal wasn't as useful as they usually were, <<speech "Gladys">>"Okay, okay, I can tell you all are chomping. Let's close out early, __take__ a ''break'', and then get to the auditions."<</speech>> <br><br> Some left, eager to have a shorter rehearsal and win some time back in their day. <br><br> <div id="soloist"> I looked at the remaining contenders and steeled myself for <<link "competition">><<replace "#soloist">> A deep breath. I stepped forward and squared up, <<speech "Gladys">>"Easy now, dear. This isn't a fight. Relax the knees -- you can sight read?"<</speech>> I gave a shrug, based on what I saw, I thought I could do it. <<speech "Gladys">>"Henry, lead her in..."<</speech>> <br><br> <div id="sing"> The piano began and I <<link "sang">><<replace "#sing">> <<image framed "passage/HS002-Choir.png">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0>><<set _solo ++>>It wasn't only about the singing, but presenting the story and ensuring people heard the words. The music just accentuated the tale I was telling.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>><<set _solo ++>>Being alone meant it was even more important to had //presence//, to stand out from the crowd.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>><<set _solo ++>>All the rest? I let the uniqueness of my voice add color and depth to the notes.<br><br><</if>> And then we had to wait a //week// for the <<link "results" "HS002 - Choir2">><<if _solo gt 1>><<set $HS.soloist = true>><</if>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>> and considered <<link "going home">><<replace "#soloist">> <<if $CC.spoiled == true || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> Turning around, I took one step towards the door but then something inside got the better of me -- I auditioned. <br><br> A deep breath. I stepped forward and squared up, <<speech "Gladys">>"Easy now, dear. This isn't a fight. Relax the knees -- you can sight read?"<</speech>> I gave a shrug, based on what I saw, I thought I could do it. <<speech "Gladys">>"Henry, lead her in..."<</speech>> <br><br> The piano began and I <<link "sang">><<replace "#soloist">> <<image framed "passage/HS002-Choir.png">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0>><<set _solo ++>>It wasn't only about the singing, but presenting the story and ensuring people heard the words. The music just accentuated the tale I was telling.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>><<set _solo ++>>Being alone meant it was even more important to had //presence//, to stand out from the crowd.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>><<set _solo ++>>All the rest? I let the uniqueness of my voice add color and depth to the notes.<br><br><</if>> And then we had to wait a //week// for the <<link "results" "HS002 - Choir2">><<if _solo gt 1>><<set $HS.soloist = true>><</if>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> Being new to the group, I was sure tenure mattered in selection, plus I wasn't //that// certain of my pipes. So, I headed [[home|HS002 - Choir2]].<</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <</replace>><</link>>. </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-Choir2.png">> <<if $HS.soloist == true>> <<set $Memories.push("Easter Service Soloist")>> <<set $HS.vol += 4>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<face happy>> Wow. To be leading the group -- the congregation on the most important of days. It floored me. <br><br> It also didn't make Ava very happy. She was the closest competitor and likely would have been the soloist if it were not for me. <br><br> My notes floated as I sang. It felt right to be up there. And she eventually did come around and congratulate me. As much as it probably hurt her. <br><br> Gladys was such a character, jiving her creaky hips to the beat, moving her arthritic hands in the air to guide the group. Part of me wished she was the conductor. And she was singing along with us like the best of them. <br><br> Crazy enough, she was also open to criticism that she took notes as well as she gave them. <br><br> We continued to practice, becoming a fine-tuned machine under Glady's guidance. We paired off into part groupings to help us hold our singing lines. We worked sections repeatedly to ensure our breathing was in unison and our cut-offs were clean. <br><br> I learned a lot from the people around me who'd been singing like this in some cases for decades. There was knowledge there and I soaked it up. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>> <<Stats Performance ++>> The person I was before joining wasn't the same singer and performer as the person I was now. <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("voice")>> The practice and consistent singing really helped me understand where my voice sat, the colors and flavors that I had. And so much of it was breathing, weirdly enough. Support with the breath. Support. <</if>> <br><br> Before I knew it, Gladys announced, <<speech "Gladys">>"That's it, a wrap. You're going to be great out there tomorrow."<</speech>> Tomorrow? [[It was Easter|HS002 - Election]]. <<else>> It was far easier to watch and listen to Ava as she alighted God's words to the rafters. The notes floated as she sang. She was the right soloist. <<if $CC.spoiled == true>><<Stats Confident -->>As much as that hurt me to say.<</if>> <br><br> Gladys was such a character, jiving her creaky hips to the beat, moving her arthritic hands in the air to guide the group. Part of me wished she was the conductor. And she was singing along with us like the best of them. <br><br> Crazy enough, she was also open to criticism that she took notes as well as she gave them. <br><br> We continued to practice, becoming a fine-tuned machine under Glady's guidance. We paired off into part groupings to help us hold our singing lines. We worked sections repeatedly to ensure our breathing was in unison and our cut-offs were clean. <br><br> I learned a lot from the people around me who'd been singing like this in some cases for decades. There was knowledge there and I soaked it up. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>> <<Stats Performance ++>> The person I was before joining wasn't the same singer and performer as the person I was now. <<else>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("voice")>> The practice and consistent singing really helped me understand where my voice sat, the colors and flavors that I had. And so much of it was breathing, weirdly enough. Support with the breath. Support. <</if>> <br><br> Before I knew it, Gladys announced, <<speech "Gladys">>"That's it, a wrap. You're going to be great out there tomorrow."<</speech>> Tomorrow? [[It was Easter|HS002 - Election]]. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-Soup.png">> Just another Sunday after Mass, leaving the church and heading nearby to the community center. And then I was waiting patiently in the stifling hot kitchen, ready with oven mitts to receive trays and vats and heft them over to the serving area. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.vol ++>> And I was good at it. They meant it as a punishment or low-girl on the totem pole kind of hazing, but I could move the hefty things with relative ease -- my youth didn't hurt either. Some thought I was showing off -- throwing my age in their faces -- but most were just happy at having to do less work. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lt 0>> <<set $HS.vol -->> But I was only able to help out with the lighter loads. I felt their glares and disapproval. Despite me just not being built and sized the way they were, they thought I was lazy. But after a couple incidents, even though I was low-girl on the totem pole, I didn't do much hefting. <<else>> And I was able to manage it, barely. Not really built or sized like the rest of these ladies, yet I was low on the totem pole, trudging back and forth and trying not to get burned. <</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Gladys">>"Alright, girls,"<</speech>> came the call from the hall. Gladys was pulling the lock on the door and we'd soon be inundated. It was time to shift gears. <br><br> <div id="kitchen"> I enjoyed taking my place on the <<link "front lines">><<replace "#kitchen">> I departed the kitchen with a healthy sheen of sweat, wiping my brow and making myself as presentable as I could while wearing a hair net. There was a press at the door like something out of a zombie movie, bodies nearly running over Gladys to get to nourishment. <br><br> She yelped and I called out, <<speechPC>>"Careful now! Enough for everyone. Extras if you walk!"<</speechPC>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.vol ++>> That worked. Eyes got wide and the swelling of humans slowed down, giving Gladys time to move her creaky hips out of the way. She nodded a thank you to me. <<else>> Something about the way I said it maybe? The frenzied force surged forward and Gladys went sprawling. A squawk and thud -- I really hope she didn't break a hip. Then all of the ladies were leaning up over their pans and yelling, trying to get the needy to hold their horses. <br><br> They didn't, but it was a mad rush for those extras -- they insisted on them anyway. <</if>> <br><br> Being on the front lines meant resisting the basic human needs and myriad personalities each with their own method of eking out a little bit more. Kindness, forcefulness, pain, but it was up to me to ensure that people at the end of the line weren't left without simply because desperation was desperation. <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lt 0>> <<set $HS.vol ++>> But I could give as well as I got, and I wasn't going to back down. A smile, an understanding nod, a kind word. Whereas the other ladies utilized their wisdom and grizzled nature to deny, I was able to employ youthful wonder, interest in me and who I was. By being unique, it gave me an edge. Being pretty didn't hurt either. I was one of the best keeping my [[food flowing|HS002 - Soup2]]. <<else>> They were so hungry. I felt so bad for them. I don't think there was a day that I wasn't crying at some part of my shift. New faces and so much need. My food didn't last long, but the brightness I saw in those I did serve made me feel [[better|HS002 - Soup2]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>, doling out dumplings. <br> Usually, I was out amongst them, monitoring and seeing what <<link "extra aid">><<replace "#kitchen">> The ladies leaned into my energy (and better eyes) to maintain the floor. Desperate people did crazy things. But I also found it gave me an avenue to listen and hear. No one who walked through our doors was simply in need of a meal. It helped, but it wasn't a panacea. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.vol ++>> <<speech "Male Voice">>"I'm just so goddamned lonely..."<</speech>> my head snapped around. He was certainly displaced and his clothes were among the worst off I had seen in a while. He wasn't speaking to anyone in particular, but the tears streaming down his dirty cheeks told me it wasn't some concoction of his mind. Carefully, kindly, I sat down beside him. <<speechPC>>"I'm <<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> He looked at me in disbelief, deep, dark eyes broadening as he took in my face. He wiped his nose on his sleeve, catching some of the food he had been eating as well. <<speech "Rog">>"Rog, the Dodger."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"That's a fun name."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Rog">>"//Nick// name, cutie."<</speech>> Uh-oh. He was misreading this. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value + $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $CC.maleReaction>> <<set $HS.vol ++>> Turning on my best reserved and caring demeanor, shifting my weight in the seat beside him, even when he reached to take my hand I was prepared and extricated myself before it escalated too much. Walking that tight rope, I was able to convince him to meet with Hull after he was done eating. He just needed community and I'm sure [[the Reverend|HS002 - Soup2]] would have some ideas. <<else>> I tried to present as reserved as I could, but suddenly his hand was grasping mine and I tried to pull it free. He lost it, jumping up in his seat and screaming from the top of his lungs, <<speech "Rog">>"You ''hate'' me! You're like everyone else."<</speech>> <br><br> Gladys, God save her soul, came by to help extricate me from the crazed man. They had to ask him to leave before he had finished eating, but at least I was safe, <<speech "Gladys">>"Maybe keep away from the men, dear. You give them ideas."<</speech>> I nodded and kept a distance [[from then|HS002 - Soup2]] on out. <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> There was a part of this that felt like a prison warden, and the way that many of them looked at me, I could tell that simply wandering the dining aisles gave them flashbacks. Even little me. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.vol ++>> Keeping that in mind, for we must walk in their shoes, I ensured that my demeanor was present, but available. I was there to guide and help, rather than detain and restrain. When I walked among them, they were more at ease, smiling more and fighting [[far less|HS002 - Soup2]]. <<else>> And just walking like I was I think would set them off. There'd be a fight over food. Screaming and suddenly all our work was tossed on the floor. Between my stature and the age of the women, it took almost the full staff to break the altercation up. <br><br> As I spent the evening cleaning up the mess, I decided to leave the monitoring to the [[experienced ones|HS002 - Soup2]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> we could provide. <br> I let the experienced ladies take the line, I moved <<link "into the back">><<replace "#kitchen">> It was a changing of the guards, Crocs and sandals shuffling past me, a stained apron was doffed and tossed into my waiting arms. I tied it on and stepped in, like a benchwarmer ready to take over for the All Star. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.vol ++>> Surveying the scene, I could tell what needed to come off the burners, what stage the dishes were in, and what was needing to be prepped. I got to work. <<else>> I jumped in with what was in front of me, basting some gristly meat. I had to fight back a curse or two when I realized that I had missed something about to burn, and wasn't ready with round two -- some prep had been left unfinished. I scrambled, doing the best I could. <</if>> <br><br> It was like a real-life game of Overcooked. The kitchen wasn't moving around, but it certainly felt like it. I had to be line cook, sous and expediter all in one. <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.vol ++>> Somehow, I managed it with aplomb. Skidding on the greasy floor, I used the momentum to my benefit, pulling a Kramer as I slammed through the swinging door and refreshed the ladies. Then I was back in, switching burners, transitioning dishes and keeping all the plates [[spinning|HS002 - Soup2]]. <<else>> <<face hurt1>> It was maddening, grabbing a hot pan and scrambling to make it to the ladies before that first rush left them attacked by ravenous people. The greasy floor was unexpected and I skidded, not through the swinging door but against the wall beside it. <<shake 2s>>''Thud''<</shake>> I tumbled, the tray spilled and the floor greeted me, sticky, dirty and hard. <br><br> Dazed, I hissed as my hand accidentally went right into steaming food. I hadn't spilled it on me, thankfully, but the collision had done its work. I don't think I made a sound that could have been heard over the din outside, but one of the ladies checked on me -- in a way -- door swinging wildly and smacking me square in the ass as she barrelled in. <<speech "Gladys">>"<<print $CC.name>>! We're out, where's out...where's...OH! Are you okay, dear?"<</speech>> I was being pulled up off the grimy floor, laughing it off with her as she sat me down. <br><br> Not an auspicious day. Some wasted food and the ladies had to cover for me, but it all turned out [[okay|HS002 - Soup2]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> to make sure the pots stayed plentiful. </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-Soup2.png">> I got into my rhythm, the regulars got to know me by name and even the ladies got used to having me around. It was nice, a way to spend the final hours of the weekend that felt useful. <br><br> Easter rolled around and the longer service didn't deter Deacon Stern from heading straight over, in his robes, to visit and commune with the needy. <br><br> One woman broke down in tears, clutching her child to her chest at the mere sight of his approach. He sat down next to her, sliding an arm around them both. <br><br> <div id = "verse1"> <<link "John 3:16">><<replace "#verse1">> <<speech "Deacon">>"Yes, my dear."<</speech>> Stern nodded to me as he pet the woman's head, patting beside him as well instructing me to sit. <<speech "Deacon">>"But, while we all shall have eternal life, I think it is anxiety, instead that wracks our company."<</speech>> Swing and a miss. But I had gotten a seat at the right hand of the Deacon. That meant something. <<speech "Deacon">>"Come with me."<</speech>> Rising up from the bench and leaving the woman relieved. Just a touch, just his presence had set her at ease. <<speech "Deacon">>"Bless you, child."<</speech>> And then he turned to me, <<speech "Deacon">>"You...are new here."<</speech>> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>"<</speechPC>> He nodded again, sagely. <<speech "Deacon">>"What do you see here? Weekly, you see it, so I trust you."<</speech>> He made a gesture across the community center. <br><br> <div id = "verse2"> <<link "Tired, hungry">><<replace "#verse2">> <<speechPC>>"2 Corinthians 5:7"<</speechPC>> The words had barely left his mouth when I sighed. <<speech "Deacon">>"Faith...not sight."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Not sight."<</speechPC>> He smiled. <<speech "Deacon">>"But you bring them faith every week. And that is good. Thank you for what you do. It is rare in someone your age."<</speech>> And with that, he was gone. <<speech "Gladys">>"He never talks to me..."<</speech>> Gladys chuckled with that crinkly voice. I squeezed the flab of her upper arm. <<speechPC>>"Thank you for [[saying so|HS002 - Election]]."<</speechPC>> <</replace>><</link>> people who shouldn't be subjected to this. <<link "Renewed spirit">><<replace "#verse2">> <<set $HS.vol ++>> <<speech "Deacon">>"Exactly. For we live by //faith//, not by sight."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"2 Corinthians 5:7"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Deacon">>"You know your verses well."<</speech>> I blushed. <<speech "Deacon">>"You bring them that renewal, weekly. And that is good. Thank you for what you do. It is rare in someone your age."<</speech>> And with that, he was gone. <<speech "Gladys">>"He never talks to me..."<</speech>> Gladys chuckled with that crinkly voice. I squeezed the flab of her upper arm. <<speechPC>>"Thank you for [[saying so|HS002 - Election]]."<</speechPC>> <</replace>><</link>>, ready to try again. </div> <</replace>><</link>> <<link "Peter 5:7">><<replace "#verse1">> <<set $HS.vol ++>> <<speech "Deacon">>"Yes. We should cast aside our anxiety to Him."<</speech>> He patted the seat beside him with a sideways smile, his focus on petting the woman curled up against him. I had gotten a seat at the right hand of the Deacon. That meant something. <<speech "Deacon">>"Come with me."<</speech>> Rising up from the bench and leaving the woman relieved. Just a touch, just his presence had set her at ease. <<speech "Deacon">>"Bless you, child."<</speech>> And then he turned to me, <<speech "Deacon">>"You...are new here."<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded,<<speechPC>> "<<print $CC.name>>"<</speechPC>> He nodded again, sagely. <<speech "Deacon">>"What do you see here? Weekly, you see it, so I trust you."<</speech>> He made a gesture across the community center. <br><br> <div id = "verse2"> <<link "Tired, hungry">><<replace "#verse2">> <<speechPC>>"2 Corinthians 5:7"<</speechPC>> The words had barely left his mouth when I sighed. <<speech "Deacon">>"Faith...not sight."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Not sight."<</speechPC>> He smiled. <<speech "Deacon">>"But you bring them faith every week. And that is good. Thank you for what you do. It is rare in someone your age."<</speech>> And with that, he was gone. <<speech "Gladys">>"He never talks to me..."<</speech>> Gladys chuckled with that crinkly voice. I squeezed the flab of her upper arm. <<speechPC>>"Thank you for [[saying so|HS002 - Election]]."<</speechPC>> <</replace>><</link>> people who shouldn't be subjected to this. <<link "Renewed spirit">><<replace "#verse2">> <<set $HS.vol ++>> <<speech "Deacon">>"Exactly. For we live by //faith//, not by sight."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"2 Corinthians 5:7"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Deacon">>"You know your verses well."<</speech>> I blushed. <<speech "Deacon">>"You bring them that renewal, weekly. And that is good. Thank you for what you do. It is rare in someone your age."<</speech>> And with that, he was gone. <<speech "Gladys">> "He never talks to me..."<</speech>> Gladys chuckled with that crinkly voice. I squeezed the flab of her upper arm. <<speechPC>>"Thank you for [[saying so|HS002 - Election]]."<</speechPC>> <</replace>><</link>>, ready to try again. </div> <</replace>><</link>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-Election.png">> Easter. When every person who held any bit of religiousness in their soul came for services. It was a long service, but it was a beautiful service. <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - AltarGirl")>> We were in full regalia, walking down the aisle, the organ leading us in. I processed behind Dylan, smiled at <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> who had joined us for the services today, and continued forward to my spot up on the dais. <br><br> The pews felt fuller today, lights felt brighter, the chorus of voices more on key. <br><br> Reverend Hull began with the Service of Light. There was something calming and portentous knowing what was up next. That the words had been said so many times, and heard so many times from this very man. <br><br> There wasn't the improvisation and and unknown of what we'd be learning as if this were a normal service. The choir sang, led by Ava -- our beautiful soloist whose notes floated on the pregnant air. <br><br> I wondered on resurrection, both metaphorical and literal. I wondered on myself as I knelt for the blessing -- would we all be resurrected? Would we need it? <br><br> And then I was woken from my reverie. <<elseif visited("Choir")>> Everyone was in full regalia, walking down the aisle, the organ leading us in. <br><br> The pews felt fuller today, lights felt brighter, the chorus of voices more on key. <br><br> Reverend Hull began with the Service of Light. There was something calming and portentous knowing what was up next. That the words had been said so many times, and heard so many times from this very man. <br><br> There wasn't the improvisation and and unknown of what we'd be learning as if this were a normal service. We sang with an energy and connectedness that we hadn't had in any of our rehearsals. <<if $HS.soloist == true>>And then came the central pieces. I stepped forward and opened my throat, my notes floated on the pregnant air. I saw tears in the eyes of quite a few of our congregation -- touched.<<else>>And then came the central pieces, led by Ava, whose notes floated on the pregnant air. She did it beautifully.<</if>> <br><br> I wondered on resurrection, both metaphorical and literal. I wondered on myself as I knelt for the blessing -- would we all be resurrected? Would we need it? <br><br> And then I was woken from my reverie. <<else>> Everyone was in full regalia, walking down the aisle, the organ leading us in. <br><br> The pews felt fuller today, lights felt brighter, the chorus of voices more on key. <br><br> Reverend Hull began with the Service of Light. There was something calming and portentous knowing what was up next. That the words had been said so many times, and heard so many times from this very man. <br><br> There wasn't the improvisation and and unknown of what we'd be learning as if this were a normal service. The choir sang, led by Ava -- our beautiful soloist whose notes floated on the pregnant air. <br><br> I wondered on resurrection, both metaphorical and literal. I wondered on myself as I knelt for the blessing -- would we all be resurrected? Would we need it? <br><br> And then I was woken from my reverie. <</if>> <br><br> The structured passages and rites came to a close and Hull began his touch, his epilogue on the ritual of the day. <<speech "Rev Hull">>"And so, I believe it is right to bring forth one of us who has most embodied His nature this past year. In service of this body, His glory, and our community. I ask that..."<</speech>> He lifted a hand. <<if $HS.vol gte 10>> <<face shock>> <<speech "Rev Hull">><<print $CC.name>> come forward."<</speech>> I was stunned, nearly fell out of the pew as it registered. I was surrounded by smiles and suddenly found myself moving up the aisle -- had I walked? Had I been carried? Was this ecstasy? <<speech "Rev Hull">>"Thank you for all you have done, child, you truly embody Christ and you make us all stronger in the knowing of Him through you."<</speech>> <br><br> Wow. I had been given the Faith and Service Award. <<set $Memories.push("Won Faith and Service Award")>> <br><br> What a wonderful and overwhelming Easter. This year would be one for [[the ages|HS002 - PromDress]]. <<else>> <<speech "Rev Hull">>"Gladys come forward?"<</speech>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Stable -->> <<face angry>> <br><br> I looked up to the rafters, eyes wide. I didn't care if anyone saw me mouthing 'what?!' and shrugging my shoulders in disbelief. It should have been me up there. Not //Gladys//. <</if>> <br><br> She was clearly stunned. I worried about her advanced age and the shock. She was surrounded by smiles and was brought up in front of the congregation, <<speech "Rev Hull">>"Thank you for all you have done, child, you truly embody Christ and you make us all stronger in the knowing of Him through you."<</speech>> <br><br> What a wonderful Easter. Gladys truly deserved it. I made a promise to myself to try and embody more of her spirit from [[now on|HS002 - PromDress]]. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-AltarGirl.png">> <div id="comp"> Yep. Showed up in the afternoons and all day on Saturday in my //normal// clothes. Did you really think that the clergy walked around in vestments all the time? Deacon Stern was put together in a button-down and dark slacks, shoes -- though worn -- shining brightly with care. And Hull often broke out a Rush t-shirt, well-loved through the years, and a pair of cargo shorts. The dissonance was astounding. <br><br> But, given that they weren't cloistered monks, I quickly got over my preconceived notions and became used to our little church-Office dynamic. Our Youth Pastor, Dylan, popped in from time to time, but he was often off-site doing outreach, managing community affairs and running errands for the more senior duo. <<speech "Pastor Dylan">>"Morning, gentlemen. <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He nodded my way, deliberately including me at my make-shift desk in the corner. <<speech "Rev Hull">>"Morning, Dylan."<</speech>> Hull lifted his head from the weekend's sermon. He watched Dylan move about the office with purpose -- this file cabinet, that folder. Then he turned his gaze on me and I dropped my eyes immediately to the address list I was double-checking. <<speech "Deacon Stern">>"Why don't you take <<print $CC.name>> with you today? I think she could do with getting out of this musty office and away from two moth-eaten old men."<</speech>> Stern cleared his throat, Hull smiled at him kindly, <<speech "Stern">>"And just leave the address list on my desk. I'll finish it for you, dear."<</speech>> <br><br> Not wanting to get between whatever unspoken conversation was happening, I kept my eyes bowed and placed the list carefully on an open area of his desk before joining Dylan by the entryway. <<speech "Dylan">>"Ready for our little adventure?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"What are we doing?"<</speechPC>> I asked, meekly. <<speech "Dylan">>"We're going to have a little competition. Do you think you can get more signatures than me this afternoon?"<</speech>> He handed me a clipboard. It was a petition to unconstrain the Pledge of Allegiance in school and allow people to reference God, if they so chose. <<speech "Dylan">>"Ready? Go!"<</speech>> And -- a little like Charlie Chaplin -- he waddled off jokingly. He'd have the advantage on me of actually knowing the petition, so I'd have to find some way to outmaneuver him. He looked back, I mimicked his waddle off in another <<link "direction">><<replace "#comp" t8n>> <div id ="result"> <div id ="compch"> <<if $CC.hsv == "church">> Had he not thought about the <<link "Youth Group">><<replace "#compch">> <<set $HS.vol ++>> Well, maybe it was because he didn't know where they'd be during 'off-hours'. But I did. Right behind the church. Hiding in plain sight? <br><br> They all readily signed the petition, some simply because they knew it was a competition with Dylan. That was a quick batch, but wouldn't be enough. I made my way around town. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set $HS.vol ++>>Thankfully, people were actually happy to be approached by me. Irrespective of gender, they were willing to entertain a few words and sign something while I smiled at them.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 1>><<set $HS.vol ++>>But I did have to pound some pavement. Moving quickly when an area was exhausted was a strain, but I made it work. I had a deadline to make.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>><<set $HS.vol ++>>And to some...I may have lied -- covered the name and description text. I tried to use the strength of numbers to assure them it was a good cause. I didn't know their politics and certainly doubted many of their religions. But I needed the signatures.<br><br><</if>> <br><br> <<link "How'd I do">><<replace "#result">> <<if $HS.vol gt 5>> Dylan's eyes gaped, <<speech "Dylan">>"Incredible. I think this actually might pass, thanks to you."<</speech>> He squeezed my hand, some tears in his eyes. I didn't realize this meant that much to him. <<speech "Dylan">>"Dinner's on me."<</speech>> <br><br> We went to a diner and spent the night laughing about the people we'd encountered and things we'd said and done. We munched on fries while sipping a milkshake and stayed even after the meal [[was crumbs|HS002 - AltarGirl2]]. <<else>> Dylan nodded, <<speech "Dylan">>"Great job."<</speech>> And began to move away with my clipboard, I reached out, grabbing for his, <<speech "Dylan">>"We all win in the end, isn't that right?"<</speech>> Ugh. That was going to [[bother me|HS002 - AltarGirl2]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>>? //His// Youth Group? Easy win. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom's<<else>><<print $CC.DName>>'s<</if>> <<link "office">> <<replace "#compch">> It was a quick jaunt down to the Travel Agency where <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom's<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> worked. It was always a madhouse, people on calls, papers everywhere, and everyone was frantically clicking their mouses as their eyes darted across their monitors. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.vol ++>> He wasn't the biggest fan of my entrenchment at the church, but he didn't //have// to know what the petition was about. <<speechPC>>"You mind helping me out on this thing for school? Just need some signatures for Government and Econ?"<</speechPC>> He nodded and quickly sent off a memo to the office distro telling them to sign. It was good to know the boss. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.vol ++>> The pace and focus was like a puzzle I needed to navigate. Disrupt someone at the wrong time was a quick way to a quick no. But I was able to sus out who was most available and made sure they didn't feel time-pressure. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.vol ++>> I could taste the win. I //needed// to win. I wondered if I was going to get judged, but I knew how to get guys attention quickly. A little sit on the desk, not cross the legs, their eyes darted down without any encouragement. And their pens darted across the paper. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> <<set $HS.vol ++>> What they //really// enjoyed? Was that they got the full show as I sat on their desk. I didn't make them rush to sign. <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> <br><br> <<link "How'd I do">><<replace "#result">> <<if $HS.vol gt 5>> Dylan's eyes gaped, <<speech "Dylan">>"Incredible. I think this actually might pass, thanks to you."<</speech>> He squeezed my hand, some tears in his eyes. I didn't realize this meant that much to him. <<speech "Dylan">>"Dinner's on me."<</speech>> <br><br> We went to a diner and spent the night laughing about the people we'd encountered and things we'd said and done. We munched on fries while sipping a milkshake and stayed even after the meal [[was crumbs|HS002 - AltarGirl2]]. <<else>> Dylan nodded, <<speech "Dylan">>"Great job."<</speech>> And began to move away with my clipboard, I reached out, grabbing for his, <<speech "Dylan">>"We all win in the end, isn't that right?"<</speech>> Ugh. That was going to [[bother me|HS002 - AltarGirl2]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> seemed like a fish in a barrel. <br><br> Better get to plying the <<link "Saturday Park Goers">><<replace "#compch">> I rushed out to the park, standing by the great green expanse littered with people. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>><<set $HS.vol ++>>It felt too easy in some ways, people perking up at my approach and wanting me to open my mouth, to chat them up. Their yeses came with a ready smile too.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 1>><<set $HS.vol ++>>You had to know the right approach, gauge your audience and not just jump-scare them. A comment about their kid, the bottle of wine, the book they were reading. Connecting with them got a pen to connect to paper.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>><<set $HS.vol ++>>If you got over your own mind gremlins, it was pretty easy. The ask on the petition wasn't that big. Just some confidence and the fact that they were a captive audience? People signed.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 0 && $CC.maleReaction gt 0>><<set $HS.vol ++>>I could taste the win. I //needed// to win. I wasn't about to tell Dylan how I got those last few signatures, and no one here would be able to spread rumors, so I remained the only one who knew that sure, I made out with some guys that asked for a kiss in exchange. They put down their John Hancock.<br><br><</if>> <br><br> <<link "How'd I do">><<replace "#result">> <<if $HS.vol gt 5>> Dylan's eyes gaped, <<speech "Dylan">>"Incredible. I think this actually might pass, thanks to you."<</speech>> He squeezed my hand, some tears in his eyes. I didn't realize this meant that much to him. <<speech "Dylan">>"Dinner's on me."<</speech>> <br><br> We went to a diner and spent the night laughing about the people we'd encountered and things we'd said and done. We munched on fries while sipping a milkshake and stayed even after the meal [[was crumbs|HS002 - AltarGirl2]]. <<else>> Dylan nodded, <<speech "Dylan">>"Great job."<</speech>> And began to move away with my clipboard, I reached out, grabbing for his, <<speech "Dylan">>"We all win in the end, isn't that right?"<</speech>> Ugh. That was going to [[bother me|HS002 - AltarGirl2]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>? <</replace>><</link>>. </div> </div> <</replace>><</link>>. <br><br> That's where all the people were on a nice day like today. </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-AltarGirl2.png">> <<set $HS.vol += 2>> <<set _penance = 0>> The work was surprisingly mundane. I didn't expect the church to be maintained by all these spreadsheets, envelopes and phone calls. The juxtaposition of the cross on the wall overhanging the filing cabinet filled with tax forms, balance sheets, and grant documentation was odd to say the least. <br><br> But those days and afternoons weren't entirely paper pushing. Just before three, Hull stood with a contented sigh and stretching of his lower back and moved to assume a piece of his vestments. There was always a wry little 'come on' wave of the hand and side-long glance. <br><br> And then we were off to the confessional. I'd maintain order as he listened to the penitent. There wasn't some Black Friday sale clamor for the booth, but I did my duty, nodding the next person in as it became vacant. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> Hull mentioned to me every time that I could give just a //bit// more space between them, but I felt like I had. Hadn't I? I'd try better next time, but the same comment. Hmm. <<else>> I knew the perfect pace, giving Hull moments to collect himself and say a personal prayer after the last departure. He was always thankful. <</if>> <br><br> Once the last confession was heard, the church sat empty for a moment as I prepared myself. It was my turn. It was also how Hull knew and expected his time in the box to come to a close. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> There was one time when I tried to just skimp on my confession and knocked at his door. <<speechPC>>"That's it for today."<</speechPC>> He chuckled. <br><br> <<speech "Hull">>"I think I hear one more..."<</speech>> I roiled a bit at the implication, <<speech "Hull">>"Not that you can forgive, but you can hear mine, if it makes you feel at ease, child."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession...<br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 0>><<set _penance ++>>I fought with <<print $CC.MName>> again. She just knows how to get my hackles up.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 0>><<set _penance ++>>There were some clothes that I couldn't afford, but I needed -- everyone has them. I...may have borrowed them from the store.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 0>><<set _penance ++>><<print $HS.sigOther.name>> sat beside me in Physics and I hadn't done my homework...so I copied off him so I wouldn't get a zero.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>><<set _penance ++>>I went on this date with...just some guy...and I dunno how it happened, but we were just talking one minute and then...<br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>><<set _penance ++>>His Dad walked in and I lied to him about what I was doing.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0>><<set _penance ++>>Afterward, I may have felt powerful and important and I may have teased him despite knowing that we wouldn't be continuing.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>><<set _penance ++>>It was just sex...it's not //that// big of a deal.<br><br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>><<set _penance ++>>And I know, we should have been using protection...but it happened so fast.<br><br><</if>><</if>> ...This is all I can remember. I am sorry for these and all my sins."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Each truth wrenched from me simply by the silence across the grated, small window. But then they were out and there ''was'' release. I was assigned my penance, <<if _penance gt 7>> which always came with a heavy, disappointed sigh that surprised me -- Hull never made even that kind of comment -- I was to deny myself my phone, make dinner for my home, promise to reform and give myself to Him. I always asked forgiveness for these undone tasks each week...it was too much <<elseif _penance gt 5>> which was to promise to reform, give myself to Him, and sacrifice my phone for the next week -- I came close most weeks, but it was always a sin to be mentioned <<elseif _penance gt 3>> which was a few prayers and the promise to reform <<else>> which was to sit in silence with him for a moment. He believed I was holding back, but I insisted. I'd always win Never Have I Ever <</if>>. I said the Act of Contrition, and then, amazingly without judgement, he slid the window open, <<speech "Hull">>"Time to make sure we have something to atone for next week, I think."<</speech>> <br><br> We'd go get a hamburger. It was a fun 'bad' deed. <br><br> I really enjoyed [[Reverend Hull|HS002 - Election]].
<<image framed "passage/HS002-Tutor.png">> <<if $CC.activity == "read" && $CC.hsv == "read">> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.hsv.length is 0>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> <<set $HS.testScore ++>> Surprisingly, he was young -- he was taking classes at the community college. He was cute. And he did know his stuff. <<print $CC.MName>> giggled a bit at how quickly I nodded when they asked if I wanted to continue with the tutor after the first session. <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> uncomfortably exited the room. <br><br> And so it went. Harden and I met in the living room, in a nearby park, at the local library, back behind the school from time to time. He was very flexible, and I was a sponge. <br><br> I absorbed what I could while I //occasionally// drifted into daydreaming and reading into his mannerisms and behavior. Did he think I was cute? Was that wrong? Should I touch his hand? Did he just touch my hand? <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TutorTry]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> I was determined to know for ''certain''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky or excitable enough. <<path [[HS002 - TutorHU][$Stats.Skills['Wiles'].base ++]] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> I got frustrated, so I managed to finagle the next session for my ''room''. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough. <<path [[HS002 - TutorEnd][$HS.testScore ++]]>> The thoughts were fun, but I didn't push ''anything''. <</crossroads>>
The tension lessened. Maybe the novelty had worn off, or maybe the questions in (both?) of our heads were dispelled and that meant we fell into a much more typical rhythm and I definitely learned more now. <br><br><br> Our progress continued and then his own final season began gearing up. <<print $CC.MName>> sounded sad each time she relayed a tutoring session being rescheduled or cancelled. <br><br> She offered that I should invite the Boys over instead. I shrugged. <br><br><br> I saw Harden less and less, and my end of year was quickly [[approaching|HS002 - PromDress]], too.
Now, I wasn't going to //throw// myself at him. <br><br><br> I made certain that <<print $CC.MName>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>was<<else>>and <<print $CC.DName>> were<</if>> out of the house. I put on a touch of makeup, but otherwise exemplified my best attempt at 'cute casual'. <br><br> My heart was pounding. My throat was dry. I squeaked when I opened the door for him and led him inside. <<speechPC>>"Oh, my bag's in my room...that okay?"<</speechPC>> I off-handedly mentioned when he began <<linkexpand "moving towards the couch.">> /* IMAGE (Needed): A hand pushing up a shirt */ moving towards the couch. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<speech "Harden">>"Uh, sure."<</speech>> He nodded and we silently headed back to my room. I dropped onto the bed and began digging in my bag, leaning forward to give as much of a show as possible. Just accidentally happening to be ass up, head down. <br><br><br> Did he gulp audibly? I don't know, but when I smirked up at him, books still not retrieved, the look on his face told me everything I needed to know. <br><br> I shifted to make room and patted the bed. I could see his consideration, and enough time passed that I almost felt offended. <br><br> Shifting back against him, our mouths met. Quickly, the dynamic changed from me against him <<linkexpand "to him against me.">> to him against me. <br><br><br> I don't remember us talking at all. I certainly didn't learn anything...about school. <br><br> That may have been my favorite [[session|HS002 - TutorEnd]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speech "Harden">>"Okay, I can wait for ya."<</speech>> He nodded, not catching the hint. <br><br><br> My heart sank. <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face angry>> I charged down the hallway, fighting the heat rising in my cheeks and chest. I slammed the door open and dropped onto my bed, kicking my bag aside. I stared at the door, waiting for him to appear. He didn't. How. Dare. He. <<else>> I felt gut-punched and headed back to my room like the meekest of mice. The weight of my bag felt immense. Had I brought ''every'' book home with me? <</if>> <br><br> Harden was on his phone, infuriatingly unaware, or fully aware and that would have hurt even more. <br><br> I chose the chair across from him. I pulled on a loose sweatshirt and let him drone on. <br><br><br> I don't remember learning <<linkexpand "anything at all that day.">> anything at all that day. <br><br> When you swing and you miss, [[it hurts|HS002 - TutorEnd]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<set _success = ($Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value - $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value)>> <<set _successNum = random(1,10)>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Fingers twisting the end of a lock of hair nervously */ I brought an extra change of clothes, a bit more revealing and suggestive than my usual. As I made my way to //our// picnic table, my heart was in my throat. My hands were slick and no matter how many times I wiped them across my skirt, they were instantly moist again. <br><br> There he was, endearingly nose-down and preparing for our session. <<speechPC>>"Hey, Harden."<</speechPC>> <<if _success gte _successNum>> He looked up and I couldn't help but laugh when his jaw dropped. While he was wordless, I sat next to him, rather than across in the usual fashion. <br><br> My bare thigh pressed slightly against his as I got settled and his eyes still were finding difficulty settling on something that wasn't a part of me. <<speechPC>>"What're we covering today?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Harden">>"N...not much."<</speech>> I don't think he realized his double entendre. I leaned in closer, peering into his book rather than grabbing my own. <br><br> He didn't argue, and we stayed close like this. My body screamed at me each time I held new contact with him, or when his arm subtly slid around my waist. <br><br> Towards the end of our session, I couldn't resist and I looked up, eyes on his lips and he caught the cue. It was difficult to make out on a bench like this and the wood was certainly doing favors to my ass and thighs, but we didn't notice anymore. <br><br> And then, I had him drive me back home. 'Like always.' <br><br> <<else>> <<speech "Harden">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>, how was class?"<</speech>> his eyes barely lifting from the book. <<speechPC>>"Got a perfect score on a pop quiz that //happened// to include what we covered last week..."<</speechPC>> I sat across from him, deciding to let the skirt work in my favor. <<speech "Harden">>"That's awesome!"<</speech>> <<speech "Harden">>"Yeah, right? Super stoked."<</speech>> I bounced a bit, letting my thighs spread a bit as I took a more casual seated position. Physics and my choices didn't seem to distract him. <<speech "Harden">>"So I guess we could move on to Bio?"<</speech>> Was he making an age-old (and tired) implication? <<speech "Harden">>"Kreb's cycle still getting you down?"<</speech>> He wasn't. Shit. <br><br> We studied, I occasionally peacocked and flashed, but I really felt unattractive by the end of the session. <br><br> I made up some BS about heading to a friend's house and declined the usual ride back home. The walk was annoying, but gave me time to process. <br><br> <</if>> Welp. Now I [[knew|HS002 - TutorEnd]].
<<outfit nerd>> <<set $HS.twitchWin = $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value>> <<set $HS.twitchCosWin = $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <<set $HS.cosplay = false>> <<if $CC.freetime == "home" && $CC.hsv == "home">> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> <<if $CC.activity == "read" && $CC.hsv == "read">> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Can you get off the computer?"<</speech>> I practically jumped, hearing <<print $CC.MName>>'s voice from behind me. Where had she come from? <br><br> I spun on her, arm clutching the back of my gaming chair, <<speechPC>>"You //can't// do that to me! What if I was in the middle of a match?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Her neck craned, focused on my monitor. Thank god there wasn't porn up. <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Where are you going?"<</speech>> She ignored my complaint, stepping into the room without permission. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"TwitchCon."<</speechPC>> There was a hardness to my voice that felt unearned, but she ''knew'' I liked my privacy. <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Mhm."<</speech>> She nodded, though I could tell she had no idea what that meant. I was distracted, Her fingers stroking through my hair like she'd always done, it soothed me instantly. <<speech "$CC.MName">>"With who?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Uhh..." I shivered, eyes closing, "<<print $CC.friend1>>...and..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Oh, the 'Boys'?"<</speech>> She chuckled, always making fun of my term for them. <<speechPC>>"Mhm."<</speechPC>> I was putty in her hands. <<speech "$CC.MName">>"<<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"N-no. Just us..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Did you ask him? Certainly didn't ask me."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm asking now?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Let me get back to you on that."<</speech>> She leaned down and kissed my forehead. <br><br> Ughhh. We were all so ready and excited to go, I didn't want her to kill the //one// thing that I wanted to do this year. I could only imagine what The Boys would say if I had to drop out. <br><br> Just as if I was Ahri, my main, I planned my attack. I was going to be prepared for the conflict [[ahead|HS002 - Twitch_Chaperone]].
<<set $HS.twitchChap = false>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A long table and a single shadowy form at the other end */ Family discussion time. I was across from her in my base and the dining room table was our battlefield. <<if $CC.dad !== 2>>And then there was <<print $CC.DName>>. How would he be swayed. Could he be swayed?<</if>> <br><br> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Alright," she came out of the gates swinging. "It seems like TwitchCon -- what is with that name anyway?"<</speech>> I kept my mouth shut. It was an opening that wasn't worth the energy. She continued, <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Should be a lot of fun for you, but you can't just go alone."<</speech>> I felt some heat raising in my cheeks. I wanted to bite back for all the reasons that we could. That //I// could. But I knew it wasn't time yet.<<speech "$CC.MName">> "So."<</speech>> She sat back in her chair, hands turned upwards, <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Is <<print $CC.friend1>>'s mom chaperoning you?"<</speech>> <br><br> I coughed, thinking of the overworked and simple woman heading with us to the core of nerd-dom. And how <<print $CC.friend1>> would react to that idea. I couldn't help but smile, <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"What's so funny, missy?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nothing, sorry. Just...nothing."<</speechPC>> I shook my head, waving my hands to end that line of conversation. <<speech "$CC.MName">>"So then who?"<</speech>> <br><br> It was time for my counter. <br><br> <div id="chap"> <<crossroads #chap>> <<path>> Play for a tie: I'd rather go with someone than not at all. <<contents>> <<set $HS.twitchChap = true>> <<speechPC>>"What about <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<if $CC.dad == 2>> She raised an eyebrow. She hadn't thought of that. Then nodded. <<else>> <<speech>>"I. Uh."<</speech>> Oh he didn't expect that. She turned and looked at him, they held eye contact for a few moments and he stopped fumbling, then, <<speech>>"Of course."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Good, that's decided." She stood, pleased with the outcome, "Have a great time."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I will."<</speechPC>> I wasn't sure about <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> and if he'd enjoy himself, though. <br><br> And then...there was the little wrinkle of cosplay. Not sure what either one of them would think of it, nor what <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> would think seeing me dressed up that way. But I wasn't going to bring it up and possibly lose it all. <br><br> I scurried off to let The Boys know about the changes to our 'team' [[composition|HS002 - TwitchTransition]]. <<path>> Press for an ultimate win: unaccompanied. <<contents>> <<set _hstrust = $People['CC'].Parents.rel>> <<speechPC>>"You can trust me."<</speechPC>> I furrowed my brow, fingers tracing all of the reasons I had written down. Grades, historical evidence of trust, I had enumerated all the reasons. I deserved it and I was old enough. <br><br> She furrowed her brow back, looking at me firmly. I waited for her to start the argument. I was ready. <br><br> <<if $HS.testScore gt 2>><<set _hstrust ++>><</if>> <<if Array("helper","church","read","home","job","piano","vol","dance").includes($CC.hsv)>><<set _hstrust ++>><</if>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.DName>> <<set _hstrust ++>> Tentatively, carefully, <<print $CC.DName>> reached his hand out to her, <<speech "$CC.DName">>"I think she's right, dear."<</speech>> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $CC.HSBC lte 5>><<set _hstrust ++>><</if>> <<if _hstrust gt 3>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Okay."<</speech>> <br><br> I nearly blurted out my first point of contention, which stumbled out into, <<speechPC>>"Okay?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She nodded. She had done the math herself, or actually trusted me, or...something. I was flabbergasted. <br><br> I think she took that as her win as she stood, smiling, <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Have a great time."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I...I will."<</speechPC>> Wow. Okay, that had not gone how I had expected. <br><br> I scurried off to let The Boys know that it was full-steam [[ahead|HS002 - TwitchTransition]]. <<else>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"I don't know where you get off thinking that." A hand held upright, forestalling any of my prepared contentions. "So you're really going to fight me on having a chaperone...at your age?"<</speech>> <br><br> I was furious. I shoved the chair back, leaning forward and ready to go all out, <<speechPC>>"I'm practically an //adult//!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Practically."<</speech>> She said simply, calmly. Firmly. <<speechPC>>"You can't do this!"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<if $CC.mom == 1>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"I...can. And with my trip coming up--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh of //course// your trips. Don't be a hardass."<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"I can. And I am."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Don't be such a hardass!"<</speechPC>> <</if>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"You're the one being a hardass about not needing any chaperone."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I don't need a babysitter!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Not what you've shown me to date--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"This is all I've wanted to do //all// ''year''!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"You'll have to find something else then. I'm sure you will."<</speech>> She was already walking away from the table. <br><br> The battle was over. <br><br> I had lost. I had lost so much. <br><br> The Boys would go to TwitchCon...I would [[not|HS001 - StoryArc]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
Why TwitchCon? <br><br> You can probably hear my eyes rolling at you asking the question. How did you feel growing up at school? Was it easy for you? Were you well-liked? <br><br> Or was there something //just// out of grasp? It wasn't just knowing things in class. You had to deliver it the right way, and I didn't often. <br><br> You couldn't simply show up either. You had to interact. With the meatheads. With the pretty, pretty Princesses. With the losers. With all of the people who liked things so different from you and would laugh if your interests came up. <br><br> Nah. I preferred //my// kind of people. My insulated little bubble. Sure, we were intense. But we liked what we liked. And we liked our things the most -- and loved those that agreed. <br><br> TwitchCon was a cultivated little moment in time for people like us, for the devotees, to get together and share in our nerd-dom. <br><br> It would be a release. It would be a confirmation of who I was. It would be //everything//. <br><br> <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>> We bought our flights <<else>> Even being allowed to go, we had to pool all our allowance //and// pleaded and promised our way into transportation <</if>> to the yearly capstone for streaming. It was going to be my high school capstone, too. <br><br> It was set! <br><br> <<shake 3s>>We were going!<</shake>> <br><br> The Boys were stoked. I was //ebullient//. <br><br> I had been wanting to go to TwitchCon for years. It had seemed like a pipe dream and now it was real. <br><br> For them it was being able to share the same air their favorite content creators. The ones who would destroy us online. The ones who made the tier lists we followed. But it was also a chance for them to prove themselves at a first, actual competition. Placing at the League Championship Series Open would score some ''insane'' cred. <br><br> For me -- sure, I wanted to compete -- but it was more than that. It was about rubbing elbows with my kindred spirits. It was about getting out of town and feeling some sort of freedom from the constraints of my normal high school life. It was about the CosPlay. I had always looked up to the incredible outfits that were borne from creativity. How hot some of these girls looked. I knew I could be one of them. <<speech "Andrew">>"The...Cosplay Competition? Isn't it just a bunch of people walking in a line?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Don't be so reductive, Andrew."<</speechPC>> I grunted, hands on my hips. I had broached the issue and was met with complete dispassion. <<speech "Ethan">>"I mean. That //is// what it is."<</speech>> Ethan laughed, needling me, <<speech "Ethan">>"Though some of those bitches are fucking hot. Why don't //you// just wear what you want."<</speech>> There was a slight upturn to his lips, imagining them in their tees and jeans while I was prancing around half-naked. <br><br> I looked to <<print $CC.friend1>>. He gave a less than enthusiastic shrug. <br><br> They weren't enamored with it the way I was. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TwitchConvince][$HS.cosplay = true]] $CC.labelReaction gt 0>> There was the chance that we could all get our way. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't fit in with her Clique enough. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchConvince][$HS.twitchWin --]] $CC.labelReaction lt 0>> I honestly didn't give a shit about the Open. I was there to have fun. And that meant cosplay. <<blocked>> $CC.name fits in with her Clique too much. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchConvince][$HS.cosplay = true]] $CC.maleAttention gt 0>> Fine, Ethan. I could show them exactly why they should join me in cosplay. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't doesn't want male attention enough. <<path [[HS002 - Twitch2][$HS.twitchWin += 2]]>> Ugh. I didn't want to fight with them. I could have some accents, but I should focus on the competition. <</crossroads>>
<<Stats Wiles ++>> <div id="convince"> I rolled over to <<print $CC.friend1>>'s garage like it was a typical Friday afternoon. It wasn't. <br><br> I was late. <br><br> <<call $CC.friend1>>"Where ru?"<</call>> <br><br> <<call Ethan>>"We can't roll without a full comp, <<print $CC.name>>!"<</call>> <br><br> And other variations had been buzzing my phone for the past hour as I got ready. They were miffed that I hadn't headed straight over with them after school, but they had no idea what was in store for them. <br><br> The door was partially lifted like always, <<speech "Ethan">>"There she is..."<</speech>> came the groan from inside, seeing my chucks on approach. That was all they could see. <br><br> Ignoring them, I rapped my hand against the metal, <<speech "Andrew">>"Yeah, yeah. Yer late, you have to crawl under the gate. You know the rules, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Andrew, who still had scrapes on his knees from last week when he was the delinquent. He had just been late. I was here to make them forget about training altogether. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I'm pretty sure you're going to want to open this goddamn thing up."<</speechPC>> I reached back, grabbing my trail and pushed down, making it swing where they could see it. A flick of some fluffy fur, two weighted white tails waving //just// below the edge of the door. There was silence. Confusion. They were never silent otherwise. <br><br> Someone got up and then the machine groaned, notching the door up by degrees, a slow, magnificent reveal of me, in my true form... <br><br><br> <<link "Ahri">><<replace "#convince" t8n>> <<outfit ahri>> I hadn't decided which ''Ahri'' skin to emulate yet, but the basics of the outfit were there. The tails had taken forever (and the weight was something to be addressed), tugging down uncomfortably at the back of the Spanx where I'd fastened them to under the bodice. I couldn't stop some of my fucking asscrack from showing at the moment. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 2>> They were agog. It was doing the trick. <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> The cut-out skirt, askance on my hips, flashed upper thigh in such a way to hint that mayyybe they could see more. <</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> The bodice hid a demi-cup and lifted my chest in a way that accentuated the cleavage and accented their natural movements. <</if>> <br><br><br> <<speech "Ethan">>"Holy. Fuck."<</speech>> was all Ethan could squeak. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"You wanted Ahri to compete. Here she is. Come on guys. Joiiin me. Let's go as our team!"<</speechPC>> I stepped into the cool air of the garage, heading to the remote, <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.friend1>> can be Vladimir,"<</speechPC>> I reached down to press the button, the view from the front and the back being emphasized simultaneously. <<speechPC>>"Andrew can be Zed,"<</speechPC>> using my toes I kicked off my <<link "chucks">><<feet>><</link>>, acting as nonchalant and "average Friday" as I could. <br><br> Padding over to them without any of my normal wear, <<speechPC>>"and Ethan, I know you like Caitlyn, but I'm not sure that's the look you're going for."<</speechPC>> It was a needed joke: the tension in the air and in their shorts was palpable. Even Ethan laughed. The energy reset as the door clanked closed. <<speech "Ethan">>"Uh. Y-yeah. So..."<</speech>> he tried to regain composure. <<speechPC>>"Lucian?"<</speechPC>> He gulped and nodded. <<speechPC>>"I know you guys are worried about our fifth, but we can pug at the Con."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.friend1">>"Are we only going to pick-up someone who came dressed?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> Rolling my eyes at <<print $CC.friend1>> as I dropped onto the couch on my stomach, tails arching up over my half-bare back. <<speechPC>>"How about this: I'll take lead on finding us our fifth--"<</speechPC>> I knew they were not keen on doing the social interaction with strangers who might be better than them. And we had to find a fifth to qualify for a squad. They nodded, understanding the quid-pro-quo <<speechPC>>"Thank you for indulging me."<</speechPC>> I affected my best Ahri. <br><br> They all laughed again. They loved it. <<speechPC>>"Maybe we can win twice in our first Con? Open ''and'' the Cosplay Competition. What dya say?"<</speechPC>> Nods all around, though their eyes were having difficulty tracking anything except my body while I was having difficulty finding a comfortable way <<linkexpand "to sit on the couch.">> to recline with these fucking tails. <br><br><br> Maybe this outfit for the entire evening wasn't the best choice. But I had gotten what I wanted. <<speech "Ethan">>"Uh. Not sure I can do much seamstress work. Unless I just like...wear some stuff that feels like Lucian, like you're doing."<</speech>> <br><br> Ouch, Ethan, <<speechPC>>"I'll help you with your fucking costumes."<</speechPC>> I fought the bristling I felt, not wanting them to back out. I motioned at what I had, <<speechPC>>"It's not done yet...Not sure whether to go Prestige, Academy, or Spirit Blossom [[Ahri|HS002 - TwitchCos]]."<</speechPC>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<set $HS.cosplay = false>> They nodded, <<speech "Ethan">>"Hey, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <br><br> Hey? That was it. I felt gutted. <<speech "$CC.friend1">>"Cosplaying Ahri. Cool."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> Maybe I wouldn't after all. If I couldn't get my crew on board, how would I get complete strangers? <br><br> Ethan -- perennial perv that he is -- didn't deign me with a second look, just a little head motion, indicating to join them and that my moment [[was done|HS002 - Twitch2]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> </div>
<<outfit nerd>> <<set $HS.costume = "">> <<set $HS.twitchWin -->> Not gonna lie, I loved LoL. They had introduced it to me begrudgingly, but I had really found that I enjoyed gaming with them. That was their world where I was included and accepted. Doing the Cosplay contest as a team, though? I felt like we were bonding in something I enjoyed as well. And hell, we could win some cash. Probably far more likely than the Open, if you had to ask me. But I was never going to tell them that. <br><br> There were more than a few requests over the weeks for me to 'remind them' of the outfit and I played it off as best I could, using the excuses (that were real) that my outfit wasn't finished yet. But mainly, they had gotten their taste and I'd accomplished my goal, I wasn't about to just be some dress-up doll for them to look at now. They could use Instagram or TikTok. <br><br><br> But I did need their help in deciding what version of Ahri I'd go as. In the game they were just skins and didn't affect anything. In reality, the skin was all there was. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/hs.twitch-ahri-prestige.webp:Ahri Prestige by Pan Chengwei" "passage/hs.twitch-ahri-elderwood.webp:Ahri Elderwood by Alvin Lee" "passage/hs.twitch-ahri-academy.webp:Ahri Academy by Sixmorevodka Studio">> <br> They were more than happy to suggest their preferred skin -- and clearly for me to show as much of my own as possible -- for my outfit: <div id = "ahri"> <<crossroads #ahri>> <<path>> <<Doll body ahriPrestige ahriPrestige>> <<print $CC.friend1>> wanted Prestige <<contents>> <<set $HS.costume = "Prestige">> We started by searching online for reference images. Not only were there innumerable skins, but each one had so many iterations with multiple ways of being envisioned, it was hard to pin down exactly what flavor of the kitsune-girl I was going to be. <br><br> Then we moved on from me and onto them. And fuck, that was hard. They weren't exactly attuned to looking like their fantasy avatars. It was going to be a lot of work for my outfit because I wanted it to look good. But it was going to be a //lot// of work on their outfits simply because they had so far to go. <br><br> Our LoL training sessions sometimes were entirely consumed with costume planning. Even a simple costume has lots of pieces, and there were four of us. We decided which parts to make, which parts to buy, and which parts to modify. <br><br> They both enjoyed and hated the moments where I measured their waists...inseam felt awkwardly intimate, but we got over it. <br><br> And then, the costumes started to come together. That day, we skipped training altogether, focusing on group group photos for the first time. We looked pretty [[awesome|HS002 - Twitch2]]! <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> <<Doll body ahriElder ahriElder>> Ethan wanted Elderwood -- the sweaty neckbeards like him would certainly like the look of that... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky or easy enough. <<contents>> <<set $HS.costume = "Elder">> <<set $HS.twitchCosWin += 2>> We started by searching online for reference images. Not only were there innumerable skins, but each one had so many iterations with multiple ways of being envisioned, it was hard to pin down exactly what flavor of the kitsune-girl I was going to be. <br><br> Then we moved on from me and onto them. And fuck, that was hard. They weren't exactly attuned to looking like their fantasy avatars. It was going to be a lot of work for my outfit because I wanted it to look good. But it was going to be a //lot// of work on their outfits simply because they had so far to go. <br><br> Our LoL training sessions sometimes were entirely consumed with costume planning. Even a simple costume has lots of pieces, and there were four of us. We decided which parts to make, which parts to buy, and which parts to modify. <br><br> They both enjoyed and hated the moments where I measured their waists...inseam felt awkwardly intimate, but we got over it. <br><br> And then, the costumes started to come together. That day, we skipped training altogether, focusing on group group photos for the first time. We looked pretty [[awesome|HS002 - Twitch2]]! <<path>> <<Doll body ahriAcademy ahriAcademy>> Andrew wanted Academy <<contents>> <<set $HS.twitchCosWin ++>> <<set $HS.costume = "Academy">> We started by searching online for reference images. Not only were there innumerable skins, but each one had so many iterations with multiple ways of being envisioned, it was hard to pin down exactly what flavor of the kitsune-girl I was going to be. <br><br> Then we moved on from me and onto them. And fuck, that was hard. They weren't exactly attuned to looking like their fantasy avatars. It was going to be a lot of work for my outfit because I wanted it to look good. But it was going to be a //lot// of work on their outfits simply because they had so far to go. <br><br> Our LoL training sessions sometimes were entirely consumed with costume planning. Even a simple costume has lots of pieces, and there were four of us. We decided which parts to make, which parts to buy, and which parts to modify. <br><br> They both enjoyed and hated the moments where I measured their waists...inseam felt awkwardly intimate, but we got over it. <br><br> And then, the costumes started to come together. That day, we skipped training altogether, focusing on group group photos for the first time. We looked pretty [[awesome|HS002 - Twitch2]]! <<path>> <<Doll body ahri ahri>> I thought O.G. Ahri was best Ahri. <<contents>> <<set $HS.twitchCosWin -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> We started by searching online for reference images. Not only were there innumerable skins, but each one had so many iterations with multiple ways of being envisioned, it was hard to pin down exactly what flavor of the kitsune-girl I was going to be. <br><br> Then we moved on from me and onto them. And fuck, that was hard. They weren't exactly attuned to looking like their fantasy avatars. It was going to be a lot of work for my outfit because I wanted it to look good. But it was going to be a //lot// of work on their outfits simply because they had so far to go. <br><br> Our LoL training sessions sometimes were entirely consumed with costume planning. Even a simple costume has lots of pieces, and there were four of us. We decided which parts to make, which parts to buy, and which parts to modify. <br><br> They both enjoyed and hated the moments where I measured their waists...inseam felt awkwardly intimate, but we got over it. <br><br> And then, the costumes started to come together. That day, we skipped training altogether, focusing on group group photos for the first time. We looked pretty [[awesome|HS002 - Twitch2]]! <</crossroads>> </div>
<<outfit nerd>> All of a sudden, TwitchCon was upon us. We weren't ready. The cosplay needed more touches. We had kind of fallen off of our groove in League. I wished time hadn't lined up this way, but we were going. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/HS002-Twitch2.png">> My bags were packed to the brim. My heart was in my throat. And we were on our <<linkexpand "way.">> way. <<if $HS.twitchChap == true>><<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> patted my thigh kindly, sensing my jitters, as we got situated on the flight. I was happy to have him there. If I was this on-edge with an adult here...shit. Maybe <<print $CC.MName>> was right after all.<<else>>And <<print $CC.MName>> actually did let us go alone. It was //insane// getting on the flight just us 'kids'. It felt so exhilarating. And scary. Maybe she was right, maybe we were too young. But it was going to be alright. Right?<</if>> <br><br> <div class="img framed"><img src="img/passage/tc01.png"></div> <br><br> There were. <br><br> So. <br><br> Many. <br><br> People there. <br><br> The line to grab our badges was never-ending. <br><br> My excitement was a drop in the bucket compared to the energy of all these nerds. Like they'd all been pent up and ready to explode. <br><br> The AC blasted so hard and so constantly that even Andrew's nipples were perpetually hard. <br><br> And the men, oh man, there were so many men. Simply being female was like a target on me. They were astounded by my presence. I was gawked at. I was ogled. <br><br> I don't know if the proportion was making the attention so prevalent or if it was a law of large numbers kind of thing, but if I was at the Con, //someone// was looking at me. <<if $HS.twitchChap == true>>I had convinced <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> to stick around in the rooms, which he was more than happy to do. Getting work done and avoiding the things that he didn't understand.<<else>>I wondered if this was exactly the reason why <<print $CC.MName>> had wanted someone to go with us.<</if>> So, in those (perpetual) moments, I was super glad to be with <<linkexpand "The Boys">> The Boys. My protective barrier of testosterone. <br><br> Badges finally in hand, The Boys started to make their way back to the rooms, <<speech "$CC.friend1">>"Let's get some practice in, team!"<</speech>> <br><br> I stopped dead in the corridor, giving <<print $CC.friend1>> a hard look, <<speechPC>>"Our roster's short. It'll be impossible to PUG //tomorrow//."<</speechPC>> From the sidelong glances Andrew and Ethan gave me, I could tell they were thinking the same thing. <br><br> <<speech "$CC.friend1">>"With this many people around? Someone's bound to be down to clown!"<</speech>> <<print $CC.friend1>> spread his arms wide, walking backwards away from me. <br><br> He was resolved, the social skills of the crew weren't awe inspiring...but we did need a fifth. <<if $HS.cosplay == true>><<speech "Ethan">>"Plus. You said that was on you."<</speech>> Ethan and Andrew immediately sided with him, nodding.<</if>> <br><br> Ugh. Okay. So how was I going to find us the fifth that //they// needed to even compete? <br><br> <<set _multiplePaths = $CC.maleAttention gt 0 && $HS.cosplay || $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 0>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TwitchAhri]] $CC.maleAttention gt 0 && $HS.cosplay == true>> Maybe Ahri needed to make an appearance before the Open. Ahri could charm a Fifth. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't doing cosplay and want male attention enough. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchSearch][$HS.twitchWin --]] $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 0>> I could ditch practice and check out the Gaming Hall now. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't social enough. <<path [[tomorrow|HS002 - TwitchEarly]] $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 0>> I'd go early tomorrow, before they got up, otherwise they'd just grab //anyone//. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't confident enough. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchWin -=2; $HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value --; $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value ++; $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value --]]>> <<if _multiplePaths>>Otherwise, <</if>>I wasn't keen on the talking either, guys. I'd default to whatever they dug up as a last-minute resort. <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-TwitchEarly.png">> <div id="AhriStart"> <<outfit underwear>> <<shake 1s>>Bzzt.<</shake>> <br><br> <<shake 2s>>Bzzt.<</shake>> <br><br> <<shake 3s>>Bzzt.<</shake>> <br><br> Grunting, I swung my arm out, searching for my phone. It was across the room. <br><br> <<shake 4s>>Bzzt.<</shake>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Practically dumping myself out of the bed, I clambered over to punch the alarm //off//. <br><br> Rubbing my eyes and tucking my feet under myself, I considered what being awake was. The Boys in the next room wouldn't be up for an hour yet, at best. <<if $HS.twitchChap == true>><<print $CC.DName>> mighta been, but I wasn't going to drag him along for what needed to be done.<</if>> <br><br> A quick rinse-off shocked my system fully alert, and barely fought the urge to enjoy the hot steam for longer than a couple minutes. Knowing time was of the essence, I dried off, sitting on the edge of the bed to begrudgingly pull on my costume that I had laid out meticulously the night before. <br><br> Glancing quickly in the mirror, I fluffed my hair to cover my ear-headband and give a quick stroke of lipstick: one-two-three on each cheek, <<linkexpand "Ahri came together.">> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> Ahri came together. <br><br><br> <<speechPC>>"This better work."<</speechPC>> I mumbled to myself, as I padded out of the room, mostly because of the ungodly <<link "hour">><<replace "#AhriStart" t8n>> <<if $HS.costume == "Elder">> I had worn this before, but never in front of strangers. I tried to convince myself that I was wearing a miniskirt, or some fantasy version of what that would have been. And the top was //essentially// a bikini, right? I felt naked. Far more than at the beach. The constant, industrial-level air-conditioning tickled at my skin to prove that I was underdressed. An even more unfortunate reality of the outfit in the Con-conditions: the occasional patches of wet or crusty carpet underfoot. Ick. I tried to ignore them as best I could, making my way from the hotel through the skyway and into the convention hall. <br><br> It was early, so it was a ghost-town. Most people con-enjoyers enjoy rolling up at the last minute. Even with the bare cohort -- maybe //moreso// because of it, every eye was on me. I couldn't blame them, practically every inch of me was on display. Well. That //was// the desired affect, right? <br><br> <</if>> <<if $HS.costume == "Academy">> I was thankful for the coverage. The bodice accentuated my proportions, but the closed collar and long sleeves protected me from the worst of the industrial AC. The pleated mini was certainly dangerously short, so I was thankful for the stockings: only a few inches of my legs remained bare. <br><br> Even with a 'modest' version of Ahri, it drew eyes. The few that were there at the hour. Most con-enjoyers enjoyed rolling up at the last minute. <br><br> And compared to the meager cohort present, I was baring the most, by far. <</if>> <<if $HS.costume == "Prestige">> The skirt was slitted, which allowed for a long stride and a fair amount of cover, while certainly giving a show of pretty much every inch of my gams. The bodice lifted and accentuated my chest and highlighted my ratio. And the boots added some extra height. <br><br> The jangle at my wrists attracted the few early-comers' eyes -- most people con-enjoyers enjoyed rolling up at the last minute. Nobody else was in full cosplay mode, so every eye was on me. I couldn't blame them, the outfit ''rocked''. <br><br> <</if>> The attention varied from "Great costume!" to slack-jawed drooling. I had to quickly evade a couple of people wanting pictures with me -- the compliment well taken, but I was on a mission. Pictures would come later. <br><br> The main hall was abuzz, even though the Open was hours away. And I was //out// //of// //place//. It was an assortment of jeans and graphic tees and then me, practically a booth girl. I had hit the showers, even for a few moments. They...were unshaved and based on the smell: unwashed. <<if $HS.costume == "Elder" || $HS.costume == "Prestige">> Goosebumps covered my skin -- the AC here was on overdrive to fill the vacuous space. <</if>> <<if $HS.costume == "Elder">> The uncarpeted floor was far less forgiving in the hall. It sucked heat from my bare soles and I could feel every tiny speck of crust, grime and dirt that came underfoot. <</if>> <br><br> I could feel the entirely-male audience deciding if to approach, how to approach. I quickly glanced over the board and got a basic grip on teams and comps. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TwitchFly][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]]>> ''DieQuest'' was a top contender. They had an alternate that I could approach. That would be bold AF. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchUn]]>> There were ''Unaffiliated'' players, of course. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchApp][$CC.maleAttention ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base --]]>> Or, I could let whomever had the ''confidence'' to approach //me// as the indicator of skill. <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>. <</linkexpand>> </div>
A few moments later, the crunch of a crumpling Beast can announced his arrival. He looked straight out of an ad for a video game. One of those mobile games where its all art and design and very little substance. He would have been the barbarian or overly-muscled sniper. <<image framed "passage/HS002-TwitchApp.png">> He towered over me as he moved closer, though he was acting as if I wasn't the aim of his attention. As if he just 'happened' to be near me, unaware of my presence. Typical try-hard alpha behavior. <br><br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<speech>>"Lost, kitten?"<</speech>> <br><br> I <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> laughed, frowning firmly, <<speechPC>>"Lost. Ha. No."<</speechPC>> <<else>> stuttered unconvincingly, <<speechPC>>"Uh, lost? ''No''."<</speechPC>> playing at <</if>> a similar, disaffected vibe. <br><br> He chuckled and grinned, leaning against the railing beside me. One of his molded triceps brushed against me. A scant glance over my cosplay, <<speech>>"Well, you got your audience right."<</speech>> <<if $HS.costume == "Elder">> His finger tugged confidently at the elastic band at my waist, <<speech>>"You here to distract one of the teams? Who's paying you?"<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> I <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> pulled back, ignoring the snap against my skin <<else>> stumbled over my words <</if>>, <<speechPC>>"We need a fifth. I'm ''competing'' later."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<if $HS.costume == "Academy">> <<speech>>"Oh! That explains the outfit. You're here to get schooled."<</speech>> <br><br> <<else>> <<speech>>"And so your teammates sent you to...attract one? Doesn't say much for your chances, kitten."<</speech>> <br><br> <</if>> <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> I was red. The annoyance and anger boiling up inside me meant I //had// to be red. Turning on him, hands on my hips, I flicked my tails, not about to take his demeaning attitude. <br><br> <<speech>>"Whoah. Kitten's got some fight in her."<</speech>> He looked me over, curious. Then, smiled, pleased with himself, <<speech>>"Well, might want to hold up one of those signs so that they don't...misunderstand."<</speech>> <br><br> My cheeks flushed. What was I thinking, that someone could read my mind? <<speechPC>>"You play?"<</speechPC>> Was all I could manage. <<speech>>"Inviting me to your squad?"<</speech>> I nodded, eyes turning upward hopefully, <<speech>>"Not really in a competing mood. Here's my number, though."<</speech>> He tugged my phone out of my cleavage without asking, gave a chin motion indicating for me to unlock it. Then put in his number, name listed as: Good Luck. <br><br> As he walked off, I was infuriated. I was embarrassed. I was at a loss. And, I noticed that now that he had picked me up, no one was giving me the time of day. His alpha aura was keeping all these betas, gammas...zetas...at bay. <br><br><br> After a half hour or so, I left the hall to grab a coffee and return for the [[Open|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"]]. Hopefully the Boys would have turned someone up. <<else>> I was red. I //had// to be red. I was absolutely embarrassed. Tears began to well up in my eyes, threatening to smudge the 'whiskers', as I realized how demeaning the whole idea was. <<speech>>"Whoah, whoah, whoah. No need for those,"<</speech>> a broad thumb caught one from each of my eyes as I turned them upward towards him, surprisingly not ruining my eyeliner. <<speech>>"I'll be your fifth. How's that sound?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded quickly and took a step back, <<speechPC>>"T-thank you."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He smiled and waved, <<speech>>"See you later, kitten."<</speech>> <br><br> I darted out of there as fast as my legs would carry me. <<if $HS.costume == "Prestige">> My tits felt like they were about to bounce out of the bodice. <</if>> <<if $HS.costume == "Academy">> My skirt was certainly flipping up and removing any modesty I had left. <</if>> <<if $HS.costume == "Elder">> By the time I made it back to my room, the top had <<link "slid">><<upper>><</link>> down my stomach despite my urgent tugging, <<if $Body.braless == false>>bra<<else>>tits<</if>> on full display. I know every single person I passed, practically running, caught full-on view under my skirt of leaves. <</if>> <br><br> Fumbling with my keycard and wiping at my teary face, I plunged into my room. I stuffed the costume into the <<linkexpand "trashcan.">> trashcan. as fast as I could manage, ditching all pretention and desire to be Ahri any longer. Seen that way any longer. <br><br><br> <<upper>><<lower>><<feet>> <<face hurt1 runny>> Crumpled and overstuffing the bin, unceremonious and irretrievable, I stood there crying unattractively as I mourned the hours of work and the experience I had just gone through. I took another shower. I didn't care how long the water ran for. <br><br> When I extricated myself from the bathroom, stopped short, wiping my nose. "Holy shit. Wait. We have our fifth!" Ahri was lost, but that was a win. <br><br><br> Looking back at the ruined costume, I realized she deserved better than that. Rewarding myself for the victory, I plucked the ears as they hung from the rim. I got ready, tucked them into my hair and returned to the [[Open|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Stud"; $HS.cosplay = false]] as an accented version of myself. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<else>> <<speech>>"Ya look a little lost."<</speech>> <br><br> I stuttered unconvincingly, <<speechPC>>"Uh, //no//."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He chuckled and grinned, leaning against the railing beside me. One of his molded triceps brushed against me. <<speech>>"Games haven't started yet. Nothing to spectate."<</speech>> <br><br> I stumbled over my words, <<speechPC>>"We need a fifth. I'm ''competing'' later."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He looked me over, curious. Then, smiled, pleased with himself, <<speech>>"Well, you should at least hold up a sign. They won't understand your intentions otherwise."<</speech>> <br><br> My cheeks flushed. What was I thinking, that someone could read my mind? <<speechPC>>"You play?"<</speechPC>> Was all I could manage. <<speech>>"Inviting me to your squad?"<</speech>> I nodded, eyes turning upward hopefully, <<speech>>"Not really in a competing mood. Here's my number, though."<</speech>> He tugged my phone out of my back pocket without asking, gave a chin motion indicating for me to unlock it. Then put in his number, name listed as: Good Luck. <br><br> As he walked off, I was infuriated. I was embarrassed. I was at a loss. And, I noticed that now that he had picked me up, no one was giving me the time of day. His alpha aura was keeping all these betas, gammas...zetas...at bay. <br><br><br> After a half hour or so, I left the hall to grab a coffee and return for the [[Open|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"]]. Hopefully the Boys would have turned someone up. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-TwitchEarly.png">> <<outfit underwear>> <<shake 1s>>Bzzt.<</shake>> <br><br> <<shake 2s>>Bzzt.<</shake>> <br><br> <<shake 3s>>Bzzt.<</shake>> <br><br> Grunting, I swung my arm out, searching for my phone. It was across the room. <br><br> <<shake 4s>>Bzzt.<</shake>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Practically dumping myself out of the bed, I clambered over to punch the alarm //off//. <br><br> Rubbing my eyes and tucking my feet under myself, I considered what being awake was. The Boys in the next room wouldn't be up for an hour yet, at best. <<if $HS.twitchChap == true>><<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> mighta been, but I wasn't going to drag him along for what needed to be done.<</if>> <br><br> A quick rinse-off shocked my system fully alert, and barely fought the urge to enjoy the hot steam for longer than a couple minutes. Knowing time was of the essence, I dried off and sat on the edge of the bed pulling on the clothes I had set out last night. <br><br> It was early, so the hall was mostly empty -- most con-enjoyers tended to enjoy rolling up at the last minute. <br><br> With fewer bodies around, being the only female was even more apparent. I could feel the entirely-male audience deciding if to approach, how to approach. I quickly glanced over the board and got a basic grip on teams and comps. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TwitchFly][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]]>> ''DieQuest'' was a top contender. They had an alternate that I could approach. That would be bold AF. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchUn]]>> There were ''Unaffiliated'' players, of course. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchApp][$CC.maleAttention ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base --]]>> Or, I could let whomever had the ''confidence'' to approach //me// as the indicator of skill. <</crossroads>>
<<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <</if>> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri") || visited("HS002 - TwitchEarly")>> DieQuest were already ensconced in their chairs, running trainings and tactics. They seemed like they were locked in for the next few hours: practicing right up to the beginning of the competition. No wonder they were so highly ranked. Standing behind them was a much older guy, sipping a coffee. At first, the intensity with which he was watching the screens had me thinking he was a coach. But after a few quick counts that gave me the same answer, I realized he had to be their alternate. <br><br> It made sense, with a couple decades (and more than a few pounds) on any of the others, his twitch skills were probably deteriorating. But he still had that hunger in his eyes. <br><br> <span id="approach"> How to get his attention? <<crossroads #approach>> <<path>> There was the indirect... <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <br> I sidled up nearby, keeping my eyes on the DieQuest monitors. Almost instinctively, I felt him respond, <<speech "DieQuest Guy">>"Hey, hey. Private session..."<</speech>> a hand coming up to guide me away. My <<print $Body.eyes>> lifted to meet his, a look of confusion and unreproachability. He trailed off, both confused and intrigued. <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri") || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, I'm so sorry."<</speechPC>> I stepped away from the gaming chairs, but not away from him, nor quickly. Simply gaining some distance on his teammates. <<speech "DieQuest Guy">>"No, no," he laughed, his warding hand now waving, "clearly you aren't some...spy,"<</speech>> his movements mirrored mine, shifting away from the rest of DieQuest as well. <<speechPC>>"I //could// be!" My eyes flashed playfully, " I main Ahri."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> <<speech "DieQuest Guy">>"I can see that. Clearly a fit for you."<</speech>> <br><br> I modeled for him slightly, and he took advantage of the opportunity to let his eyes roam, <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>"<</speechPC>> I extended my hand and his --much grubbier -- clasped it firmly straight away. <<speech "Bric">>"Bric"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So you don't get to play today?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"Alternate. If one of them is sick, or--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"They don't look sick."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"No."<</speech>> His eyes had not left my outfit. Or rather what was under it. <<speechPC>>"You never get to compete? You //should// have a shot, ya know."<</speechPC>> My hand dropped to my hip, tugging the skirt down slightly to accentuate my hipbones and bare slightly more skin. <<speech "Bric">>"Not really..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Never?! What's the point?!"<</speechPC>> My eyes were wide, I bent forward at the waist, decolletage on full display, <<speechPC>>"You think they'd miss you? We're looking for a fifth and we're signed up for the Open..."<</speechPC>> I bit my lower lip, eyes on his though his were lower. Slightly submissive pose, on display. Subtext clear: get to compete, get time with //me//. <<speech "Bric">>"And get fired?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And get to //play//."<</speechPC>> I extended my hand, again, fingertips brushing his wrist lightly, <<speechPC>>"Look, I get it. How about you come back with me..." Let that linger, "...and meet the guys and...decide then?"<</speechPC>> I stepped backward, tough I kept my contact, slight pressure on his wrist as a subtle suggestion to come with. <br><br> He [[did|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Bric"]]. <<else>> <<speech "DieQuest Guy">>"Really? Well, I guess you are suited to the charm."<</speech>> <<speech "Bric">>"Bric,"<</speech>> he extended his grubbier hand to clasp mine. <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>. So, Bric, you don't get to play today?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"Alternate. If one of them is sick, or..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"They don't look sick."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"No."<</speech>> His eyes were darting between me and the team. He was enjoying the attention but not wanting to be called out. <<speechPC>>"You ever get to compete? Have a shot, ya know?"<</speechPC>> I looked off to the side and shifted my weight, cocking my hips slightly to encourage him to check me out, my gaze away so that he felt he had unconstrained opportunity. <<speech "Bric">>"Not really..."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You think they'd miss you? We're looking for a fifth and we're signed up for the Open."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Bric">>"And get fired?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And get to //play//."<</speechPC>> I extended my hand, hand, again, fingertips brushing his wrist lightly, <<speechPC>>"Look, I get it. How about you come back with me..." let that linger, "...and meet the guys and...decide then?"<</speechPC>> I stepped backward, tough I kept my contact, slight pressure on his wrist as a subtle suggestion to come with. <br><br> He [[did|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Bric"]]. <</if>> <<else>> "Oh, I'm so sorry." I stepped away from the gaming chairs, but not away from him, nor quickly. Simply gaining some distance on his teammates. He gave me an odd look and I couldn't quite gauge what was going on in his head, but he was turning back around. <br><br> Shit. I stepped forward, hand lightly touching his lower back, "Sorry again, excuse me..." He jerked back instinctively. <br><br> "Look, girlie..." his hand pushed mine aside. His face was firm. <br><br> "You get to play today?" <br><br> "This is a private session. Skeedaddle." <br><br> "We're looking for a fifth--" <br><br> "Ha. Well I have my team, and a job that I'd like to keep. Now scoot." I spun, defeated -- <<if $CC.spoiled == true>><<Stats Confident -->> where did ''he'' think he got off, treating me that way!<<else>>my boldness punished instead of rewarded --<</if>> and returned to my room to wait out the painful time until we played with [[whoever they managed|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"]]. <</if>> <<path>> or the direct approach. <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri") || $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 2>> "Bric, right?" I had pulled his name from the board, and he met my gaze as I stood beside him, squared up and serving my most confident self, "I've watched your streams." <br><br> He grinned. I don't think he was used to being approached by anyone who looked like me. <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> I stepped off to the side, giving him a look over one shoulder, "Don't worry. We'll be back soon enough," giving my best Ahri impression. Instantaneously, he was following me, the post he had been holding with such focus, vacant. His eyes were glued on my swaying form. Once out of earshot, "<<print $CC.name>>, and I don't think it's fair you're stuck watching." <br><br> "Me either. But if I were playing, I wouldn't get to talk to you. Jesus, <<print $CC.nam>> how much work did you put into all this?" <br><br> "Probably as much as you've put into League." He chuckled. <br><br> "Years? I doubt it." <br><br> I laughed back, matching him, "True. Now, I'm short one for our team, we're playing in the Open--" <br><br> "Whoah, whoah, whoah, you poaching?" <br><br> Affecting Ahri again: "There you are! Come to see new sights with me?" my grin sparkled. <br><br> "You're good. You play as well as you can mimic?" <br><br> "Better. <br><br> He pondered, looking back at the bank of gaming chairs, "...You gonna wear that the whole time?" <br><br> "We got a deal?" I shifted, urging him to follow back out of the hall, "Come on, meet the guys." <br><br> "We're keeping this on the DL, hear me, <<print $CC.name>>?" <br><br> <br><br> We had our [[fifth|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Bric"]]! <<else>> I stepped off to the side, giving him a look over one shoulder. He shifted, considering. I flashed a smile. His post was vacant. Once out of earshot, "<<print $CC.name>>, and I don't think it's fair with your talent, you have to watch." <br><br> "Me either. But if I were playing, I wouldn't get to talk to you." His grin was broader, but I could tell there was a cloud of doubt in his head as he considered our age disparity. <br><br> "Well, I'll do you one better. I'm short one for our team, and we're playing in the Open--" <br><br> "Whoah, whoah, whoah, you're ''poaching''?" <br><br> "It's a //crime// you don't get a seat." <br><br> "Is there a hidden camera? Are you trying to get me...fired?" He had considered a different word there. <br><br> "No one will know. No cap." I <<if $CC.freetime !== "church">>mock<</if>> genuflected and leaned in, "You get swapped in if they're sick...what about if you're 'sick'?" I bit my lower lip, <<print $Body.eyes>> pulling as good a puppy dog as I could manage. I let the beat settle for just long enough, then: "I'll be over there, we can go back to the hotel and I can introduce you to the guys." <br><br> He sighed, returning to DieQuest as I took up position by the exit of the hall. I saw him talking to them, putting on some kind of act, but they were too rapt in their training to catch his shitty performance. His eyes were flicking towards me, making sure I was still there. I smiled. <br><br> Soon we were headed back. <br><br> <br><br> We had our [[fifth|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Bric"]]! <</if>> <<else>> "Bric, right?" I had pulled his name from the board, and he met my gaze as I stood beside him, squared up and serving my most confident self, "I've watched your streams." <br><br> He frowned, looking at me, surprised, "You're not my usual demo." Disconnecting from his post, he gained some air between himself and the rest of the team -- probably as a safety precaution. <br><br> "I can't believe they won't let you rotate in." <br><br> "Not as quick as I used to be." <br><br> "As if! I've seen you destroy other squads just through your own lane, PUG or not." <br><br> "Mhm." He grinned broadly and took me in, then glanced back at their screens. <br><br> "I run a mean Ahri." <br><br> "What's the rest of your comp?" Strategic, not sexual interest. <br><br> "What you like to run. We pulled from your tier list." <br><br> The conversation continued like that, gaining purchase with a look or a smile when I stroked his ego, but fangirling wasn't working. <br><br> Eventually, I noticed the Boys had shown up and I hadn't even asked Bric to join us. Ethan was waving at me, confused. Shit. <br><br> Bric wasn't looking at me now. How long had it been like that? Fuck. <br><br> I had missed my opportunity, if there had been one. Too late now, I headed over as Ethan continued to flag me down, [[game time|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"]]. <</if>> <<contentsShared>> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> A hand brushed underneath my skirt boldly. I coughed in surprise, but it called me into focus. My hand swatted, but missed him. I spun, but couldn't find him. Gross behavior from gross guys. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </span> <<else>> I pushed through the crowd, trying to spy the black skull symbology. <br><br> They didn't seem to be camping any of the competitive banks of computers, so they weren't training. They weren't at any of the meet and greet tables. <br><br> Man, where were they? At least moving through the crowd seemed to save me from unwanted attention. I wasn't about to just go asking around in the manic environment -- a simple question to these types could open me up for a diatribe of condescension. Mansplaining. Wasted time as I tried to pry myself away from a neckbeard or milady...no thanks. <br><br> Maybe they weren't even in the Hall. <br><br> Maybe I was reaching too high for a top US team and poaching their alternate. <br><br> And then I was <<shake 2s>>dropped<</shake>>, ass-first to the floor, looking up to find exactly what I was looking for. <br><br> "Oh!" I winced in surprise and shock. I hit hard. His size and stature just treated me like a china shop. <br><br> My <<print $Body.eyes>> lifted, taking in not just a member of DieQuest, but ''the'' alternate, Bric. <br><br> I don't know if it was my 'thank god' smile, that he felt bad, or what I looked like, but his countenance went from pissed at me being in his way to, "Oh shit. I'm sorry!" <br><br> "It's okay, Bric!" I dusted myself off, and with a yank from him, I was back on my feet. He was incredulous, "Sorry, I was literally looking for you." <br><br> More incredulous, "I'm sorry. I don't...know you?" <br><br> I laughed and shook my head, "You're heading this way?" He nodded and I walked with him, no longer in his way, "I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "Well, uh, nice to meetcha. You were looking for //me//?" <br><br> "You found me --" <br><br> "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. I was a little...pissed."" <br><br> "Why?" Maybe this was my in. <br><br> "Just...frustrated. I know this is like the event of all events and I shouldn't expect to be swapped in //here//...I get it, they've got like a decade or so on me, and I __am__ the alternate, but the field is weak this year. Couldn't they afford to let me actually jungle once in a while?" <br><br> "Oh shit, I'm sorry." <br><br> "Yeah, yeah, well might as well quit. What's the point in just waiting around 'til I truly age out?" <br><br> "Or...join another team." I smiled brightly up at him. He stopped and we stood at the exit of the Hall. He took me in. I gave a shrug, my hands lifted slightly. <br><br> "That's why you were looking for me." I nodded. "For __me__?" I nodded. "I'm hungry. Let's talk about it over dinner?" I ''nodded''. "Do you...watch DieQuest streams or something?" <br><br> "Uh, Honestly? No." He laughed. We went out and ate and I got us our [[fifth|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Bric"]] <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-TwitchSearch.png">> With a shake of my head, I turned, heading to the gaming hall, ignoring their surprised calls and comments. <br><br> I was on my own. Someone had to be our champion. <br><br> The Hall was absolutely buzzing. <br><br> Every team was logging hours before dinner, and probably would be returning afterward, to eke out whatever edge they could manage. <br><br> I shouldered my way through the mass of bodies, some glassy-eyed at monitors, others waiting in line for a spot in a chair. The reaction to my rare female energy was a a mix of opposites: there were certainly some hands far more adventurous than they should have been -- taking advantage of the confusion of the crowd; while the rest gave me a wide berth or seemed pissed at my presence. <br><br> Peeking over heads, and between overweight bodies, I looked across the board listing tomorrow's schedule and competitors. Then a goosing from behind and yet //another// grabby goon getting away scott-free, I knew I needed to choose a course of action and ''quick''. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - TwitchFly][$Stats.Traits['Excitable'].base ++]]>> ''DieQuest'' was a top contender. They had an alternate that I could approach. That would be bold AF. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchUn]]>> There were ''Unaffiliated'' players, of course. <<path [[HS002 - TwitchApp][$CC.maleAttention ++; $Stats.Traits['Confident'].base --]]>> Or, I could let whomever had the ''confidence'' to approach //me// as the indicator of skill. <</crossroads>>
<<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <</if>> There were so many options. Too many. <br><br> Guys who loved League so much they had come to only __watch__. Others were grabbing empty chairs to play -- more to see who they //could// beat rather than having designs on the active competition. And then there were some had come to test their mettle, show off some skill, and maybe join one of the elite squads. <br><br> Any of them could have been competent, better, or worse. I could watch them play and see if I could pick out who might be the best skilled. I settled in to a rhythmic cadence: watch them in their lane, watch their choices in base, listen to their comms, but most importantly -- see who they mained; judge and move; judge and move. <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri") || visited("HS002 - TwitchEarly")>> Given the hour, there were far fewer prospects, which meant fewer to wade through, but doing this now meant I had far less time to decide. <br><br> <<if visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> My rhythm was constantly being interrupted. <<if $HS.costume == "Prestige">>I realized I had to essentially stand up straight or I'd find a phone trying to catch a good angle one way or the other. And forget about getting close enough to the players for a good view. The crowds were too dangerous.<<elseif $HS.costume == "Elder">>I think I swatted more hands in that half hour than bugs in my ''life''. And with every grope, they got far more than they expected and I had to move faster and further away to prevent myself from being accosted.<<elseif $HS.costume == "Academy">>A picture with me? Oh, sure. My costume's awesome, wow, um thank you. It was impossible to avoid these fanboys wanting to take home souvenirs with me. And they were not happy if I was distracted from the picture.<</if>> <br><br> I had to cut my losses. I couldn't keep focused, so I ducked out of the hall and wondered who the Boys [[would settle on|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Loser"]]. <<else>> Eventually I settled on this pimply kid who absolutely //destroyed// with Volibear. He had just won a match and was shifting out of his seat, shit-eating grin across his face. <br><br> "Nice one!" <br><br> "Yeah, y-" he was halfway into what felt like a pre-planned gloat before he was shocked into silence seeing it wasn't a dude approaching him. <br><br> "They didn't stand a chance. How are you not competing in the Open?" playing off his gawking. <br><br> "I mean, I coulda. Just...ya know, not ''that'' important." <br><br> 'Cool guy' had come back. Though the mask wasn't very practiced. <br><br> "You want to, though? I could use a fifth on my team." <br><br> "Your team?" He was stunned. World-view completely called into question. <br><br> "Yeah, I've always argued we needed a Voli." <br><br> "Uh sure, yeah. I'm down." <br><br> "Come on then, let's introduce you to the team." <br><br> "Sounds good." He perked up, seeing we were heading to the hotel. I knew what he was thinking. <br><br> "So their names are <<print $CC.friend1>>, Andrew, and Ethan..." I trailed off as we walked. He hadn't gotten the hint, "And I'm <<print $CC.name>>..." I looked at him. He was confused. Or poor boy and his EQ. <br><br> "Oh, right. Elijah." <br><br> Okay, hopefully he would recover quick enough to [[play|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Elijah"]]. <</if>> <<else>> Woof. So many people, luckily time was on my side. It was a slog and my brain hurt from all the mental notes, I was making, but eventually I settled on this pimply kid who absolutely //destroyed// with Volibear. He had just won a match and was shifting out of his seat, shit-eating grin across his face. <br><br> "Nice one!" <br><br> "Yeah, y-" he was halfway into what felt like a pre-planned gloat before he was shocked into silence seeing it wasn't a dude approaching him. <br><br> "They didn't stand a chance. How are you not competing in the Open?" playing off his gawking. <br><br> "I mean, I coulda. Just...ya know, not ''that'' important." <br><br> 'Cool guy' had come back. Though the mask wasn't very practiced. <br><br> "You want to, though? I could use a fifth on my team." <br><br> "Your team?" He was stunned. World-view completely called into question. <br><br> "Yeah, I've always argued we needed a Voli." <br><br> "Uh sure, yeah. I'm down." <br><br> "Come on then, let's introduce you to the team." <br><br> "Sounds good." He perked up, seeing we were heading to the hotel. I knew what he was thinking. <br><br> "So their names are <<print $CC.friend1>>, Andrew, and Ethan..." I trailed off as we walked. He hadn't gotten the hint, "And I'm <<print $CC.name>>..." I looked at him. He was confused. Or poor boy and his EQ. <br><br> "Oh, right. Elijah." <br><br> Okay, hopefully he would recover quick enough to [[play|HS002 - TwitchOpen][$HS.twitchFifth = "Elijah"]]. <</if>>
<<if $HS.cosplay == true && visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<set $HS.twitchWin ++>> There was something empowering -- and honestly, super fun -- walking to our bank of computers all dressed as our characters. It certainly would have been cooler if it had been all five, but we four were a almost statement enough. The impression we made was palpable, dressed as our mains. And we looked ''good''. <br><br> <</if>> <span id="open"> <<if $HS.twitchFifth == "Bric">> <<set $HS.twitchWin += 7>> The Boys were floored with me bringing back Bric. They were practically slobbering. Even Andrew, who was our resident doomsayer, suddenly became a believer. We hashed out our strategies (Bric leading the discussion) and were as prepped as we were ever going to be when... <<elseif $HS.twitchFifth == "Loser">> <<set $HS.twitchWin -= 2>> <<set $HS.twitchFifth == "Ryan Gary">> Ryan Gary -- why it was a full name, and //always// a full name -- was not the most inspired of choices. His account W/L was pathetic, but I think the Boys felt comfortable with him because they were all superior. And so, that's who we had to rely on as... <<elseif $HS.twitchFifth == "Stud">> <<if $HS.cosplay == false && visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>><<hairback "back_ahridefault">><<hair "hair_front_ahridefault">><</if>> <<set $HS.twitchWin -->> When we returned to the hall, Chuck -- learned his name eventually -- actually held up his end of the bargain, grinning when he saw me and moving towards me and the Boys. They, on the other hand, were not too pleased when they saw him. They got quiet as... <<elseif $HS.twitchFifth == "Elijah">> <<set $HS.twitchWin += $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value>> Elijah fell into the fold easily, despite being younger than us. There was a bit of friction with adolescent male pride, but we didn't have time for that as... <</if>> <<link "the Open began">><<replace "#open" t8n>> <<if $HS.cosplay == true && visited("HS002 - TwitchAhri")>> <br> I had not thought about these chairs when I designed my outfit. I could only keep my butt at the very front edge of the seat, since I had to make room for my tails between me and the back of the chair. My back was aching at the end of it all due to lack of support. But I looked damn good. <br><br> Looking good, but scared, excited...nervous. <br><br> When I get nervous, I feel cold. <br><br> Palms sweaty, the whole song thing. And the Open was a whole 'nother level of nervous adrenaline. <br><br> Normally, I'd be wearing sweats and comfy in my room, leaning into my knees with my feet up on my chair. Not today. <br><br> <<if $HS.costume == "Prestige">> I was practically shivering, goosebumps on goosebumps, rubbing my moist palms on my bare thighs. I'd clutch my hands across my body, rubbing my arms between matches to try and warm up a bit, which was giving a jiggling show to absolutely every onlooker, but it was either care about winning or care about decency. The crowd was pleased. <br><br> It was hard to decide whether the crowd was growing because of our play or my outfit. So much skin, nothing I could do when we were playing to pay attention to what was flashing... <br><br> After a couple rounds, either I got used to the sensation, or was too focused on the competition to care anymore. In the back of my mind, I noticed that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair, the miniskirt fully displaying my legs and framing the cleft them, my knees adding lift and pressure to my bodice. There'd be a light strobe or something else telling me that someone was capturing the moment for posterity. Couldn't think about it though. <<elseif $HS.costume == "Academy">> Once again, I was thankful for my choice of Ahri, protecting me from the worst of the elements and not exacerbating the extra cool clime. After a couple of rounds though, I noticed in the back of my mind that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair. Knee-high socks clinging to my legs on full display and skirt probably occasionally flashing extra peeks to the crowd. There'd be a light strobe or something else telling me that someone was capturing the moment for posterity. Couldn't think about it though. <<elseif $HS.costume == "Elder">> I was practically shivering, goosebumps on goosebumps, rubbing my moist palms on my bare thighs, stomach, and arms between matches to try and warm up a bit, which was giving a jiggling show to absolutely every onlooker, but it was either care about winning or care about decency. The crowd was pleased. <br><br> It was hard to decide whether the crowd was growing because of our play or my outfit. So much skin, nothing I could do when we were playing to pay attention to what was flashing... <br><br> After a couple rounds, either I got used to the sensation, or was too focused on the competition to care anymore. In the back of my mind, I noticed that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose on the chair, bare toes curled around the front lip. The 'miniskirt' of leaves hiked up completely around my splayed hips, fully displaying my legs <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> and the surprise of my pussy<<else>>and my underwear clutching<</if>> between them, my knees pushing up and against my barely contained tits. From a lot of angles, I'm sure I looked practically naked. There'd be a light strobe or something else telling me that someone was capturing the moment for posterity. Couldn't think about it though. <<else>> After a couple of rounds, I noticed in the back of my mind that I had returned to my gargoyle-like pose in my chair. Habits die hard, but I was focused on the enemy base. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $HS.twitchWin gt 10>> <<set $Memories.push("TwitchOpenWin")>> <<face shock>> The first rounds felt pretty typical to our weekly PUGs: we won. Honestly, we were crushing, vibing like we only managed on rare occasions. It took me until about midway through to realize that we were going far beyond expectations. <br><br> When we beat the first truly competitive team, I couldn't help myself: "No one will stand in my way!" my best impression, receiving laughs and applause. <br><br> Than another comp team fell to us -- were we making a run for it? <br><br> My heart was pounding in my chest. The Boys were leaned forward in their chairs. Were any of us blinking? My eyes hurt. <br><br> The end of the field was ''tough''. The way they chewed through Ethan's lane was uncanny. Hard lessons showing me where we needed to improve. <br><br> And then the final game ended. <br><br> We held our breath, watching the shifting leaderboard on the wall. <br><br> We hadn't won, but we had placed. In. The. Money. Each of us would walk with five hundred dollars. Crazy. <br><br> We <<shake>>screamed<</shake>>! We clutched at each other, tears were welling in my dry eyes. We hugged and hugged. In the moment, I was kissing <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>. Then <<print $CC.friend1>> nudged me with a gentle, "Uh, <<print $CC.name>>?" and I jerked back, breaking lingual contact in shock. <br><br> I was red-faced. I couldn't look at anyone. <br><br> No more words were spoken as we left the arena and headed to the administrative table. Pulling up the tail of the group <<if $HS.cosplay == true>>, literally and figuratively,<</if>> we got in line for our winnings. <br><br> <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> tried to say goodbye to me. I just shyly nodded and lifted up to peck him on the cheek. <br><br> Air gusted out of my chest as soon as he was gone. Ethan was glowering. I rolled my eyes at him and shrugged, flashing the money, "You unhappy?" <br><br> That didn't stop him from glowering. And then I noticed that the hall was strangely empty. <br><br> <br><br> First, I assumed that it was due to the end of the Open and the spectacle. But, then I realized: the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <<elseif $HS.twitchWin > 5 && $HS.twitchWin < 10>> The first couple rounds felt pretty typical to our weekly PUGs, and we won. <br><br> It was only about midway through that I began to realize that we were achieving far beyond expectations. <br><br> When we beat the first truly competitive team, I couldn't help myself: "No one will stand in my way!" in my best impression, receiving laughs and applause. <br><br> I shook my head in disbelief. I checked in with the Boys and they were agog as well. We had actually crested a couple of the ''real'' competitive teams in the final standings. Not in the money, not qualifying, but certainly an spoiler. <br><br> We jumped and hugged. High-fived. High-fived again. And I gave an extra squeeze to <<print $HS.twitchFifth>> as we said goodbye. Maybe it was the excitement but I was chittering away with him until I noticed the way my __actual__ teammates were looking at me. I stopped talking. He coughed and nodded, then waved and headed off, thanking us for including him and 'killing it'. <br><br> His departure made me register the change in the the hall. It was suddenly very different. Very empty. <br><br> <br><br> First, I assumed that it was due to the end of the Open and the spectacle. But, then I realized: the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <<else>> <<set $HS.twitchOpenLoss = true>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face angry>> <<shake 4s>>W-what?!<</shake>> With each successive loss, my fuming grew until the Boys barely would make eye contact with me. <br><br> After we hit the bottom of the rankings, they had to talk me off a cliff. I'd rather withdraw then lose. But they insisted. I was //pissed// at them for insisting. <br><br> Thankfully we made our way through a couple wins, ending up below the competitive teams and mid-pack amongst the rest of the competition. Though in that moment of fury, I couldn't be pleased with the result. <br><br> We slid out of our chairs. You could feel the energy pushing everyone away from me, especially with <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>. He ditched without a word. His departure made me register the change in the the hall. It was suddenly very different. Very empty. <br><br> <br><br> First, I assumed that it was due to the end of the Open and the spectacle. But, then I realized: the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. Ugh. Maybe we could at least win //that//. <<else>> I don't know what result I really expected, but it shouldn't have surprised me that as the losses mounted, I had to talk Ethan off the cliff of withdrawing. <br><br> And he did get back in his chair. <br><br> We ended up below the competitive teams and mid-pack amongst the rest of the competition. <br><br> We slid out of our chairs, barely able to maintain eye contact with each other, especially <<print $HS.twitchFifth>>. He ditched without a word. His departure made me register the change in the the hall. It was suddenly very different. Very empty. <br><br> <br><br> First, I assumed that it was due to the end of the Open and the spectacle. But, then I realized: the [[Cosplay competition|HS002 - TwitchCC]] was about to begin. <</if>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. </span>
/* max twitchCosWin == 7 - but needs to be super attractive and choose right outfit */ <<set _CC = random(2,9)>> <<if $HS.cosplay == true>> <<if $HS.costume>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<else>> <<outfit ahri>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $HS.twitchOpenLoss == true>> We shuffled out, dejected. I was more than happy to shove bodies out of my way to release some of my anger and disappointment. Even better when they get angry back -- and then see who pushed them. <br><br> <<elseif $Memories.includes("TwitchOpenWin")>> <<face happy>> Adrenaline was pounding. We felt on top of the world. No one could stop us pushing our way through the masses towards the cosplayers. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $HS.cosplay == true>> There were some last minute outfit fixes. Hours of competition and being seated had not been kind to what we had designed to wear __standing__. We pressed out the crumples and wrinkles that we could, but overall I was rather impressed at the care the Boys had taken with their costumes. They'd come quite a way from not wanting to dress up. <br><br><br> We slotted into line, arguing a bit about what our order our squad should be in: did the placement made sense given who our jungler was? <br><br> It was pedantic and wouldn't affect our rating with one exception: I ended up in front. Not sure whether that was to show me off first and foremost, or simply to give //them// a better perspective. <br><br> Video game concepts were strong and plentiful. Some threw back to movies like Legend -- a Tim Curry Darkness was killer -- others tried out original cosplays, and most of the girls (and some guys) were wearing the 'vibe' of characters in an unmistakable attempt to look hot. <br><br><br> In the final three was: a team of Incredibles, a Melina from Elden Ring that...took some liberties with the look, <<linkexpand "and...">> and... <br><br> <<if $HS.twitchCosWin gte _CC>> <<set $Memories.push("TwitchCosWin")>> One of the judges stood up, leaning over the folding table and peered, eyes like focused lasers right at the posing contenders. <br><br> You could feel every matted hair, every painted bit of skin getting taught under the scrutiny. You could sense the pick-me energy. I know, 'cuz I had it. <br><br> I felt a tug on my wrist and the suddenness had me stumbling forward. <<print $CC.friend1>> grinned broadly at me, yanking me again as I trailed the rest of the Boys. <br><br> As I passed the table, that judge slid out from behind it, whispering in my 'real' ears, "Nice Ahri." His beefy arm nudging me further along and towards the Boys, but not without getting a bit of accidental action. <br><br> Then the selection. <br><br> Getting this far was //massive// and super-exciting, "You were right," Ethan rolled his eyes, "you were right..." Drew gave begrudgingly. <<print $CC.friend1>> just kept that dumb smile. The Boys were leaning in close to me, a protective little arc, but also keeping me front and center. <br><br> The judges conferred. The crowd cheered as we were given alternating opportunities to show off for them. I definitely had my contingent of fans. <br><br> After a bit of back and forth, each group walked away a 'winner' with some superlative, <<linkexpand "but...">> but... <<face shock>> <br><br> "League of Legends!" That handsy judge bellowed as he gave a full mouth of teeth, waving me towards the table again, "Best Group Cosplay //and// Best of the Year" he announced again. Before I had been protected by the Boys, but now the excitement had shattered their focus. They were losing it and enjoying the audience's attention while, behind them, I was enduring the attention of a more adventurous investigation of my...outfit. <br><br><br> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> It felt good. Not just the winning. <<else>> I tried to focus on the cash prize I was being handed as best I could. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> a full on Hulkbuster from Infinity War. <br><br> Ouch. <br><br> Dejected, we waited with the other costumed losers, awaiting final decision. <br><br> After a bit of back and forth, each walked away a winner with some superlative, but the overall victor was Melina. She leapt up to the stage to accept her bounty, her dress fluttering widely and revealing what little she had underneath. Then she turned, bowing forward and presenting her cleavage for the entire crowd. A deep, long and proud hold before jumping up and off the platform again. The flash of skin was clearly purposeful and not simply due to her excitement. An extra gift to the mostly-male audience. <br><br> I could see Ethan already working at getting his costume pieces off. The other two were giving displeased. <br><br> So much for //that// idea...would never get their buy-in again. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> We settled in at one side of the divided hallway, crowds assembling on either side of a 'runway' where the competitors were walking, showing off to the crowd before being judged at a far platform. <br><br> It was impressive! <br><br> People had gone to great lengths and looked amazing. I poked <<print $CC.friend1>> in the side and gave a 'told ya' look. "Yeah, you def woulda looked hotter than most of them." I rolled my eyes, the next poke converted into a punch. <br><br> Video game concepts were strong and plentiful. Some threw back to movies like Legend -- a Tim Curry Darkness was killer -- others tried out original cosplays, and most of the girls (and some guys) were wearing the 'vibe' of characters in an unmistakable attempt to look hot. <br><br><br> <<if $HS.twitchCosWin gte _CC>> <<set $Memories.push("TwitchCosWin")>> In the final three was: a team of Incredibles, a Melina from Elden Ring that...took some liberties with the look, <<linkexpand "and...">> and...the judges began to argue. <<face shock>> <br><br> One of the judges stood up, leaning over the folding table and peered, eyes like focused lasers right at the posing contenders, then swiped long and away from them. You could see them all go from tense excitement to confused disappointment like a ripple. <br><br> The crowd got quiet. The spectators all began looking around, also confused. Then, I felt a tug on my wrist, the suddenness had me stumbling forward. I was out from the masses and across the divide, alone. All eyes on me. Nothing made sense. I looked at the judge but he was just nodding and giving all his teeth as he waved me forward. I felt very cold all of a sudden, making my way over to the platform. <br><br> "Nice Ahri." He leaned in and smiled, his beefy arm giving me a nudge over to the finalists. <br><br> "I mean, y-yeah but..." I was the definition of a deer in headlights. <br><br> "Shhh..." <br><br> "I didn't even enter--" <br><br> "...go on now." I shook my head, shrugging back at the Boys but they were stunned and loving my confusion, all smiles and simultaneous frowns. <br><br> I think I blacked out. <br><br> I do remember winning. //Winning// the "Best Hot Tub Cosplay" category. I didn't think that was on the docket, and nobody else besides that judge did either. It meant a cool hundred cash, though, so I wasn't going to argue, despite the fact that the winnings exchange came with enduring his attention and a more adventurous investigation of my...outfit. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> In the final three was: a team of Incredibles, a Melina from Elden Ring that...took some liberties with the look, and a full on Hulkbuster from Infinity War. <br><br> After a bit of back and forth, each walked away a winner with some superlative, but the overall victor was Melina. She leapt up to the stage to accept her bounty, her dress fluttering widely and revealing what little she had underneath. Then she turned, bowing forward and presenting her cleavage for the entire crowd. A deep, long and proud hold before jumping up and off the platform again. The flash of skin was clearly purposeful and not simply due to her excitement. An extra gift to the mostly-male audience. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br><br> Wow. What a fucking day. <br><br> All of the intensity and excitement of the past few hours came out of us in a frenzy of chattering and laughter. We wandered the halls, checked vendor booths, caught some other competitions...but at a certain point we realized that everything was shutting down and we had nothing else to burn our endless energy on. It was time for us to head back to our [[rooms|HS002 - Twitch_Company]].
A massive perk of being at a convention like this was the fact that I got a room to myself. Privacy and space. <br><br> The downside of the same perk was that meant boredom and loneliness. Especially once we all shuffled to our rooms, it felt like a massive let down. The room was too quiet. Too empty. <br><br> <<image framed "passage/HS002-Twitch_Company.png">> It was the pinnacle of this momentous convention and I was going to spend it like this? <br><br> <div id="company"> <<crossroads #company>> <<path>> Yep. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<outfit underwear>> It had been exhausting and I needed me time. The Boys had been a lot, and so had all the rest of the testosterone-laden convention attendees. At that moment in my life, I couldn't imagine having so many hands and eyes on me ever again. It was like the basest of male behavior with the lowest quotient of social restraint had met in one place and there had only been one outlet: me. <br><br> There were a lot of things about TwitchCon that truly had been a dream come true, but there were quite a few others that made me reticent to come back ever again. <br><br> I took a longer shower to wash off the groping and misogyny before climbing into bed and letting some trash TV put me to sleep. <br><br><br> The rest of the convention was a blast. All of the competitiveness behind us, we had the opportunity to check out booths of our favorite streamers, get some merch, and eat some shitty con-food before [[heading back home|HS002 - PromDress]]. <<path $HS.twitchChap == true>> No. I needed company. And <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> sounded like just what I needed. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> I had been surrounded and inundated by testosterone all day. I felt phantom eyes and ghost hands on me even sitting alone in my room. The sensation of being grabbed and looked at had been so constant that even alone, the memory was sticking with me. And it was making me hot. <br><br> Biting my lower lip, I shot a text over to <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>, <<call>>"Hey, mind helping me with something?"<</call>> I couldn't believe I was being so bold. He was in the same room as The Boys. Would they begin to wonder? What was <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> thinking right now? He hadn't texted back, but I had a read-receipt. <br><br> A knock at the door. Avoiding texting and just coming...typical Boomer. I laughed to myself as I went to answer the <<linkexpand "door">> door. <br><br> His eyes were wide, concerned, "Everything okay?" <br><br> I stepped back, "Yeah, just was lonely." <br><br> <<if $HS.cosplay == true>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<else>> <<outfit underwear>> <</if>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == $CC.DName>> "Oh." He perked up, grinning and following me in. I had wondered if that was the plan (or hope) for him all along. <br><br> The door shut behind him. <br><br> It didn't take any more conversation. We moved over to the bed, taking full advantage of the special conditions of being away, at a hotel together. <br><br> <<if $HS.cosplay == true>> "I really like this cat outfit thing." He tugged at one of my tails, yanking me back against him. <br><br> "I'll keep it on then." I dropped down onto all fours. <br><br> He didn't need to know it wasn't a cat, and cat-pose was good enough for us both. <br><br> He snuck out later in the night due to his charges in the other room, my friends, leaving me quite sated. I had bidden hands groping and allowed eyes leering. It felt cleansing. And dirty. <br><br> I slept hard and well, still in what remained of my disheveled Ahri costume. <<else>> "Why didn't you dress up?" A casual comment that bit a little more than it needed to. <br><br> "You wanted clothes on?" A playful retort that said all that he needed to hear to shut up. <</if>> He snuck out later in the night due to his charges in the other room, my friends, leaving me quite sated. I had bidden hands groping and allowed eyes leering. It felt cleansing. And dirty. <br><br> I slept hard and well. <<else>> "Oh, o..okay." He looked so confused. It was cute. I ushered him in and had him join me on the bed. "You want to put...something on?" <br><br> I shook my head, cuddling close to him on the bed. He really didn't seem to get it. <br><br> I wanted it to be //his// hands on me, his eyes eating me alive. But he seemed content to wrap his arm around me, draw me close enough against his body to make any of those things happen, but didn't. <br><br> We watched trash TV until I fell asleep. <br><br> I woke in the middle of the night to find him gone and my pussy on fire. It needed quenching, so I dug my hand in and worked myself off a few times in rapid succession. The fire didn't abate, but it was enough to let me sleep. <br><br> I cried myself to slumber that night, maybe because of the rejection, maybe because of the lewdness and misogyny of the day. Maybe all of it. <</if>> <br><br><br> The rest of the convention was a blast. All of the competitiveness behind us, we had the opportunity to check out booths of our favorite streamers, get some merch, and eat some shitty con-food before [[heading back home|HS002 - PromDress]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path visited("HS002 - TwitchApp")>> No. I needed company. And 'Good Luck' sounded like just what I needed. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> I had been surrounded and inundated by testosterone all day. I felt phantom eyes and ghost hands on me even sitting alone in my room. The sensation of being grabbed and looked at had been so constant that even alone, the memory was sticking with me. And it was making me hot. <br><br> Biting my lower lip, I shot a text over to Chuck, <<call>>"U up?"<</call>> I couldn't believe I was being so bold. After a few moments, I looked at my phone again, frowning. He hadn't texted back, but I had a read-receipt. <br><br> A knock at the door. My heart started beating //fast//. Avoiding texting and just coming...what else should I have expected. I laughed to myself as I went to answer the <<linkexpand "door">> door. <<if $HS.cosplay == true>> <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<else>> <<outfit underwear>> <</if>> "Hello, <<if $HS.cosplay == true>>kitten<<else>><<print $CC.name>><</if>>." He smiled, leaning against the doorframe, not looking at me even as I stood there in front of him. <br><br> Rolling my eyes at him, I gave his sinewy arm a pull. He sauntered into the room as the essence of everything about today: men proudly and confidently taking and getting what they wanted. He pulled his shirt over his head and didn't spend time assessing what was going on or wasting time. <br><br> I had texted him for a reason and this was the reason, no bones about it. It may not have been the way I imagined it...or maybe it was exactly what a deeper part of me wanted. <br><br> <<if $HS.cosplay == true>>He ruined my tails, using them for handles. He rent my costume in passion and left me a disheveled mess.<</if>> <br><br> After we were done, he grunted something out about how he loved nerd girls. <br><br> "What? Why?" <br><br> He just chuckled, putting his clothes back on and leaving. <br><br> As I went to bed, I still experienced hands, still felt eyes. My skin stung from being manhandled, but it was no longer phantom mind-pains, it was real. The feeling inside me reassured me of that. <<include "HS000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<vCardCheck "Chuck" M "Chuck after the TwitchCon Open">> <br><br><br> The rest of the convention was a blast. All of the competitiveness behind us, we had the opportunity to check out booths of our favorite streamers, get some merch, and eat some shitty con-food before [[heading back home|HS002 - PromDress]]. <</linkexpand>> <<path $Memories.includes("TwitchCosWin")>> No. I needed company. And that judge sounded like just what I needed. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> I had been surrounded and inundated by testosterone all day. I felt phantom eyes and ghost hands on me even sitting alone in my room. The sensation of being grabbed and looked at had been so constant that even alone, the memory was sticking with me. And it was making me hot. <br><br> Biting my lower lip, I found the card that that judge had slipped into the crotch of my waistband, <<call>>"Hey, it's Ahri. Room 401."<</call>> I couldn't believe I was being so bold. I don't know what it was about that guy anyway...Harvey, his card said. Maybe he was just the pinnacle of everything I had experienced today and so he felt most //right//. Nothing? No text? "Ugh!" I flicked his card across the room, deciding how to fix this frustration now. <br><br> A knock at the door. My heart started pounding. Avoiding texting and just coming...typical Boomer. I laughed to myself as I went to answer the <<linkexpand "door">> door. <br><br> "Looks even better now. You definitely deserved the win." He smiled, stepping into the room and tugging me back against him by one of my tails. <br><br> We spent the entire night with me in that winning cosplay and him in absolutely nothing (winning). I was cooing out every line I could remember she had, and at a certain point, I didn't have to think anymore. I was fully in-character, Ahri with some lane-judge who wasn't content with one round, but expected servicing and prep for the next one, all the while toying with my ears and tails. <br><br> I woke up the next morning shaking because he was going again. I was so incredibly sore and my outfit was a sticky, sweaty mess, but he had nothing to do that day. We had ended with him ontop of me so he probably picked right back up where we left off. <br><br> I had to make some excuses for my late-joining The Boys and was very delicately picking my way through the convention: a lot of sitting, but I don't think they really understood why. <<outfit "ahri" + $HS.costume>> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<vCardCheck "Harvey" M "Harvey, the TwitchCon Cosplay judge">> <<set _atCon = true>> <<include "HS000 - Cheating">> <br><br><br> The rest of the convention was a blast. All of the competitiveness behind us, we had the opportunity to check out booths of our favorite streamers, get some merch, and eat some shitty con-food before [[heading back home|HS002 - PromDress]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $HS.modelHire = $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> <<set _rand = random(1,6)>> <<if $CC.hometown == "NY" || $CC.hometown == "LA">><<set _rand += 2>><</if>> Being offered the opportunity to be a model was earth-shattering. I mean, I knew I was good-looking. At least, based on how other people reacted to me, what people said...even though when I looked in the mirror I only saw the imperfections and would //die// to look the way that the __real__ models did. But. That could be me? I was in High School...but I guess that's really where everyone else got their start. If not earlier. <br><br> Whether it was legit or not, whether I could hack it or not, well...I guess I'd find out. <br><br> Here was the chance at //everything// a girl dreamed of. /* TODO Mira - Here's a place where options only open based on traits/skills */ <div id="casting"> <<if _rand lte 3>> Adam Was literally the <<link "first guy">><<replace "#casting">> <br><br> I wasn't sure how <<if $CC.dad !== 0>> <<else>><<print $CC.DName>> and <</if>><<print $CC.MName>> would feel about the idea of modeling -- there was a nagging at the back of my head that couldn't quite place anyone in particular that had been discovered in my neck of the woods. But I was determined to take a shot. A quick Google had confirmed the location on the card, though there was a blank when it came to the agency. A search of my area didn't pull up other agencies...so it was all in line, I guess. Legit, probably? <br><br> With nerves on top of nerves, I headed down to the address on the business card. <<if $CC.hometown == "LA">>Smack dab in Skid Row. Not a place you ever wanted to go.<<elseif $CC.hometown == "NY">>It wasn't Manhattan. Deep in Brooklyn, nowhere I'd ever ventured -- and been told to stay away from.<<else>>An industrial neighborhood. Not much going on and not where anyone was 'supposed' to go.<</if>> But I //needed// to go. <br><br> I may have skipped one of my last classes. I definitely didn't tell anyone where I was going. I was not about to risk asking for a ride, so public transportation it was. <br><br> I was by far the most done-up person around and wasn't wearing the most comfortable clothes on earth. They hadn't said I needed to wear anything in particular, but I wouldn't miss an opportunity to dress to impress. <br><br> My knuckles [[rapped on the door|HS002 - CastingSeed]] as I tried to swallow and get rid of this dry mouth. <</replace>><</link>> to come up to me with the idea. Saw me, discovered //me//. <br> <<else>> Adam hadn't been the //first// guy with the idea. The first one had freaked me out. I had kept that time to myself. <br><br> I had heard stories. I didn't want to be taken advantage of...but man, when there were multiple offers and chances. I kind of had to buy in and take the <<link "chance">><<replace "#casting">> <br><br> I wasn't sure how <<if $CC.dad !== 0>> <<else>><<print $CC.DName>> and <</if>><<print $CC.MName>> would feel about the idea of modeling -- especially with the office being <<if $CC.hometown == "LA">>next to Skid Row<<elseif $CC.hometown == "NY">>in Greenpoint<<else>>a posh neighborhood<</if>> -- but I was determined to take a shot. A quick Google had confirmed the agency on the card, location, and surfaced some references across the Web. So, legit? <br><br> With nerves on top of nerves, I headed down to the address on the business card. I may have skipped one of my last classes. I definitely didn't tell anyone where I was going. I was not about to risk asking for a ride, so public transportation it was. <br><br> I was by far the most done-up person around and wasn't wearing the most comfortable clothes on earth. They hadn't said I needed to wear anything in particular, but I wouldn't miss an opportunity to dress to impress. <br><br> My knuckles [[rapped on the door|HS002 - CastingProf]] as I tried to swallow and get rid of this dry mouth. <</replace>><</link>>. Right? <</if>> </div>
<<Stats Confident ++>><<Stats Performance ++>> The door buzzed and I pressed inside, seeing a middle-aged woman behind a desk, barely glancing up before returning to the stack of paper on her desk. They used paper? <<speech "Secretary">>"Appointment?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Uh..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Secretary">>"Sit."<</speech>> A quick hand motion and, as if she were moving me like a marionette, I dropped into a chair. Time passed. I wondered if I had been forgotten. Then, <<speech "Secretary">>"Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>, down the hall to your left. Look for Adam's door. Should be open."<</speech>> My head bobbing, it felt like I was darting out of the waiting room and down the hall, my eyes tracked side to side across nameplates and seeing, "Adam Marcus" I poked my head in the slightly ajar <<linkexpand "doorway.">>doorway. <<image framed "passage/HS002-CastingProf.png">> <br><br> A pair of bedraggled eyes lifted from behind the desk...man, did //anyone// like their jobs here? He sighed, pushing some pictures and folders aside on his desk, more for changing gears than needing to make space. It wasn't the guy who I had met. Oh, shit. <br><br> <<speech "Adam">>"<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>, yeah?" He stood, stretching and used his head to instruct me in and over towards a wall where there was a grey butcher paper roll extended to the floor and lighting soft boxes ready to go. "Thanks for coming in, Jared told me he gave you the card what...in a CVS?"<</speech>> I nodded. <br><br> <<speech "Adam">>He laughed and rolled his eyes, "Ugh. Well, as much as I'd love for this to work out for you, I don't want //another// amazing discovery stories going around. It's just not how it works, really."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, of course not."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Adam">>"Except in your case."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Right?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Adam">>He smiled, I could tell he was trying to put me at ease as he slowly rounded his world-weary desk and got behind his camera, pre-set on a tripod. "Right. Just don't fuel the fire, come up with some unbearable tale of the number of casting calls you went to...hundreds upon hundreds of pretty faces, girls looking just like you...Alright. Time for the swimsuit set. Guessing Jared didn't give you the details of today?"<</speech>> It was then that I realized he'd been subtly guiding me, fully disarmed, through the first set of pictures. Front, side, side, full-body, headshot, smiling and commercial...jesus, this guy was good. And quick. <<speechPC>>"Uh, no. I didn't bring anything with me..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Adam">>"Speaking of which...you came alone?" An awkward nod. "Shit." <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"W-what? I'm sorry--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Adam">>"Oh, no no no, this is ''not'' your fault. Guessing Carol didn't mention paperwork? Give you anything?" The not-smile that I gave him was enough, "Okay. Well, there are parental release forms, and waivers that need to be signed. Emphasis on need. They won't be done today, clearly."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>I chuckled, trying to play it off, "Clearly."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Adam">>"But we'll send you home with them and we can't proceed until we get those squared away. Understood?" A firm, paternal-like look. I nodded. "Okay. Well, we could either wait for that or continue, but it's up to you, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte ($Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value)>> I had to get home and [[get those papers|HS002 - CastingPapers][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base --]] in order. NOW. <<else>> Papers? And have a no before I even started? That could wait. <br><br> But I wasn't going to strip down in this cold empty room. There had to be a [[changing area|HS002 - Profesh]]. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> It'd be awkward in [[just a bra|HS002 - Profesh]], but I figured he'd seen thousands of women in less. <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> I figured he's seen thousands of women [[fully naked|HS002 - Profesh]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Parental Consent forms */ I cleared my throat all through dinner, <<print $CC.MName>> looking across the table after the first few minutes, <<speech $CC.MName>>"You alright, dear?"<</speech>> <<if $CC.dad == 0>>She raised a conspiratorial eyebrow, <<speech $CC.MName>>"Trying to call out sick?"<</speech>><<else>>and <<print $CC.DName>> chuckled, <<speech $CC.DName>>"Trying to call out sick tomorrow?"<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> Blowing it off with an awkward, <<speechPC>>"Nooo..."<</speechPC>> I tried to lock down on my tic, but occasionally found myself fighting phantom phlegm. By the time it was done, I had decided on who to ask. Just a John Hancock, right? <br><br> <<if $CC.mom == 1 && $CC.dad == 0>> <<print $CC.EDName>> would do the trick. I waited until we had some time together, just the two of us. <<speechPC>>"Hey, um, so...like crazy story."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.DName>>"Uh-oh." He was smiling //and// frowning.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No, no."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.DName>>"Why aren't you telling your Mom?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I will, eventually. Maybe. I just don't know if she'll understand."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.DName>>"Honey. Usually mothers are...better at these things. That doesn't mean I don't //want// to--I'm only not sure that--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"''Dad''. Can I just...show you something?"<</speechPC>> And so I pulled out my phone, giving the preface I had prepped over the past couple days and <<if visited("HS002 - Profesh")>>started showing him the pictures, reassuring him before we got to the underwear shots.<<else>>pulled up the information about the agency and the card and how that abortive first session went. How Adam was.<</if>> He considered. I could tell he was uncomfortable with his little girl, but he could hear my excitement. <br><br> <<speech $CC.DName>>"Okay. Just. Do me a favor. Two favors. Be careful."<</speech>> I rolled my eyes. <<speech $CC.DName>>"And tell your mother."<</speech>> Another eye roll, this time with a smile. <br><br> And he signed. <<elseif $CC.dad == 1 || $CC.dad == 2>> <<print $CC.MName>> tended to be more...permissive. So, I waited for a moment when he wasn't around -- didn't want to deal with any aspect of a Daddy's little girl syndrome -- before launching in. <br><br> <<speech $CC.MName>>"Whoah, whoah, whoah." She laughed at my rapid-fire talking, waving her hand at the papers that just suddenly appeared in front of her with all that tiny text. "What is going ''on'' here, <<print $CC.name>>?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>I swallowed, took a breath. "So. Out of nowhere, I got scouted."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"Scouted?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You know how big a deal that is? I was just like...walking through SEE-VEE-ESS and I got //scouted//..." She nodded, eyes narrowing, thinking. "Mom." My hand touched hers, not putting it on the pen, just contact.<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>I could see the reaction, though she tried to mask it, "Okay. Just...don't run off on your own. Keep me in the loop."<</speech>> She was signing, barely reading...I hadn't either, <<speech $CC.MName>>"And," she lowered her voice conspiratorially, "We'll keep him //out// of the loop as long as possible."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I love you." //That// reaction she didn't try to cover.<</speechPC>> <<else>> <<print $CC.DName>>, always Daddy's girl even to not-my-Dad. He was harder to nail down and I had to wait until <<print $CC.MName>> was out running errands before trying my luck, <<speechPC>>"So ya know how you always hear about some random actor or celebrity just getting found on like, the street...outta nowhere?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.DName>>"And football players too, sometimes." Oblivious, but at least he was engaging.<</speech>> Before he could tell me the tale of some amazing football discovery, <<speechPC>>"Well, I was."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.DName>>"You were...oh, you're famous now?" He gave me a look as if it were some game. He hadn't connected the dots.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Ugh. I got ''scouted''. I wanna try modeling. I might have a shot."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.DName>>His chin jutted forward a bit, nodding and a casual little shrug, "Sure."<</speech>> Wow, I thought that'd be harder. He smiled a bit, surprised as if he hadn't realized I came fully cocked and ready, but he signed and then went into what he wanted to talk about: Kurt Warner. Whatever. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gte random(6, 10)>> <<if visited("HS002 - Profesh")>> And then came the call from [[Adam|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <<else>> When I returned the papers, an associate gave me a perfunctory set of shots and politely kicked me out of the studio. And then came the call from [[Adam|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <</if>> <<else>> And I waited (patiently?) [[by the phone|HS002 - ModelOutro]]. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS022-Profesh.png">> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> <<outfit naked>> There was a split-second between what he had expected and what was happening. He lurched forward, hands outstretched, but then recoiling back -- as if his body was fighting itself, <<speech "Adam">>"No-no-no-s-stop, please."<</speech>> I stopped. My <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes giant, worried. My hands frozen halfway through depositing my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>>. He shielded his eyes. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> came my sheepish bleat. <<speech "Adam">>"Could you...um."<</speech>> He motioned off to the side of his setup, a changing area. Shit. <<speechPC>>"Oh, s-sure. Sorry, so sorry."<</speechPC>> I stumbled over behind the room divider, clutching my clothes as modestly as possible. <br><br> I was absolutely beet-red. <<link "Stripping">><<lower>><<feet>><</link>> down behind the //specific// //thing// //made// //for// //this//, I felt like such a noob. Such an idiot. I hadn't wanted to make him uncomfortable and the silence was deafening. <<speech "Adam">>"There's some spanks and a few sports bras back there if you need them..." The kindness in his voice made it worse, "Don't worry, they're fresh."<</speech>> I didn't respond, just <<link "pulling on">><<outfit underwear>><</link>> the necessaries and stepping out from behind the separator. <<speechPC>>"Really, I'm--"<</speechPC>> he shook his head and motioned me over to the drop and I shuffled over as pliantly as possible. <<speech "Adam">>"Great. Same as before..." We went through another cycle of shots and then he gave a casual, bright move of his head, indicating the panels again, "You can leave those back there, or take them with you, and then we'll go through what we've taken. How's that sound?"<</speech>> Nodding, I moved behind, and despite the offer, underwear still didn't strike me as comfortable, so I deposited them as carefully as I could near where I had taken them and came back out: <<link "clothed">><<outfit default>><</link>>. <<speech "Adam">>"Alright, ready for the assessment?"<</speech>> He was already behind his desk again, a small monitor arranged towards the chairs on my side. I deposited myself into one of them and leaned forward, excited, trying to push down the embarrassment of moments before. He made it easy. <br><br> He began flicking through the digital photos, rapid fire, settling on: <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> one where a sparkle had settled into my <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes, <<speech "Adam">>"You've got very welcoming and interesting eyes."<</speech>><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a close up that framed me from neck to crown, <<speech "Adam">>"The camera really likes you -- you see that?"<</speech>> I nodded. It did.<</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("smile")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a picture where I must have been laughing at something he said, <<speech "Adam">>"I can't help but smile too...you've got an infectious one."<</speech>> He made me smile again.<</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a half-body crop, from when I had undressed, <<speech "Adam">>"Just getting into the real part of the biz, now. Your breasts are...eye catching."<</speech>><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a photo he had caught while I was mid-motion, turning for him, <<speech "Adam">>"Your body's tone is fantastic. Whatever you do, or don't do...keep it up."<</speech>> He laughed. I shrugged.<</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> he coughed as he stopped on one of me facing away from him, <<speech "Adam">>"Underwear, bikinis, hell even a good pair of jeans? You'd compliment them well."<</speech>><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> I had been slightly in relevé, <<speech "Adam">>"An aspect that is key for any model, the ratio of your legs is perfect."<</speech>><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("charm")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a slow rotation of a few he had caught, I must have been talking, <<speech "Adam">>"You're so natural, not even doing anything, the camera is pulled to you."<</speech>><</if>> finally, a full-body, straight on, <<if $CC.height gt 0>><<speech "Adam">>"Got a stature that works for all kinds of work, even runway."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "Adam">>"Just being honest. You aren't going to hit the runway, so it does narrow the work you can do."<</speech>><<set $HS.modelHire -->><</if>> <br><br> His eyes checked in with me, considering my reaction. He pushed a set of papers towards me, <<speech "Adam">>"Take care of these and here..." he pointed to one he pulled apart from the rest, "Give me your email and I can send you over all the pictures we took today. And then? You'll either hear from me or you won't. But we've got you on file and we'll see what comes in."<</speech>> I nodded, couldn't help but feel defeated as I stood, straightening my clothes nervously. <<speech "Adam">>"A pleasure meeting you, <<print $CC.name>>,"<</speech>> his hand extended. I took it. <br><br> I left and wondered if I'd [[hear from him again|HS002 - CastingPapers]]. <<else>> <<outfit underwear>> <<speech "Adam">>"Do you have anywhere I could..." His frown made me wonder if I had made a misstep. I mean, he had probably seen tons of women wearing nothing. "...change?"<</speech>> He laughed and nodded, pointing over to the room divider, <<speech "Adam">>"Or there's a bathroom down the hall, whatever you're comfortable with."<</speech>> I was beet-red. How had I not seen that? I laughed and shuffled off behind it, where there were some packaged Spanx and flesh-toned <<link "underwear">><<outfit underwear>><</link>> to fill the gaps, should anyone come unprepared. Leaving my outerwear behind, I came out from behind the separator. <<speech "Adam">>"Great. Same as before..."<</speech>> We went through another cycle of shots and then he gave a casual, bright move of his head, indicating the panels again, <<speech "Adam">>"Once you're <<link "done">><<outfit default>><</link>>, we'll go through what we've taken. How's that sound?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Sure thing!"<</speechPC>> I called out, returning to the other side of the curtain as I finished straightening my clothing. <<speech "Adam">>"Alright, ready for the assessment?"<</speech>> He was already behind his desk again, a small monitor arranged towards the chairs on my side. I deposited myself into one of them and leaned forward, excited, trying to push down the embarrassment of moments before. He made it easy. <br><br> He began flicking through the digital photos, rapid fire, settling on: <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> one where a sparkle had settled into my <<print $Body.eyes>> eyes, <<speech "Adam">>"You've got very welcoming and interesting eyes."<</speech>><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a close up that framed me from neck to crown, <<speech "Adam">>"The camera really likes you -- you see that?"<</speech>> I nodded. It did.<</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("smile")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a picture where I must have been laughing at something he said, <<speech "Adam">>"I can't help but smile too...you've got an infectious one."<</speech>> He made me smile again.<</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a half-body crop, from when I had undressed, <<speech "Adam">>"Just getting into the real part of the biz, now. Your breasts are...eye catching."<</speech>><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a photo he had caught while I was mid-motion, turning for him, <<speech "Adam">>"Your body's tone is fantastic. Whatever you do, or don't do...keep it up."<</speech>> He laughed. I shrugged.<</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> he coughed as he stopped on one of me facing away from him, <<speech "Adam">>"Underwear, bikinis, hell even a good pair of jeans? You'd compliment them well."<</speech>><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> I had been slightly in relevé, <<speech "Adam">>"An aspect that is key for any model, the ratio of your legs is perfect."<</speech>><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("charm")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>> a slow rotation of a few he had caught, I must have been talking, <<speech "Adam">>"You're so natural, not even doing anything, the camera is pulled to you."<</speech>><</if>> finally, a full-body, straight on, <<if $CC.height gt 0>><<speech "Adam">>"Got a stature that works for all kinds of work, even runway."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "Adam">>"Just being honest. You aren't going to hit the runway, so it does narrow the work you can do."<</speech>><<set $HS.modelHire -->><</if>> <br><br> His eyes checked in with me, considering my reaction. He pushed a set of papers towards me, <<speech "Adam">>"Take care of these and here..." he pointed to one he pulled apart from the rest, "Give me your email and I can send you over all the pictures we took today. And then? You'll either hear from me or you won't. But we've got you on file and we'll see what comes in."<</speech>> I nodded, couldn't help but feel defeated as I stood, tugging at my clothes nervously. <<speech "Adam">>"A pleasure meeting you, <<print $CC.name>>,"<</speech>> his hand extended. I took it. <br><br> I left and wondered if I'd [[hear from him again|HS002 - CastingPapers]]. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-CastingSeed.png">> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> The door opened. A middle-aged man stood there, immediately appraising me. The guy from CVS. <<speech "Adam">>"Well, hello there." <</speech>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>> I lifted the card, <<speechPC>>"You gave me this."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Adam">>"Right, right, right! Well, my scouts definitely have an eye, come in, come in..." He stepped back with a broad, welcoming grin and letting me into the office. Entering the unimpressive and bare space, I felt him peer out behind me into the hallway, "Alone?" the tone was genuine shock.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, came straight from school."<</speechPC>> He nodded, shutting the door and leading me in, unperturbed, motioning over to a black pleather couch to one side. <<speech "Adam">>"Yeah, we'll just have to do the parental releases later. They do know you're here, right?" A conspiratorial raise of the eyebrow.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No." He laughed and nodded, dropping himself into a chair behind a decade-old IKEA desk. "I'd rather ask forgiveness than permission."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Adam">>He raised a meaty hand, "My mantra. Adam, by the way."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> Another smile, reaching over the desk to press a button on a camcorder on a tripod, his heavy gut pushing across the desktop, <<speech "Adam">>"Shall we start, <<print $CC.name>>?" I stood in front of the camera and maneuvered like I had seen online. Front, Side, Side, back to front. "Oh, you're a vet?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>I laughed and shook my head, "Nah, just seen what to do."<</speechPC>> He chuckled, leaning back in his chair impressed, <<if $CC.height gt 0>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>><<speech "Adam">>"Hm, should be able to get runway work with a beanpole like you."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.height lt 0>><<speech "Adam">>"Runway is __not__ in your future, cutie, sorry."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "Adam">>"Hm, versatile, not a straight-up runway, but..."<</speech>><</if>> <<speechPC>>I nodded and shrugged, "Just how I'm built."<</speechPC>> He nodded and motioned with a 'proceed' spin of his hand. <<speech "Adam">>"Speaking of which, let's continue the assessment." He picked up a polaroid camera and, leaning back, snapped a full-body, setting the picture on the desk. "Sit back down and gimme yer most casual, best smile..." He moved around the desk, squatting in front of me as he lined up and pulled the trigger again. <</speech>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("smile")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> <<speech "Adam">>"Wow, you've got a gorgeous grin, girlie."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>Heat rose in my cheeks, "Thank you."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Adam">>"Alright, now--" cut off as I immediately went Blue Steel, he smiled broadly behind the camera, leaned forward and snapped again. <</speech>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> His hand reached out and I felt the fatty pads of his thumb and forefingers on my jawline, adjusting my skull slightly, <<speech "Adam">>"Cameras have to ''love'' your face."<</speech>> Carefully, I plucked my chin from his hand, smiling, <<speechPC>>"It is easy to get a good selfie."<</speechPC>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> There was a brief moment of silence and stillness, his gaze locked on mine, <<speech "Adam">>"You can get lost in your eyes. Open, big, expressive..."<</speech>> <br><br> I couldn't resist taking a 'look around the room' to break the moment. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> He stood, shaking his head, the air of impressed unmistakable, <<speech "Adam">>"Ya sure yer not a vet?"<</speech>> Returning a shake of my own head, with an air of ease, <<speechPC>>"TikTok teaches you things."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Adam">>"It does...it does. Okay," he reached back, placing the new polaroids on the desk, "Probably don't need to say this, but next, swimsuit." I looked around for somewhere to change. He caught the expression instantly and gave me the broadest, kindest smile, "Oh no, there is fine. You'll get used to this, I promise." And motioned for me just to take it all off. Right there.<</speech>> <div id="seedy"> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> <<crossroads #seedy>> <<path $CC.maleAttention lt 2>> Just strip down on camera? I wasn't wearing much under this...There //had// to be a changing room. <<blocked>> $CC.name can't resist men that well. <<contents>> <<set $modelHire -->> <<speechPC>>"Uh, is there somewhere I could..."<</speechPC>> my eyes checked in with the red light on the camcorder, letting my discomfort show. He nodded, bottling in the sigh that I heard anyway. <<speech "Adam">>"Not like a room or area to change...but I can turn around. Promise." My eyes flicked back to the camcorder again. He nodded, laughing, "Oh right, one sec," as if he had forgotten, and hit pause.<</speech>> Light was off. <br><br> Everything about this felt //off//. I wasn't about to just take my clothes off right here. At any moment he could turn around. Turn on the camera again. Was it even, __really__, off? <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, I think I'm going to--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He turned back around, a fury in his eyes that bore down on me intensely. <<speech "Adam">>"<<print $CC.name>>. This is the easiest shoot you will ever do. Do you want to be a model or not? If you can't handle //this//..."<</speech>> <br><br> I gulped. Was I being ridiculous? <br><br> Should I just <<link "do it" "HS002 - SeedyNaked">><<Stats Suggestible ++>><<set $CC.maleReaction ++>><<Stats Confident -->><</link>>? <br><br> Or <<link "stand my ground" "HS002 - ModelOutro">><<Stats Confident ++>><<Stats Easy -->><<Stats Stable ++>><<set $CC.maleReaction -->><<set $CC.maleAttention -->><<Stats Suggestible -->><<Stats Perception ++>><<Stats Investigation ++>><<set $HS.modelHire = 0>><</link>>. <<path>> It'd be...awkward...but I figured he'd seen...thousands? of women like this. <<contents>> A crawl went up my spine as I steeled myself to show him all of [[me|HS002 - SeedyNaked]]. <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<crossroads #seedy>> <<path>> Just strip down on camera? There //had// to be a changing room. <<contents>> A crawl went up my spine. He couldn't truly expect me to just disrobe in front of him, [[right|HS002 - SeedyUndies]]? <<path $CC.maleAttention lt 2>> Just strip down on camera? I wasn't wearing much under this...There //had// to be a changing room. <<blocked>> $CC.name can't resist men that well. <<contents>> <<set $modelHire -->> <<speechPC>>"Uh, is there somewhere I could..."<</speechPC>> my eyes checked in with the red light on the camcorder, letting my discomfort show. He nodded, bottling in the sigh that I heard anyway. <<speech "Adam">>"Not like a room or area to change...but I can turn around. Promise." My eyes flicked back to the camcorder again. He nodded, laughing, "Oh right, one sec," as if he had forgotten, and hit pause.<</speech>> Light was off. <br><br> Everything about this felt //off//. I wasn't about to just take my clothes off right here. At any moment he could turn around. Turn on the camera again. Was it even, __really__, off? <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, I think I'm going to--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He turned back around, a fury in his eyes that bore down on me intensely. <<speech "Adam">>"<<print $CC.name>>. This is the easiest shoot you will ever do. Do you want to be a model or not? If you can't handle //this//..."<</speech>> <br><br> I gulped. Was I being ridiculous? <br><br> Should I just <<link "do it" "HS002 - SeedyUndies">><<Stats Suggestible ++>><<set $CC.maleReaction ++>><<Stats Confident -->><</link>>? <br><br> Or <<link "stand my ground" "HS002 - ModelOutro">><<Stats Confident ++>><<Stats Easy -->><<Stats Stable ++>><<set $CC.maleReaction -->><<set $CC.maleAttention -->><<Stats Suggestible -->><<Stats Perception ++>><<Stats Investigation ++>><<set $HS.modelHire = 0>><</link>>. <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div> <<else>> I awkwardly flashed the card, <<speechPC>>"Uh, the other day..."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Adam">>"Right, right, right! Well, my scouts definitely have an eye, come in, come in..." He stepped back with a broad, welcoming grin and letting me into the office. I moved in, timid as a mouse -- the office was spare and uninviting. I felt him peer out behind me into the hallway, "Alone?" the tone was genuine shock.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"N...no? That's okay?"<</speechPC>> He nodded, shutting the door and leading me in, unperturbed, motioning over to a black pleather couch to one side. <<speech "Adam">>"Yeah, we'll just have to do the parental releases later. They do know you're here, right?" A conspiratorial raise of the eyebrow.<</speech>> I gulped -- had I just killed the opportunity? He laughed at the deer in headlights on his couch, dropping himself into a chair behind a decade-old IKEA desk. <<speech "Adam">>"Ask __forgiveness__ not permission, my mantra too. No worries, girlie! Adam, by the way."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> Another smile, reaching over the desk to press a button on a camcorder on a tripod, his heavy gut pushing across the desktop, <<speech "Adam">>"Shall we start, <<print $CC.name>>?" Giving a nod, he motioned for me to stand and I jerked back up onto my feet. With practiced gestures, he guided me through a series of positions: Front, Side, Side, back to front. "Good. Good. Remember these, early on, you'll be doing a lot of these as you get your initial sessions in the books.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>My head twitched, suddenly smiling right at him, "You t-think so?"<</speechPC>> He chuckled, leaning back in his chair, considering me. <<if $CC.height gt 0>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>><<speech "Adam">>"Hm, should be able to get runway work with a beanpole like you."<</speech>><<elseif $CC.height lt 0>><<speech "Adam">>"Runway is __not__ in your future, cutie, sorry."<</speech>><<else>><<speech "Adam">>"Hm, versatile, not a straight-up runway, but..."<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah...s-sorry." <</speechPC>> <<speech "Adam">>"Can't change what you can't change. Just gotta know how to impress people with what you have -- how to market the ''product''. Let's continue my assessment." He picked up a polaroid camera and, leaning back, snapped a full-body, setting the picture on the desk. "Sit back down and gimme yer most casual, best smile..." He moved around the desk, squatting in front of me as he lined up and pulled the trigger again. <</speech>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("smile")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> <<speech "Adam">>"Wow, you've got a gorgeous grin, girlie."<</speech>> Heat rose in my cheeks, <<speechPC>>"Thank you."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Adam">>"Alright, now I need you to drop the smile. Cool, serious, sexy, right at me." I gave it a shot. He leaned in and snapped again. <</speech>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("face")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> His hand reached out and I felt the fatty pads of his thumb and forefingers on my jawline, adjusting my skull slightly, <<speech "Adam">>"Cameras have to ''love'' your face." I could practically able to feel his breath from how close we were, but held still. "Cameras...shit, //eyes// love it." <</speech>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("eyes")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> There was a brief moment of silence and stillness, his gaze locked on mine, <<speech "Adam">>"You can get lost in your eyes. Open, big, expressive..."<</speech>> <br><br> I couldn't resist taking a 'look around the room' to break the moment. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> He stood, nodding, thinking as he leaned against the front edge of the desk.<<speech "Adam">> "Okay," he reached back, placing the new polaroids on the desk, "Next up are what we call swimsuit shots. And I'm guessing you didn't bring one..." He smiled, knowingly. I shook my head, "Course not, so underwear is fine. Same difference, really."<</speech>> <div id="seedy"> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> <<crossroads #seedy>> <<path $CC.maleAttention lt 2>> Just strip down on camera? I wasn't wearing much under this...There //had// to be a changing room. <<blocked>> $CC.name can't resist men that well. <<contents>> <<set $modelHire -->> <<speechPC>>"Uh, is there somewhere I could..."<</speechPC>> my eyes checked in with the red light on the camcorder, letting my discomfort show. He nodded, bottling in the sigh that I heard anyway. <<speech "Adam">>"Not like a room or area to change...but I can turn around. Promise." My eyes flicked back to the camcorder again. He nodded, laughing, "Oh right, one sec," as if he had forgotten, and hit pause.<</speech>> Light was off. <br><br> Everything about this felt //off//. I wasn't about to just take my clothes off right here. At any moment he could turn around. Turn on the camera again. Was it even, __really__, off? <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, I think I'm going to--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He turned back around, a fury in his eyes that bore down on me intensely. <<speech "Adam">>"<<print $CC.name>>. This is the easiest shoot you will ever do. Do you want to be a model or not? If you can't handle //this//..."<</speech>> <br><br> I gulped. Was I being ridiculous? <br><br> Should I just <<link "do it" "HS002 - SeedyNaked">><<Stats Suggestible ++>><<set $CC.maleReaction ++>><<Stats Confident -->><</link>>? <br><br> Or <<link "stand my ground" "HS002 - ModelOutro">><<Stats Confident ++>><<Stats Easy -->><<Stats Stable ++>><<set $CC.maleReaction -->><<set $CC.maleAttention -->><<Stats Suggestible -->><<Stats Perception ++>><<Stats Investigation ++>><<set $HS.modelHire = 0>><</link>>. <<path>> It'd be...awkward...but I figured he'd seen...thousands? of women like this. <<contents>> A crawl went up my spine as I steeled myself to show him all of [[me|HS002 - SeedyNaked]]. <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<crossroads #seedy>> <<path>> Just strip down on camera? There //had// to be a changing room. <<contents>> A crawl went up my spine. He couldn't truly expect me to just disrobe in front of him, [[right|HS002 - SeedyUndies]]? <<path $CC.maleAttention lt 2>> Just strip down on camera? I wasn't wearing much under this...There //had// to be a changing room. <<blocked>> $CC.name can't resist men that well. <<contents>> <<set $modelHire -->> <<speechPC>>"Uh, is there somewhere I could..."<</speechPC>> my eyes checked in with the red light on the camcorder, letting my discomfort show. He nodded, bottling in the sigh that I heard anyway. <<speech "Adam">>"Not like a room or area to change...but I can turn around. Promise." My eyes flicked back to the camcorder again. He nodded, laughing, "Oh right, one sec," as if he had forgotten, and hit pause.<</speech>> Light was off. <br><br> Everything about this felt //off//. I wasn't about to just take my clothes off right here. At any moment he could turn around. Turn on the camera again. Was it even, __really__, off? <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, I think I'm going to--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He turned back around, a fury in his eyes that bore down on me intensely. <<speech "Adam">>"<<print $CC.name>>. This is the easiest shoot you will ever do. Do you want to be a model or not? If you can't handle //this//..."<</speech>> <br><br> I gulped. Was I being ridiculous? <br><br> Should I just <<link "do it" "HS002 - SeedyUndies">><<Stats Suggestible ++>><<set $CC.maleReaction ++>><<Stats Confident -->><</link>>? <br><br> Or <<link "stand my ground" "HS002 - ModelOutro">><<Stats Confident ++>><<Stats Easy -->><<Stats Stable ++>><<set $CC.maleReaction -->><<set $CC.maleAttention -->><<Stats Suggestible -->><<Stats Perception ++>><<Stats Investigation ++>><<set $HS.modelHire = 0>><</link>>. <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div> <</if>>
<<set $HS.modelHire -->> <<face shock>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, is there somewhere I could..."<</speechPC>> my eyes checked in with the red light on the camcorder, letting my discomfort show. He nodded, bottling in the sigh that I heard anyway. <br><br> <<speech "Adam">>"Not like a room or area to change...but I can turn around. Promise." My eyes flicked back to the camcorder again. He nodded, laughing, "Oh right, one sec," as if he had forgotten, and hit pause.<</speech>> Light was off. He turned and I began a quick <<linkexpand "strip...">> <<upper>> <<feet>> <<lower>> strip, not trusting his timing on turning back around. I collected my clothes into a pile and set them beside the couch. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Thank you."<</speechPC>> He turned around, eyes sliding over my bared form. He reached out, pause again and the light resumed red. His free hand reached over to the tripod arm, swiveling the lens down my body slowly. My nipples were tensing and perking up <<if $Body.braless == true>>towards him and drawing his eyes down more than they had been.<<else>>underneath my bra, unbidden.<</if>> <br><br> This was fine, right? <br><br> The camcorder settled back straight-on and he lifted the polaroid to snap a full-on, chest level, crotch-level and then, <<speech "Adam">>"Side on? Remember?" he smiled kindly and I turned and gave him the turn, picture, turn, picture. <</speech>> <<speech "Adam">><<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>"You'd kill a swimsuit shoot." His eyes squarely on my rear.<</if>> "You can sit." Sitting, I crossed my legs, playing off my state of undress.<</speech>> He set the polaroids down with the camera and shifted his hefty body off the edge of the desk, moving to join me on the couch. It squeaked and sighed as the prolific weight settled into the cheap cushions. <<speech "Adam">>"Going to get a little hands-on, if that's okay, for the next part of the appraisal..." he trailed off gently, kindly, but looking for my consent and comfort level.<</speech>> I scooted back, giving us more space, <<speechPC>>"I uh..."<</speechPC>> He sighed, shaking his head, <<speech "Adam">>"Fine, fine, don't freak out about it, girlie."<</speech>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>A general hand wave near my chest, <<speech "Adam">>"You got a great set."<</speech>><</if>> He looked down over me, leaning against the arm of the couch, <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>><<speech "Adam">>"Flat, amazing tone on your tummy..."<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>><<speech "Adam">>"You could definitely model with legs like these." He gave them a pat pat, I gave him that much.<</speech>><</if>> <<speech "Adam">>"Appraisal's complete, you can relax, <<print $CC.name>>." He lifted himself up off the couch with a grunt.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well...What's the verdict?"<</speechPC>> He chuckled, turned, smiled at me and gave me an appraising look. A different kind of appraising. Like he was deciding something. <<speech "Adam">>"Heh. Every girl wants to be the next Karlie. It's not easy. And it's a big risk for me. Honestly?" He sighed, labored, looking away. I felt the need for him to look at me again, "How badly do you want it?" He finally looked at me again. I swallowed.<</speech>> <div id="couch"> /* IMAGE (Needed): Lower-half of a female form just in underwear */ <<crossroads #couch>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 2 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1 || $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> I wanted it. And this was it. My only chance. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Confident, or isn't Suggestible enough. <<contents>> <br><br> He read my quiet and before I could get any words out of my mouth, <<speech "Adam">>"I haven't done a full assessment. Lose those." <</speech>> A dismissive gesture at what was left on me. I practically jerked to action, <<if $Body.braless == true>>thumbs hooking below to tug my underwear down.<<else>>reaching back to pop the clasp of my bra.<</if>> His weight made the couch squeak as he sat beside me, helping me lose 'those' quicker. His thick fingers wormed between my thighs before my remaining scraps of clothing was off. I gasped at the attention. "[[Atta girl|HS002 - SeedyCouch][$Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].base ++]]." <<path>> It felt too much like this was //exactly// the casting couch situation. I was going to call him on his bluff. <<contents>> <<speechPC>>"That...sounds like you're implying something else. You //can// represent me, right?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> His energy shifted. Without either of us having to say it, he knew I knew. <br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gt 7>> <<speech "Adam">>"I'm surprised you have to ask. No wonder you got scouted. You'll book."<</speech>> <br><br> I practically squealed inside. I didn't //have// to do anything to get work. <<speechPC>>"Cool. Thank you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Adam">>"You're welcome, girlie."<</speech>> He moved back around the desk, assembling the polaroids and smiled casually as he waited for me to <<linkexpand "dress...">> <<outfit default>> dress, his gaze averted and I wasn't going to fight him about the camcorder this time. <br><br> I gave an awkward wave and soft, <<speechPC>>"Bye," as I headed to the door. <</speechPC>> <br><br><br> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd truly [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<speech "Adam">>"Well...honestly--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Really? Fuck."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Adam">>"Hey, hey now, you're beautiful. You've got a great attitude, a good look. I'll certainly put feelers out there." He smiled amiably.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Cool. Thank you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Adam">>"You're welcome, girlie."<</speech>> He moved back around the desk, assembling the polaroids and smiled casually as he waited for me to dress. I wasn't going to fight him about the camcorder this time. <br><br> I gave an awkward wave and soft, <<speechPC>>"Bye," as I headed to the door.<</speechPC>> <br><br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gte random(9,10)>> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <<else>> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - ModelOutro]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>>
<<set $HS.modelHire ++>> <<face shock>> Top <<linkexpand "first.">> <<upper>> first. <br><br> <<linkexpand "Skirt">> <<lower>> Skirt. <br><br> There was a split-second between when he expected underwear and when he realized otherwise. <br><br> <<linkexpand "Shoes">> Shoes. <<feet>> <br><br> I heard a cough, trying to cover his reaction as my <<if $Body.braless == true>>top<<else>>clothes<</if>> hit the floor. I looked up to the expressionless stare of the camcorder and Adam, side by side. My toes awkwardly nudged my clump of clothes aside, feeling my unshielded skin prickling at the cool air, my tits jiggling <<if $Body.braless == true>>in the only clothing I had on<<else>>freely<</if>>, drawing his eyes down. And they went down further. His calmness was the assurance that it was fine. His free hand reached over to the tripod arm, swiveling the lens down my naked body slowly. My nipples were tensing and perking up. <br><br> This was fine, right? <br><br><br> The camcorder settled back straight-on and he lifted the polaroid to snap a full-on, chest level, crotch-level and then, <<speech "Adam">>"Side on? Remember?" he smiled kindly and I turned and gave him the turn, picture, turn, picture. <</speech>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> <<speech "Adam">>"Even without, I can tell you'd kill a swimsuit shoot." His eyes squarely on my rear.<</speech>> <</if>> <<speech "Adam">>"You can sit." Doing so was going to give a direct view of my slit, so I crossed my legs, as if I weren't just in my birthday suit. <</speech>> <<speech "Adam">>"Can't say I'm often surprised, but color me impressed, girlie. This your usual?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded and laughed, trying to clear the tension in the air, at least for myself, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, underwear sucks."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Adam">>"Well, you wear not wearing it well. Your attitude and comfort are definitely useful in the biz, comes naturally to you, huh?" I gave a 'yeah' shrug. <</speech>> He set the polaroids down with the camera and shifted his hefty body off the edge of the desk, moving to join me on the couch. It squeaked and sighed as the prolific weight settled into the cheap cushions. <<speech "Adam">>"Going to get a little hands-on, if that's okay, for the next part of the appraisal..." he trailed off gently, kindly, but looking for my consent and comfort level.<</speech>> <br><br> /* TODO Mira - here's a place where options only open based on traits/skills */ <div id="nekkid"> /* IMAGE (Needed): Hand stroking over a bare stomach */ <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1 || $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> <<link "I scooted closer">><<replace "#nekkid" t8n>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> He chuckled, <<speech "Adam">>"God, you're full of surprises, aren'tcha?" <</speech>> <<if $Body.braless == false>> One hand urged me forward as it unhooked my <<link "bra">><<bra>><</link>> with clear skill, pulling my last shred of clothing away and onto the floor. <</if>> His <<if $Body.braless == false>>other<</if>> hand settled on one of my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts, cupping first, giving a little tap to watch its bounce, then a testing squeeze and a firm one, holding tight for a couple beats. I felt a similar beat beginning between my crossed thighs. Shit. Modeling casting couch? Sure felt like some of those videos on Pornhub. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> <<speech "Adam">>"Oooeee." He nodded slowly, switching to the other one as if to confirm, "You got a great set. <<if $Body.braless == true>> No wonder you keep the girls free. Prevents sagging too. Good thinking. <</if>>"<</speech>> <</if>> My nipples were rock hard, his fingers getting adventurous to tease and tug at them. His eyes flicked up with a little smirk on his face, checking my reaction. <br><br> Then his hand slid down my stomach, <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> <<speech "Adam">>"Flat, amazing tone here..."<</speech>> <</if>> and as it kept dropping, my throat kept tightening. <br><br> But the hand changed course right after brushing across the top of my mound, <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">> <<speech "Adam">>"Great job, no retouching needed."<</speech>> <<elseif Array("bush", "bikini", "trimmed").includes($Body.pubes)>> <<speech "Adam">>"//That//." It looked like he was stifling a gag reflex. "Needs. To. ''Go''. //Yesterday//." Making his point with sharp tugs at the lazy strands.<</speech>> <</if>> My brain and my body were in active disagreement over whether his hand moving along my quad was a good or a bad change. <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> <<speech "Adam">>"No wonder you thought you could model with legs like these." He patted them appreciatively.<</speech>> <</if>> <<speech "Adam">>"Appraisal's complete, you can relax a bit, <<print $CC.name>>." <</speech>> He gave a squeeze to my thigh. Pat, pat. Squeeze. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah?" I squeaked out, I felt like my voicebox could barely pass air. <</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Adam">>"How're you feeling?"<</speech>> <br><br> I chuckled, again trying to release the tension, wondering if I would be leaving a liquid reminder of my time on the couch, <<speechPC>>"Well...I don't know. What's the verdict?"<</speechPC>> <br><br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gt 8>> <<speech "Adam">>"I'm surprised you have to ask. No wonder you got scouted. You'll book."<</speech>> <br><br> I practically squealed inside. I didn't //have// to do anything to get work. <<speechPC>>"Cool. Thank you."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Adam">>"You're welcome, girlie."<</speech>> Another few pats at my thigh and an awkward moment, then he stood and I quietly got <<link "dressed">><<outfit default>><</link>>. He moved back around the desk, assembling the polaroids and smiled casually as he waited for me to wrap up. I eyed the shine on the cushion and tried to ignore it -- couldn't exactly go wipe up without drawing attention. <br><br> I gave an awkward wave and soft, <<speechPC>>"Bye," as I headed to the door, noticing the camcorder light was still red. <</speechPC>> <br><br> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd truly [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <<else>> <<speech "Adam">>"Well...honestly--"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Really? Fuck."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Adam">>"Hey, hey now, you're beautiful. You've got a great attitude, a good look. I'll...probably...put feelers out there." He smiled amiably.<</speech>> <br> <div id="put-out"> <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>> <<shake 3s>>Probably<</shake>>? No. I //needed// this. I [[spread|HS002 - SeedyCouch][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]] my thighs, a quiet offer. <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> <<shake 3s>>Probably<</shake>>? No. I //needed// this. <<speechPC>>"What about feelers in here?"<</speechPC>> the words popped out before I considered how they sounded, my hand on his wrist, leading it upward as my [[thighs uncrossed|HS002 - SeedyCouch][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]. <</if>> I didn't //have// to do anything to get work. I <<link "nodded">> <<replace "#put-out" t8n>><<speechPC>>"Cool. Thank you."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Adam">>"You're welcome, girlie."<</speech>> Another few pats at my thigh and an awkward moment, then he stood and I quietly got <<link "dressed">><<outfit default>><</link>>. He moved back around the desk, assembling the polaroids and smiled casually as he waited for me to wrap up. I eyed the shine on the cushion and tried to ignore it -- couldn't exactly go wipe up without drawing attention. <br><br> I gave an awkward wave and soft, <<speechPC>>"Bye," as I headed to the door, noticing the camcorder light was still red. <</speechPC>> <br><br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gte random(9,10)>> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <<else>> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - ModelOutro]]. <</if>> <br><br> <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0 && $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> I nodded softly, but <<link "I nodded">><<replace "#nekkid" t8n>> <<speech "Adam">>"See? That's the attitude I was talking about. Good girl."<</speech>> <<if $Body.braless == false>>One hand urged me forward as it unhooked my <<link "bra">><<bra>><</link>> with clear skill, pulling my last shred of clothing away and onto the floor.<</if>> His <<if $Body.braless == false>>other<</if>> hand settled on one of my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts, cupping first, giving a little tap to watch its bounce, then a testing squeeze and a firm one, holding tight for a couple beats. I felt a similar beat beginning between my crossed thighs. Shit. Modeling casting couch? Sure felt like some of those videos on Pornhub. <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> <<speech "Adam">>"Oooeee." He nodded slowly, switching to the other one as if to confirm, "You got a great set. <<if $Body.braless == true>> No wonder you keep the girls free. Prevents sagging too. Good thinking. <</if>>"<</speech>> <</if>> My nipples were rock hard, his fingers were getting adventurous and I shifted my weight on the couch, trying to carefully just remove my breasts from his ministrations. <br><br> He switched tacks. His hand slid down my stomach, <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> <<speech "Adam">>"Flat, amazing tone here..."<</speech>> <</if>> and as it kept dropping, my throat kept tightening. <br><br> But the hand changed course right after brushing across the top of my mound, <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">> <<speech "Adam">>"Great job, no retouching needed."<</speech>> <<elseif Array("bush", "bikini", "trimmed").includes($Body.pubes)>> <<speech "Adam">>"//That//." It looked like he was stifling a gag reflex. "Needs. To. ''Go''. //Yesterday//." Making his point with sharp tugs at the lazy strands.<</speech>> <</if>> I felt my pulse in my temples, this was not what I had signed up for...or had I? <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> <<speech "Adam">>"No wonder you thought you could model with legs like these." <</speech>> He patted them appreciatively. <</if>> <<speech "Adam">>"Appraisal's complete, you can relax a bit, <<print $CC.name>>." <</speech>> He gave a squeeze to my thigh. Pat, pat. Squeeze. I shifted again, giving us a little more space, making him have to reach to keep contact. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah?" I squeaked out, I felt like my voicebox could barely pass air. <</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Adam">>"How're you feeling?" That wasn't the best question. <</speech>> I felt a cold flash. I didn't hide it well, his words came out quickly: <br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gt 7>> <<speech "Adam">>"I shouldn't have asked, look, you'll //book//."<</speech>> <br><br> I practically squealed inside. I didn't //have// to do anything to get work. <<speechPC>>"Cool. Thank you."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Adam">>"You're welcome, girlie." <</speech>> Another few pats at my thigh and an awkward moment, then he stood and I quietly got <<link "dressed">><<outfit default>><</link>>. He moved back around the desk, assembling the polaroids and smiled casually as he waited for me to wrap up. I eyed the shine on the cushion and tried to ignore it -- couldn't exactly go wipe up without drawing attention. <br><br> I gave an awkward wave and soft, <<speechPC>>"Bye," as I headed to the door, noticing the camcorder light was still red. <</speechPC>> <br><br> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd truly [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <<else>> <<speech "Adam">>"<<print $CC.name>>...honestly--you're beautiful. You've got a good attitude, a definite look. I can certainly put feelers out there." He smiled amiably, but I could hear the doubt.<</speech>> <br> <div id ="put-out"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1>> <<speechPC>>"What about feelers in here?" <</speechPC>> the words popped out before I considered how they sounded, my hand on his wrist, leading it upward as my [[thighs uncrossed|HS002 - SeedyCouch][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]. <</if>> I didn't //have// to do anything to get work. I <<link "nodded">><<replace "#put-out" t8n>> <<speechPC>>"Cool. Thank you."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Adam">>"You're welcome, girlie."<</speech>> Another few pats at my thigh and an awkward moment, then he stood and I quietly got <<link "dressed">><<outfit default>><</link>>. He moved back around the desk, assembling the polaroids and smiled casually as he waited for me to wrap up. I eyed the shine on the cushion and tried to ignore it -- couldn't exactly go wipe up without drawing attention. <br><br> I gave an awkward wave and soft, <<speechPC>>"Bye," as I headed to the door, noticing the camcorder light was still red. <</speechPC>> <br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gte random(9,11)>> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <<else>> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - ModelOutro]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <br><br> <</if>> <<link "I gulped">><<replace "#nekkid" t8n>> He took the silence as consent. <<scrollIntoView>> <<if $Body.braless == false>> One hand urged me forward as it unhooked my <<link "bra">><<bra>><</link>> with clear skill, pulling my last shred of clothing away and onto the floor. <</if>> His <<if $Body.braless == false>>other<</if>> hand settled on one of my <<print $Body.tits>> breasts, cupping first. I squirmed slightly and he gave me a disappointed look. Trying again, came a little tap to watch the bounce, then a testing squeeze and I pulled back. Shit. Modeling casting couch? Sure felt like some of those videos on Pornhub. <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> He nodded slowly, eyeing my chest, <<speech "Adam">>"You got a great set. <<if $Body.braless == true>> No wonder you keep the girls free. Prevents sagging too. Good thinking.<</if>>"<</speech>> <</if>> His eyes flicked up, expressionless again, checking my reaction. <br><br> Reaching out, his hand slid down my stomach, <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("fit")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> <<speech "Adam">>"Flat, amazing tone here..."<</speech>> <</if>> and as it kept dropping, my throat kept tightening. <br><br> Whether reading my reaction or having other intentions, his hand changed course right after brushing across the top of my mound, <<if $Body.pubes == 'bald'>> <<speech "Adam">>"Great job, no retouching needed."<</speech>> <<elseif Array("bush", "bikini", "trimmed").includes($Body.pubes)>> <<speech "Adam">>"//That//." It looked like he was stifling a gag reflex. "Needs. To. ''Go''. //Yesterday//." Making his point with sharp tugs at the lazy strands.<</speech>> <</if>> I was silently wondering if I should have done more research before showing up. Or maybe not simply taken off my clothes. Mixed messages. <br><br> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> <<speech "Adam">>"No wonder you thought you could model with legs like these." He patted them appreciatively.<</speech>> <</if>> <<speech "Adam">>"Appraisal's complete. Jeez, <<print $CC.name>>, relaaaax why don'cha." <</speech>> He gave a squeeze to my thigh. Pat, pat. Squeeze. I shifted again, giving us a little more space, making him have to reach to keep contact. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah?" I squeaked out, I felt like my voicebox could barely pass air. <</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Adam">>"How're you feeling?"<</speech>> That wasn't the best question. I felt a cold flash. I didn't hide it well, his words came out quickly: <br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gt 8>> <<speech "Adam">>"You'll book." I practically squealed inside, but before it could really register he got up. His size leaving the couch was shocking, "K, ya can git." <</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Cool. Thank you." I hoped he meant it.<</speechPC>> <br><br> I quietly got <<link "dressed">><<outfit default>><</link>>. He moved back around the desk, assembling the polaroids. <br><br> I gave an awkward wave and soft, <<speechPC>>"Bye," as I headed to the door, noticing the camcorder light was still red. <</speechPC>> <br><br> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd truly [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <br><br> <<else>> <<speech "Adam">>"No bullshit here--" Tears welled up in my eyes. Cold quickly changed to ''hot''. "Hey, hey now, you're cute. You've got a fun attitude, a definite look. I can test the waters." <</speech>> His smile was weak, apologetic. <br> <div id="put-out"> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 2>> I don't know what triggered in my brain, but my hand was on his wrist, pulling it to my core as my [[thighs uncrossed|HS002 - SeedyCouch][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++]]. <</if>> <br><br> I didn't //have// to do anything to get work. I <<link "nodded">><<replace "#put-out" t8n>>"Cool. Thank you." <br><br> <<speech "Adam">>"You're welcome, girlie."<</speech>> Another few pats at my thigh and an awkward moment, then he stood and I quietly got <<link "dressed">><<outfit default>><</link>>. He moved back around the desk, assembling the polaroids and smiled casually as he waited for me to wrap up. I eyed the shine on the cushion and tried to ignore it -- couldn't exactly go wipe up without drawing attention. <br><br> I gave an awkward wave and soft, <<speechPC>>"Bye," as I headed to the door, noticing the camcorder light was still red. <</speechPC>> <br><br> <<if $HS.modelHire gte random(9,13)>> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <<else>> Closing the door, I wondered whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - ModelOutro]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. </div> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 1 && $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>>No. Way. <<link "I left">><<replace "#nekkid" t8n>> Without a response and before he could get any closer, I extricated myself from the couch and the sketchy MFer and grabbed my clothes. My brain was an echo camber of self-judgment as I pulled clothes on as quickly as I could. <br><br> <<speech "Adam">>"Hey now, I...I didn't mean anything by it..."<</speech>> He was stumbling, he was trying to regroup, but my <<link "clothing was on faster">><<outfit default>><</link>> than it came off. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Thanks, I think...this just isn't for me."<</speechPC>> I said side-long as I moved to the door, hair on the back of my neck raised as I anticipated being jumped. <br><br> But he didn't move. Instead -- maybe even worse -- he simply looked at me and shook his head, [["No. This isn't."|HS002 - ModelOutro][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base ++; $Stats.Traits['Easy'].base --; $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base ++; $CC.maleReaction --; $CC.maleAttention --; $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].base --; $Stats.Skills['Perception'].base ++; $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].base ++; $HS.modelHire = 0]] <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit default>> <<face happy>> <<image framed "passage/HS002-FirstShoot-alt.png">> I arrived at the upscale apartment building, expecting more pomp and circumstance from being buzzed in, from the man at the front desk, but that was it. I simply walked in and told where the right elevator bank was. Ding. Out into a quiet hallway and down to a metal door. <br><br> Knocking, the door opened to a vacuous loft with exposed brick and massive, floor-to-ceiling windows. It was bright and I blinked back against the sun as I was welcomed in, <<speech "Yaz">>"<<print $CC.name>>? Come in, come in. Adam told me all about you."<</speech>> My mind went to the curious place of wondering exactly what that meant. What had Adam said. What were his expectations? I awkwardly chuckled it off, <<speechPC>>"Oh uh great!"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Yaz">>"First shoot, eh?"<</speech>> Yaz was a slender, tall guy with a man-bun and a linen shirt opened all the way down -- of course he was. "Don't worry, nerves are normal and this should be fun. We're just doing a little <<if $HS.modelHire lt 5>><<set _shoot = 1>>lifestyle<<elseif $HS.modelHire lt 7>><<set _shoot = 2>>bikini<<else>><<set _shoot = 3>>lingerie<</if>> shoot." <br><br> An Oriental-styled room divider, lacquered and expensive-looking, was set to one corner and I knew where to go. Yaz returned to his equipment, squatting in a pair of khakis as I disappeared to change. <br><br> <<if _shoot == 1>> <<outfit fashion>> Shorts, tees, tops, pants, a couple skirts. Time to show off how someone wore some clothes, rather than how they could wear you. <<elseif _shoot == 2>> <<outfit bikinibandeau>> A cute couple of bikinis, nothing too risque, but they'd show me off well and I'd do a good job of making people jealous of how I made them look. <<else>> <<outfit teddy>> So, art shots, straight out of the gate. I knew I'd be cold, even with the sun coming in those windows. And what other people would see. Jeez. I wondered if they'd edit out nipplage or hints of my pubic area. I slid on the sheer fabric and showed myself off. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>Stepping in front of the brick wall, I struck a pose that just felt...natural. The lights flashed. Yaz nodded, <<speech "Yaz">>"Wow, a natural?"<</speech>> I just smiled and posed again. Flash.<<else>><<set $HS.modelHire -->>Stepping in front of the brick wall awkwardly, I looked for a mark, some indication. He stepped forward, <<speech "Yaz">>"Just...wherever, find the light and make a pose, whatever's comfortable."<</speech>> I tried to laugh it off, but eventually he got me posing.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 1>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>He told a story as we worked, not the expected "Like a bunny." or "Hotter." Looking back, the story didn't give clear direction, but it worked for me.<<else>><<set $HS.modelHire -->>Yaz confused me, he wasn't giving directions most of the time, just talking and telling some weird, winding story. But it was disjointed, broken up when he actually decided to tell me what to do.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 0>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>I hadn't expected it to be as physically taxing as it was, holding a position mid-motion, assuming poses that probably looked great on camera, but damn were they unnatural. But I held and fought the sweat.<<else>><<set $HS.modelHire -->>I hadn't expected this work to be...work. And it was, holding a position mid-motion, or posing in what probably looked good on camera, but was awkward as fuck for me. I had to take breaks from time to time until we got the shot.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 0>><<set $HS.modelHire ++>>And it was a long shoot, far longer than I had done before and covering the same shots a couple times in a row was frustrating, but I kept my cool.<<else>><<set $HS.modelHire -->>And it was a long shoot, far longer than I had done before and covering the same shot multiple times was frustrating -- I may have snapped a few times at Yaz but he took it in stride and helped me settle down.<</if>> <br><br> And we wrapped. <<speech "Yaz">>"Yours to keep. Perk of the job."<</speech>> Yaz commented as I went to go get changed. I giggled behind the divider, jitters finally leaving my body, he smiled and waved as I made my way to the door, "One done, see [[how it goes|HS002 - ModelOutro][$Stats.Skills['Performance'].value ++]] from here." Shit, that was professional.
<<outfit naked>> <<set $CC.HSBC ++>> <<set $HS.modelHire ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<face shock>> There was no reluctance. I didn't expect any. He leaned right into the opportunity as if this is what he was waiting for the whole time. <br><br><br> I leaned back into the comfort of the backrest, looking at him with my mouth slightly agape, eliciting soft gasps as my excitement grew. Excitement despite the crawl over my skin. His look was dispassionate even as he gazed down at his fingers working and playing with my pussy. It was so perfunctory and expected for him, I couldn't help but wonder what number I was for him. What number today. <br><br> And the red light of the camera burned itself into the corner of my vision, reminding me that this wasn't just for us, now. For him. But recorded for posterity. For others? <<image framed "passage/HS002-SeedyCouch.png">> <br> <<speech "Adam">>"I thought you wanted it?"<</speech>> The frown on his face was firm and displeased. He was skilled at icing and even though I //knew// he was doing it, my gut reaction was to give him what he wanted. <<speechPC>>"I do!"<</speechPC>> I leaned forward, fumbling with his pants with the urgency as if their contents would cure cancer. Now he leaned back, assuming the position I had been and pulling his phone from his pocket while shifting his hips. His stubby cock popped free, a widely-brimmed head on the tip of the short shaft sticking out of the wiry pubic hair. <br><br> His hand was on the back of my head before I realized it, pushing me down and giving me a slight nod with the barest of smiles as I began to suck on his cock. Even short as he was, the flare of his head made sucking deeply difficult. He chuckled to himself as he heard the catches in my throat and the gags, the heavy hand making sure I wasn't trying to pull off or take a breather. Eventually, I had gotten into a rhythm and founded some comfort, hair tickling my nose, flare poking my epiglottis, the heavy gut pressing and rubbing against the side of my face with his breathing and my bobbing. It was then that I wondered what he had gotten his phone out for...oh, a different angle. A close-up, hand casually hanging just above the cushions and aiming at me doing my work. <<speech "Adam">>"Alright!"<</speech>> He <<shake 2s>>smacked<</shake>> my ass sharply. He gave a sharp jerk of his hips, jabbing his cock deep and making me instinctively pull back and off with a cough. <<speech "Adam">>"Not awful. Photographers might be okay with you."<</speech>> <<dollRearView>> His clothes shifted to join mine and we made do with the small, uncomfortable couch, his hands grabbing and moving me into doggystyle, <<speechPC>>"A...condom?"<</speechPC>> My head flicked back and around looking at him aiming his meat, nudging my cleft. <<speech "Adam">>"You're on the pill, right?"<</speech>> He didn't make eye contact, looking down as he aimed his phone at the viewpoint as well. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<speechPC>>"Uh. No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Adam">>"You're cool with me nutting you, though, yeah?"<</speech>> Still no eye contact. I realized it really wasn't a question. It was either me say yes and 'get nutted' -- my stomach flipped -- or have gotten naked, fingered and given him head all on camera for nothing. <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Oh. Okay."<</speechPC>> Still no eye contact. All the possibilities of what number I was for him, the risk and threat of disease fluttering through my queasy stomach. <</if>> <br><br> And then he was in me, abrupt and quickly he was sheathed. I gasped in sharply at the entrance. His hand found my hair and pulled back at my head. His other hand was preoccupied with his phone, otherwise I'm sure it would have been grasping at my tits or ass. <br><br> While he wasn't that well equipped, his sack was prodigious, smacking with weight that rivaled his stomach against the top of my mound and across my slit, whacking at me pendulously as we fucked. My neck was craned, I whimpered plaintively as he railed me on the couch, wondering what kind of decision I had made. Listening to his grunts, feeling his gut against my back, his heat and hardness within me. <br><br> And then it was <<linkreplace"over.">> <<cumSpray pussy1 mound1 thighs1>> over. His balls predicted the monster size of his load that spewed inside me, pressing tightly against me from behind to ensure he got me filled and deeply. Then, wordlessly, we came free from each other, both of us panting and breathing heavily as we switched modes as nonchalantly as possible. <br><br><br> I awkwardly cleaned up the couch as best I could while he cleaned himself up a bit. <<speech "Adam">>"Hey," he called back over to me, a firm, but caring look in his eyes, "A promise is a promise."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Cool. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I nodded, collecting myself and my things. I gave an incredibly awkward, <<speechPC>>"Bye"<</speechPC>> and wave as I headed to the door, noticing the camcorder light was still red. And had been the whole time. <br><br><br> With a pit in my stomach, I closed the door, <<if 8 lte random(1,10)>> wondering whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - FirstShoot]]. <<else>> wondering whether I'd [[hear from Adam again|HS002 - ModelOutro]]. <</if>> <<include "HS000 - Cheating">> <br><br> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<vCardCheck Adam M "Adam, my first Agent">> <</linkreplace>>
<<outfit default>> <<if visited("HS002 - FirstShoot")>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Bikini on the sand */ <<if $HS.modelHire gt 7>> <<run $Memories.push("TeenModel")>> <<Stats Confident += 2>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Learning -= 2>> <<face happy>> <<outfit redbikini>> It was crazy. The stories turned out to be true. People did get discovered anywhere. I got shoots from time to time and everyone got used to the money coming in to the college fund. I got to travel, but most fun was seeing me in an ad. A weird kind of mirror. <br><br> School was hard to maintain. I was always lugging my books and having to pay tutors to try and keep me up to date. But I'd miss tests and homework inevitably. It was the cost of this lifestyle. <br><br> For kids at school, it was a mixed bag. Girls hated it and their reactions went from constantly trying to ingratiate themselves to just icing me out. Guys loved it, and made me more of a get -- which made the rest of [[school|HS001 - StoryArc]] more interesting. <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face sad>> And that was it. My early and quick foray into modeling. From the excitement of being found and selected without even trying, and then seeing how it all played out. <br><br> Theres a part of me that regrets not trying a little harder, or doing something different -- maybe I could have made more of the opportunity. <br><br><br> But it was a great learning experience, and it got me a little clout as we headed into the final stretch at which made the rest of [[school|HS001 - StoryArc]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face sad>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Just a couple Polaroids sitting on a very bare table, emphasizing the emptiness that should have more pictures */ And that was it. My early and quick foray into modeling. From the excitement of being found and selected without even trying, and then seeing how it all played out. <br><br> Theres a part of me that regrets not trying a little harder, or doing something different -- maybe I could have made more of the opportunity. <br><br><br> But it was a great learning experience, and it got me a little clout as we headed into the final stretch at which made the rest of [[school|HS001 - StoryArc]]. <</if>>
<<outfit underwear>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Naked Legs up in the backseat, pulling shorts along them*/ <<print $CC.MName>> smiled at me, peering back from the driver's seat. We'd come straight from school and I was awkwardly trying to change in the backseat, <<speech $CC.MName>>"I heard they have locker rooms, dear."<</speech>> Her tone was kind, but it still stung. If this had been the school gym, the girls I had grown up with, the ones I saw in PE...it would have been different. Maybe eventually. These were strangers and...stripping down in front of them felt too vulnerable right now. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, just...faster this way."<</speechPC>> I had my backpack crammed up against one of the windows while my eyes darted at the other ones, making sure no one was seeing me as we sat in the parking lot. <<speech $CC.MName>>"Okay." I could hear her disbelief.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Show up early and ready to go. Impress the coach, ya know?"<</speechPC>> I tugged on the <<link "jersey">><<upper "yellowsportsshirt">><</link>>. At least now, people would see me fumbling around but not realize I was essentially Winnie the Pooh-ing it. <<speech $CC.MName>>"I think he'll care more about your talent than coming in your uniform Day One."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just...I'm halfway there, Mom. Can you just--"<</speechPC>> I stuffed my school clothes into my gym bag with a bit too much force, feeling them catch on the zipper. <br><br> She switched tacks immediately, <<speech $CC.MName>>"Club team. That's a big step, <<print $CC.name>>." <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Was getting too old for the 'everyone gets a trophy' teams."<</speechPC>> Shifting my shoulder away from my backpack, I let it drop so I could dig through it for the rest of my gear. <<speech $CC.MName>>"But you would absolutely //trounce// them."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I think that's called bullying, not fair play." <</speechPC>> She laughed, eyes making contact in the rearview mirror, <<speech $CC.MName>><<if $CC.Mom == 1>>"I'd argue it's better to win than it is to play fair."<<else>>"But you've got to admit it'd be funny?"<</if>><</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I don't think you're winning any parent-of-the-year awards with these kind of suggestions."<</speechPC>> The <<link "spandex">><<lower "tightsportsshorts">><</link>> tugged tightly up my legs. <<speech $CC.MName>>"Hm. So what would you suggest, then?" <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Did you ever play?"<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"Volleyball? No. I was surprised you wanted to pick it up."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>I shrugged, "A bunch of upperclassmen seemed to really enjoy their club."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"I didn't really do the sports thing, growing up."<</speech>> <<if $CC.Mom == 0>>I believed her. She never really had much definition. She was just a full-on, typical Mom-type Mom.<<else>>It was hard to not show my disbelief. She never hit the gym, but she had this effortless grace and athleticism about her.<</if>> <<speechPC>>"Really?"<</speechPC>> I slid my feet into my <<link "sneaks">><<feet "shoes_chunkysneakers">><</link>>. <<speech $CC.MName>>"Let's say //I'm// impressed. You look great, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> She did look like she was beaming. <<speechPC>>"Well. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I leaned forward, gave her a peck on her cheek and began sliding out of the car, tugging my gym bag with me, <<speechPC>>"I'm ready to go."<</speechPC>> <<speech $CC.MName>>"I'll be here to pick you up when you're done."<</speech>> Hitting the door shut with my butt, I couldn't help but smile. It was nice to <<if $CC.Mom == 0>>see her making this effort with me<<else>>have Mom back in town for once<</if>>, it made things feel more normal. <<speechPC>>"Kay. Thanks, [[Mom|HS002 - Sports2]]."<</speechPC>> I called to her through the window and waved, stepping over towards the gym and my new after-school life on a club volleyball team.
<<outfit sports>> <<set $HS.compWin = $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value>> <<if ($CC.freetime == "sporty" || $CC.schoolinterest == "active") && ($CC.hsv == "sporty" || $CC.hsv == "cheer")>> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> School was...fine. I got along with my cohort and went to class. It just wasn't my speed. It was hours of being sedentary. It was flexing brain muscles rather than my real muscles. <br><br> I missed the days of Elementary school when you'd be sent out to recess. <br><br> PE was a single hour //some// days during the week. <br><br> It wasn't enough. <br><br> By the time the final bell rang, I was ready to explode out of my seat and do something active. <br><br> I craved the extracurriculars that gave me peace and a feeling of accomplishment. And this would be something new. A new sport to push me in new ways. I was dying for the opportunity. <br><br> My heart was in my throat and it was ''pumping'' with excitement. I couldn't stop myself from smiling seeing the other girls assembled there already -- Classmates were fine, but there was a different bond and energy with teammates. <br><br> They were all new to me, coming from across the county, but all with a similar background and desire to compete. <br><br> There was a tension as we assembled. We had no bearings on each other. What skills did we bring to the table. We would be competing together as a team, but in those initial moments, you could feel the competition that came naturally to us infiltrating the space between us. <br><br> We eyed each other cautiously while we waited for the thick air to be cut by our coach: Rod. He was a fantastic server in his own right and had been on the American team in 1990. We were all in awe of him and his pedigree. This club was one of the preeminent ones in the country, simply because of him. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Rod">>Needless to say, I was enamored from the moment we met. Most of the girls were. And that kind of made it more important that he and //me// be a thing. Careful, <<print $CC.name>>. Didn't wanna screw this up.<</if>> <br><br> Clap, clap. <<speech "Rod">>"Alright, girls. Let's do some drills. Let me see what you can do."<</speech>> Clap, clap. <br><br> We scrambled onto the court and began to show off or striking, setting, serving. <br><br> I was exhausted, sweaty and dying for a shower by the end of our first session. The ick was too much to take, so I got over myself and headed to locker room along with all the other <<linkexpand "girls">> <<skillChecked "Pubes">> <<skillChecked "Suggestible" "Clique Label Reaction" "Stable" "Confident">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Naked girls in a shower */ girls. <br><br> <span id="pubes"> <<if Array("bush", "trimmed", "bikini").includes($Body.pubes)>> I pulled <<link "off my clothing">><<outfit naked>><</link>> urgently. The sound of water running was teasing me. Girls were already in there and I needed to get clean. Now. <br><br> Then, as I stepped out of my shorts, one of the girls coughed. <br><br> Another cough. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell she was looking at me. I froze, trying to ignore her. She had been one of the girls I had driven a spike at and was wondering if this was come-uppance. Maybe I should have taken my earlier beliefs to heart and stayed out of the locker room a bit longer. <br><br> <<speech "Lindsay">>"Gross."<</speech>> It was another girl, standing naked beside me, hands on her hips. The coughing girl had become laughing girl and I was gaining an audience as they checked out my sweaty, matted pubes. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> It came out as a squeak more than anything else. <br><br> <<speech "Erica">>"Fuckin nasty."<</speech>> I heard one girl gag. There wasn't a conversation. Just shaking heads as the hairless twats walked away from me and my shame. <br><br> The heat on my cheeks wasn't residue from the workout. I was embarassed and could feel my lower hair clinging to my body as it wetted in the shower. And as nice as it felt to get clean, all I could think about was comparing my trim to their lack. I felt a wholesale expectation to go bald. Lindsey, the cougher, was cleaner than I'd ever thought possible. Deepa and Rachel kept something along the lines of...a line, landing strip. But they were the only two. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lte 0>> I quickly joined in and decided between the <<link "Line">><<replace "#pubes" t8n>> <<set $Body.pubes = "strip">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<include "HS002 - Sports - Crossroads">> <</replace>><</link>> and <<link "Hollywood">><<replace "#pubes" t8n>> <<set $Body.pubes = "bald">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<include "HS002 - Sports - Crossroads">> <</replace>><</link>> look. <<elseif $CC.labelReaction gt 0>> I wasn't going to be the odd-ball and went <<link "Hollywood">><<replace "#pubes" t8n>> <<set $Body.pubes = "bald">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<include "HS002 - Sports - Crossroads">> <</replace>><</link>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lte 0>> But I rocked it anyway, <<link "Fuck'em.">><<replace "#pubes" t8n>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<include "HS002 - Sports - Crossroads">> <</replace>><</link>> <br><br> Or... The __next__ day, we were all <<link "smiles">><<replace "#pubes" t8n>> <<set $Body.pubes = "bald">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<include "HS002 - Sports - Crossroads">> <</replace>><</link>> rather than stares. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 0 || $CC.labelReaction lte 0>> I preferred being <<link "Unique">><<replace "#pubes" t8n>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<include "HS002 - Sports - Crossroads">> <</replace>><</link>> <br><br> Or... The __next__ day, we were all <<link "smiles">><<replace "#pubes" t8n>> <<set $Body.pubes = "bald">> <<run Doll.refresh()>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<include "HS002 - Sports - Crossroads">> <</replace>><</link>> rather than stares. <</if>> <<else>> I pulled <<link "off my clothing">><<outfit naked>><</link>> urgently. The sound of water running was teasing me. Girls were already in there and I needed to get clean. Now. <br><br> I heard a cough from a girl named Lindsey. I looked over and she was making another, louder, clearly fake as she drew attention to one of the girls who was dropping her panties to reveal an absolute forest of pubic hair. <br><br> <<speech "Erica">>"Gross."<</speech>> Another girl, naked besides me, hands on her hips had joined Lindsey in her disgust. In moments it was a circle around Ruby as she got red and seemed to be on the verge of crying as the rest of us stood around her in our assortment of hairlessness. <br><br> Was I going to <<link "join in">><<replace "#pubes" t8n>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<speechPC>>"Fuckin nasty."<</speechPC>> I gagged at her performatively. I received a raucous laugh. They liked that. I got a firm smack on my bare ass. <br><br> Ruby did begin to cry. <br><br> There wasn't a conversation. Just shaking heads as me and the other hairless twats walked away from her and her shame. <br><br> The next day she was covered in razor burn, but she had <<link "shaved">><<replace "#pubes">> <<include "HS002 - Sports - Crossroads">> <</replace>><</link>> and towed the line. <</replace>><</link>> or <<link "defend her right">><<replace "#pubes" t8n>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<speechPC>>"Shut the fuck up guys. It's just hair." <</speechPC>> <br><br> Mouths dropped open in surprise. Brows furrowed and I got look overs worse than Ruby had. <br><br> She began to cry, but I think because I had saved her. <br><br> There wasn't any more conversation. Just shaking heads at me and her as the hairless twats walked away from us and into the showers. <br><br> She kept rocking her forest and didn't get any more <<link "commentary">><<replace "#pubes">> <<include "HS002 - Sports - Crossroads">> <</replace>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>> to maintain as little as she wanted to? As differently as she wanted to. <</if>> </span> <</linkexpand>>
<<outfit sports>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Girls playing volleyball */ I was placed at the top of the team. <br><br> That meant our rotation was built around me. Despite the animosity that I knew was there, it was tamped in lieu of our chances of winning. <br><br> After school were days of drilling skill, relentless jumping, running and weight training. Friday we'd have a practice game and then call it quits for the week. <br><br> Saturday was our one day off, which was mostly filled with ice baths, carb-loading, and resting as much as I could. <br><br> Because Sunday mornings were the technical sessions. <br><br> Rod had taken especial interest in my training. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Rod">>I hoped it was a sign not just to my talent...but also my //talent.<</if>> It was just me and him. Each Sunday was tuned to exactly where I was falling short, or where I had the most easy improvement. Tailored, one-on-one drills followed by a sit-down strategy session, analysis of upcoming pairings and then his regimen for me and my next week. <br><br> I was his protege. Custom gym and nutrition program to stick to. Twice a week -- outside of practice -- I sweat in the gym, doing strength, core and "pre-hab" exercises. I drank mostly smoothies, ate power salads, and was told to avoid alcohol. Period. <br><br> With all this training -- plus //occasionally// putting eyeballs on schoolwork to appease everyone else -- that Spring was __packed__, and an incredibly stressful time. <br><br> We were doing well, winning most of our games, but Rod was applying more pressure on me than the rest of the girls. They where happy to be shorter blades of grass, but I could tell they also bristled against my special attention. At times I wanted him to forget about me, because it felt like it essentially all rode on me. <br><br> It felt as if ''//I//'' focused a bit harder we might have a shot at Districts. <br><br> The gym echoed with the squeaks of my sneakers those afternoons. <br><br> Then, when I went home, I drove the neighbors mad with the smack-pound of the balls against the fence. My grunts and yells preceded each one, a call-and-response and its own kind of rhythmic music. <br><br> Volleyball was life. It didn't //have// to be. But I did have to decide how much I was willing to give to Rod and the girls. How much of myself was I going to invest in our competitive chances? <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - Sports_Comp]] $CC.labelReaction gt 0>> A potential victory at the upcoming District Championship was all that mattered. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't fall in with her Clique enough. <<path [[HS002 - Sports_Fun]] $CC.labelReaction lt 0>> I was doing this only to keep fit and kill time. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too in line with her Clique. <<path [[HS002 - Sports_Comp]] $CC.maleReaction gt 0>> I needed was the affirmation: Rod said so, I did so. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't want male attention enough. <<path [[HS002 - Sports_Comp]] $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> The pressure from Rod was all I needed to lean in. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't suggestible enough. <<path [[HS002 - Sports_Fun][$Stats.Traits['Confident'].base --]]>> The pressure felt too much for me, everything couldn't be //only// on my shoulders. <</crossroads>>
<<set $HS.compWin -->> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Volleyball on the floor beside a pair of heels */ It didn't take long before I started shirking his expectations. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Rod">>He had to view me as something other than an athlete if we were going to have our time together...<</if>> <br><br> He really was a good coach: he saw it coming and pulled back before I even had to mention 'quitting'. He saw me disconnect and turned to Lindsey, Ruby, Deepa, and Rachel. They didn't receive the one-on-one importance or attention that I had, but they were the core focus of our team. <br><br> There was a terseness to his voice when he called my name. A definite disappointment in his eyes. <br><br> Still, he was able to keep us winning. We kept powering through our competition. Without me. See? I hadn't really mattered all that much. <br><br> Thank god I hadn't thrown more into training. I saved myself so much bullshit. We were on our way to Districts, irrespective. <br><br><br> Our main rival was a team from across town, led by an outside hitter named Ava, an upper class trophy-wife-to-be who was 'slumming it' rather than spending her time at Equinox like other girls in her echelon. <br><br> How did I know her so well? She went to my fucking school. <br><br> I could no longer disconnect my school life with my competitive life. Whatever happened between us on the court was going to be news. And one of us had to win. <br><br> But that also meant that I knew her better than other 'killers' on other squads that we'd come across. <br><br> First: she had a killer wrist-away shot. Second: she was a complete bitch, who couldn't stand me for some reason. <br><br> Case in point, she spread a rumour to the other girls in my club to avoid me because I was a lesbian. <<if $CC.sexuality == "lesbian">>Bullseye, but girls had to closet a lot more carefully than guys.<<elseif $CC.sexuality == "bi">>Not...quite girly.<<else>>Vicious lie.<</if>> Coming from her it was extra-effective. It didn't matter who I liked, everyone now viewed me as an out-and-out carpet muncher. I heard around school that she was getting people to call me "Fat <<print $CC.name>>". Unoriginal, but hurts to this day. <br><br> Last? She //loved// to six-pack an unsuspecting opponent. <br><br> That would ''not'' be me. <br><br><br> I'd ''love'' to beat her up, but I was willing to accept simply beating her. <br><br> Rod recommended some extra one-on-one training on Saturday mornings -- saying I needed to work harder. <<speech "Rod">>"Your Aces aren't going to work against her."<</speech>> It burned but also felt like he was just trying to get me back as his little volleyball marionette. <br><br> And Rob and the court had competition. Me and my girl <<print $CC.FName>> had recently learned that wearing lipstick and eyeshadow got us served at bars just one neighborhood over. For some reason...they didn't card. <br><br> Grabbing drinks, breaking Rod's cardinal rule -- and they usually ended up being free -- on a Friday night had become my new favorite way to blow off steam. <br><br> Ava had built up a lot of steam. <br><br> But Rod's insistence on training tickled the back of my mind. I wanted to beat Ava, but that meant training time with Rod. I doubted I could hit up "Paddy's with <<print $CC.FName>>" //and// face a training session with Rod the morning after. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - Sports_ExtraSesh]]>> So, I gave up the partying until after Districts. <<path [[HS002 - Sports_ExtraSesh][$HS.compHungover = true]] $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lte 0>> I tried to do both. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too stable. <<path [[HS002 - Sports_Paddys]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> Winning wasn't worth giving up the fun. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <</crossroads>>
<<set $HS.compWin ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A volleyball court */ <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> I was sore. I was beaten down. But I was also thrilled. I was now seeing myself as the instrument of destruction that Rod saw me as from the first day. <br><br> Maybe I'd be as good and famous as Rod someday. <br><br> With our powers combined, we powered through the rest of the field. <br><br> Kills dominated when I was on the backline. Searing strikes right where they had the most bodies in a way that left the other squads shaking their heads. <br><br> I sacrificed my body to stop their strikers, throwing myself down on the hardwood to keep a rally alive. I found ways to squeeze my forearms under shots that seemed like they had already hit the floor. <br><br> And on the front-line, my blocks were like a wall, my sets seemed to float for eternity. It didn't matter where I was on the court. The other teams couldn't find ways to keep me from making a difference on every. single. play. <br><br> Clinching //first// in our District was on the horizon. I could taste it. <br><br> Our main rival was a team from across town, led by an outside hitter named Ava, an upper class trophy-wife-to-be who was 'slumming it' rather than spending her time at Equinox like other girls in her echelon. <br><br> How did I know her so well? She went to my fucking school. <br><br> I could no longer disconnect my school life with my competitive life. Whatever happened between us on the court was going to be news. And one of us had to win. <br><br> But that also meant that I knew her better than other 'killers' on other squads that we'd come across. <br><br> First: she had a killer wrist-away shot. Second: she was a complete bitch, who couldn't stand me for some reason. <br><br> Case in point, she spread a rumour to the other girls in my club to avoid me because I was a lesbian. <<if $CC.sexuality == "lesbian">>Bullseye, but girls had to closet a lot more carefully than guys.<<elseif $CC.sexuality == "bi">>Not...quite girly.<<else>>Vicious lie.<</if>> Coming from her it was extra-effective. It didn't matter who I liked, everyone now viewed me as an out-and-out carpet muncher. I heard around school that she was getting people to call me "Fat <<print $CC.name>>". Unoriginal, but hurts to this day. <br><br> Last? She //loved// to six-pack an unsuspecting opponent. <br><br> That would ''not'' be me. <br><br><br> I'd ''love'' to beat her up, but I was willing to accept simply beating her. <br><br> Rod recommended some extra one-on-one training on Saturday mornings -- saying I needed to work harder. <<speech "Rod">>"Your Aces aren't going to work against her."<</speech>> His belief that I wasn't good enough really burned me. <br><br> And Rob and the court had competition. Me and my girl <<print $CC.FName>> had recently learned that wearing lipstick and eyeshadow got us served at bars just one neighborhood over. For some reason...they didn't card. <br><br> Grabbing drinks, breaking Rod's cardinal rule -- and they usually ended up being free -- on a Friday night had become my new favorite way to blow off steam. <br><br> Ava had built up a lot of steam. <br><br> But Rod's insistence on training tickled the back of my mind. I wanted to beat Ava, but that meant training time with Rod. I doubted I could hit up "Paddy's with <<print $CC.FName>>" //and// face a training session with Rod the morning after. <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - Sports_ExtraSesh]]>> So, I gave up the partying until after Districts. <<path [[HS002 - Sports_ExtraSesh][$HS.compHungover = true]] $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lte -1>> I couldn't give up either one. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too stable. <<path [[HS002 - Sports_Paddys]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 1>> Partying was just too much fun. I excused myself from even //more// training with Rod. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky enough. <</crossroads>>
<<set $HS.compWin += 2>> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<set $HS.ava = random(1,5)>> <<if $HS.compHungover == true>> <<call>>"Paddys?"<</call>> <br><br> <<call $CC.FName>>"Yaaaaas!"<</call>> <br><br> That was it. She knew what that meant. <br><br> It meant: We'd hit up the bar and I'd be able to release some of this stress. <br><br> It meant: I'd //maybe// wake up with my alarm and shuffle my hungover way to practice and avoid throwing up. <br><br> It meant: Bullshitting Rod more often than not. "That time of the month." <<else>> <<call>>"Hey uh, <<print $CC.FName>>..."<</call>> <br><br> <<call $CC.FName>>"Nooooo...."<</call>> <br><br> <<call>>"Yeah."<</call>> <br><br> That was it. She knew. She was disappointed. Not a single text back. <br><br> I hadn't clarified, but she knew how much winning meant to me. <br><br> It meant: going to sleep early on Friday nights. <</if>> <br><br> It meant: 7AM //every// day of my few remaining weekends were spent in an empty gym, one-on-one with <<linkexpand "Rod">> /* IMAGE (Needed): A coaches whistle, hanging around a neck and resting a man's upper chest (T-Shirt) */ Rod. <br><br> Without the distraction of the other girls, it was eight hours per week of intense personal coaching -- focused on everything: technical, mental, physical, strategic. <br><br><br> Rod coached me not to think about anyone else on the court except myself. <<speech "Rod">>"It literally doesn't matter what they're doing; you're either giving it 100% in every single second or you're not, and that's all you need--" he poked my head, "going on in here."<</speech>> His touch ignited something <<linkexpand "inside me">> inside me. <br><br><br> <<speech "Rod">>"Yes!"<</speech>> Clap, clap. His long, athletic legs crossed the distance towards me after a brutal spike. "//That's//" he smacked he hard on my ass, <<speech "Rod">>"What."<</speech>> Smack. <<speech "Rod">>"I'm."<</speech>> SMACK. <<speech "Rod">>"Talking."<</speech>> SMACK! <<speech "Rod">>"About."<</speech>> Pat, pat, pat, <<speech "Rod">>"Atta girl, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<linkexpand "SMACK!">> <<shake 3s>>SMACK!<</shake>> <br><br><br> <<speech "Rod">>"Right. Right."<</speech>> He thought, looking down at the floor as we headed off the court. He caressed his dimpled chin with two of his fingers while his other hand rested against my sacrum, guiding me possessively. <br><br> It was right on the bare skin above the skin-tight shorts that showed off every contour of my female form. I wondered if he thought about me in <<linkexpand "that way">> that way. <br><br><br> <<speech "Rod">>"Here!"<</speech>> He called me off the court, pointing beside him like I was a puppy being made to heel. <br><br> I sprinted over. <br><br> <<speech "Rod">>"<<print $CC.name>>. It's //here//. It's all ''here''."<</speech>> <br><br> Again, that jab right at my forehead as I looked up at him. It was a weird and very personal invasion of my space. It was violent. Dominant. Strangely <<linkexpand "sexual">> sexual. <br><br> Something about the way he did it, whether it was his signature head-poke, or a hand on my lower back. It seemed innocent, but it felt otherwise. <br><br><br> And then there were the training and [[treatment sessions|HS002 - Sports_Treatment]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-Sports_Treatment.png">> <<outfit towel>> Sometimes I'd sprain something, strain something. It was just a fact of high-level competition. <br><br> Other times it was just stretching out, a very enjoyable, deep-tissue massage that rewarded my body for the exertion. <br><br> Our Club had athletic trainers during the week, but Rod had years of experience and there wasn't anyone on staff during our extra sessions. <br><br> So Rod was the trainer on the weekends. <br><br> He was always respectful, cleaning up the gym from our work while he let me have the space and time to get into a towel and lay out before he would walk in, "So what should we work on today?" He'd say as he would walk in. Just like the trainer during the week. <br><br> <div id="massage"> <<crossroads #massage>> <<path $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value gt 1>> This time I hadn't kept my underwear on under the towel. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough. <<contents>> <<set $HS.compWin -->> I leaned up on my elbows, looking back at him. The movement naturally caused my thighs to part more and I saw his eyes dip to the towel's shadow revealing peeks of what was...or wasn't...underneath, <<speechPC>>"Doesn't matter to me...just need you to get into it."<</speechPC>> That was it. Literally laid it all out on the table for him. Now I'd find out whether I was imagining things or picking up on a mutual interest. He was silent, taking in the view and slowly approaching the table. I gave a little smile and let my feet kick up and smack against the table slightly. It made my body jiggle. It made my pussy peek more. <br><br> His strong hands grasped my ankles, preventing any more kicking. <<speech "Rod">>"You just tell me when to stop, then."<</speech>> The fingertips pressed up my achilles and into the flesh of my calves. I grunted and my head fell back down against the table. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Kay."<</speechPC>> I was already wet. But he took his time working the knots out of my legs, inching his way closer to my core. I was //sopping// by the time I knew he could feel the heat. I could smell me, I knew he could smell me. He let his fingers caress down into the crevice between my thighs, not touching my mound, but teasing close enough that we were both aware. Twisting my head to look back at him again, he still had his normal expression as if this were any other session. <br><br> My hand went over to his athletic shorts. He was hard, unlike other sessions. He didn't stop me and I freed his cock. Still that calm, normal expression. I had to change that. So I took him into my mouth, my body craning awkwardly back as he held my hips against the table, working at my thighs and lower gluteus. The strain of the position did cause the knot of my towel to <<link "give away">><<outfit naked>><</link>>. His breathing deepened, but still no significant response despite his hands feeling my arousal and his sensitive member feeling the pleasure of my tongue and mouth. <br><br> Still, this was happening. And with my mouth full, I couldn't exactly say stop. <br><br> He gave in, fingers finally sliding over the offer I'd been giving him since he walked in. I shuddered, mouth popping off his cock as I nearly came from the barest of touches. Fuck. I really wanted this. <br><br> My eyes lifted from his shining glans to meet his eyes. Finally he was looking at me. I shifted again, thighs to the edges of the massage table. No longer offering a peek, now offering entrance. <<dollRearView>> <br><br> He lifted up and onto the table. The entrance was quick, simple and effective. He was spiking his shaft to my court and nailing my spot from the first thrust. <br><br> I squealed and squirmed underneath him, grabbing at the table as I felt his strong body beating into me from above. <br><br> His athleticism came in handy because he went for a long time. It was our longest training session and before we were done the table was soaked with me, the room full of the scent of us. <br><br> Eventually, as he came, I finally got a <<linkexpand "reaction from him.">> reaction from him. <br><br> <<cumSpray thighs2>> I wanted to laugh, but all I could do was smile as he closed out our game with his volley across my back, ass and inner thighs -- barely pulling out in time. He yelled out the way he did when he was sending a searing strike across the net. <br><br> Then we untangled and scrambled awkwardly off the table, my body pressed to exhaustion from practice and now driven to the limits of control by repeated orgasms. But I felt loose. I felt relaxed. <br><br> I collapsed on the floor, his liquid coursing down my skin. "I'm done." I didn't care that the floor was cold and bare, nothing would respond. <br><br> <<speech "Rod">>"So you want to call practice?"<</speech>> He chuckled at me, reaching down to help me up. <br><br> We'd never called it early before. Today was different. <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> We had a different dynamic from then on. It was closer, more in tune with each other. The other practices always went long and I didn't get the massage and stretching work that I probably needed from then on, but we had a different way to close out practice. And I definitely felt stretched afterwards. <br><br> Probably hurt the overall, but we didn't care. <</linkexpand>> <br><br> <<if $HS.compHungover == true>> No matter how good or rough those extra weekend sessions were, I was always looking forward to the next week at [[Paddy's|HS002 - Sports_Paddys]]. <<else>> Before we knew it, [[Districts were here|HS002 - Sports3]]. <</if>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Rod">> <br><br> Needless to say, that's how things started between us. <</if>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name !== "Rod">> <<include "HS000 - Cheating">> <</if>> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<vCardCheck Rod M "Rod, on the massage table during our extra sessions.">> <<path>> My hamstrings really hurt. <<contents>> <<set $HS.compwin ++>> I leaned up on my elbows, looking back at him. The movement naturally caused my thighs to part more and I saw his eyes dip to the towel's shadow, <<speechPC>>"Legs are pretty tight."<</speechPC>> <br><br> His strong hands grasped my ankles, <<speech "Rod">>"You just tell me when to stop, then."<</speech>> The fingertips pressed up my achilles and into the flesh of my calves. I grunted and my head fell back down against the table. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Kay."<</speechPC>> I was already wet. It felt wrong and I tried to fight back the desire. That wasn't our dynamic and I couldn't ruin things. He didn't want to, clearly. We'd had so much time alone...it was just a flirtation. But tell that to my hormones. <br><br> He took his time working the knots out of my legs, inching his way closer to my core. I was //sopping// by the time I knew he could feel the heat. I could smell me, I knew he could smell me. He let his fingers caress down into the crevice between my thighs, not touching my mound, but teasing close enough that we were both aware. Twisting my head to look back at him again, he still had his normal expression as if this were any other session. <br><br> <<speech "Rod">>"How's that feel?"<</speech>> Cool, calm, collected. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Good. Keep going."<</speechPC>> I felt the twinge in my throat as I heard myself saying that. <br><br> He nodded and did...away from where I wanted him to go. <br><br> It felt like a victory and a loss at the same time. We weren't going to go there no matter how much part of me wanted us to. <br><br> And still, him working his hands over my bare skin on the table felt //great//. <br><br> Later that night I'd spend my own training session recalling those moments and brought myself to massive crescendos. <br><br> I wondered if he was doing the same at home. <br><br> <<if $HS.compHungover == true>> No matter how good or rough those extra weekend sessions were, I was always looking forward to the next week at [[Paddy's|HS002 - Sports_Paddys]]. <<else>> Before we knew it, [[Districts were here|HS002 - Sports3]]. <</if>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Rod">><br><br> That gave us the moment of closeness that we needed. It was soon after that we started seeing each other. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-CompParty-alt">> <<outfit club>> <<set $HS.ava = random(1,5)>> <<set $HS.compWin -->> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<set $People['CC'].M.rel -->> <<set $People['CC'].Drew.rel -->> <<set $People['CC'].Ethan.rel -= 2>> Three club sessions and two gym workouts a week were more than enough I figured. Without the release of "Paddy's with <<print $CC.FName>>," I was never going to beat Ava. <br><br> Most weeks, I used school as an excuse: <<call>>"Sorry Rod, I ''had'' to graduate."<</call>> <br><br> He wasn't happy. He would never text back. There would be some slight on Monday of the next week, but he couldn't make me skip out on my favorite part of the week. <br><br><br> We'd become regular 'barflies' at Paddy's. I don't know how long it took them to realize that these were fake IDs and we certainly weren't "Ash" and "//E//va" -- because they definitely did at some point -- but they never brought it up. And in the beginning, we were blind to anything other than how exciting it was to be let in. <br><br> The Boys were already upset that I spent so much time away from them, but knowing that I not only was skipping out on them but //also// practice? That really chapped their hides. Probably most of all because we got into places they never could. <<print $CC.friend1>>, Ethan and Andrew were pretty envious: they always got ID'd whenever they tried to get into a bar or club. Ethan claimed to sometimes get served in a bar in <<if $CC.hometown == "NO">>the next town over<</if>><<if $CC.hometown == "WA">>Capitol Hill<</if>><<if $CC.hometown == "LA">>Silver Lake<</if>><<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>Soho<</if>><<if $CC.hometown == "AL">>Montgomery<</if>>, but he's full of shit. <br><br> We had no problem. I mean, we looked ''hot''. <br><br> It was not the place that had girls that looked like us show up regularly. Or ever. Our regularity was met with excited, broad grins. <br><br> Our biggest fan at that hole-in-the-wall was: <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS002 - Sports_Party2][$HS.paddyHU = "Marty"]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 && $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> The guy who 'owned' the corner seat. Your quintessential middle-aged man drowning his sorrows in drink, Marty. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't risky and easy enough. <<path [[HS002 - Sports_Party2][$HS.paddyHU = "Sean"]]>> The bartender, his Irish lilt giving away his first-generation heritage, Sean. <<path [[HS002 - Sports_Party2][$HS.paddyHU = "None"]]>> The guys were nice, respectful beyond their gaze, but essentially only good for a free beer. <</crossroads>>
<<face drunk>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A Man sitting alone at the end of a bar */ <<if $HS.paddyHU == "Marty">> <<print $CC.FName>> has gone to the bathroom and I had gotten bored. It was a very quiet night at Paddy's and curiosity got the better of me. <br><br> I slid into the stool next to Marty, which startled him, <<speech "Marty">>"Oh uh, hey Eva."<</speech>> (We both used fake names to align with our ID's. It was extra freeing.) <<speech "Marty">>"I can't buy you a drink tonight."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not a mooch--"<</speechPC>> he chuckled at that, <<speechPC>>"Okay, well not to you, okay?"<</speechPC>> I stuck out my hand, he grasped and shook it. It was an uninspired grip, <<speechPC>>"You okay?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Marty">>"Laid off today. As if everything else wasn't enough."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Fuck. I'm sorry..."<</speechPC>> He was always a stick in the mud, but tonight he looked downright awful. I felt bad, and I had been mooching enough drinks off him. I owed him //something//. Reaching between my thighs for my bag, I dug around for some cash. After a few moments, I realized my thighs splaying apart had been giving Marty a full view up my <<link "dress">><<upper "dress_littleblack_up">><</link>>. <br><br> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> <<speech "Marty">>"I miss pussy."<</speech>> He sighed, eyeing my pink longingly. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Shit, I'm sorry Marty,"<</speechPC>> giggling to play it off. <br><br> <<speech "Marty">>"Oh no, thank you, Eva. Most I've gotten in years."<</speech>> I put the cash on the bar and motioned for a beer for Marty. Man, I felt so bad for him. Without much thinking (and probably influenced by my drinking so far) the stool squeaked closer and I lightly nudged his hand to my thigh. <br><br> He looked shocked, but he didn't take much encouragement. The softness of my thigh gave way to the softness between them as he drove right for the gold. <br><br> I yelped and grasped at the bar, my eyes wide with the suddenness and lack of care. <br><br> <<speech "Marty">>"Sorry."<</speech>> He chuckled as he twisted one of his fingers back and forth within me, feeling every ridge and bump inside me. <br><br> I tried to avoid eye contact with Sean, especially as he glanced against my spot and made me twitch again, <<speechPC>>"It's--ngh--okay, Marty."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sean">>"You okay there, Eva?"<</speech>> Only the barest of look up at the younger bartender as he checked in on me and I gave him a quick nod, hinting that he go away. He absolutely could see Marty's hand bunching my dress as his fingers undulated in and out. <br><br> <<speech "Marty">>"She's fiiine, Sean."<</speech>> Bartenders know their place. I watched him wander off as my panting began to grow, hunching my hips to the edge of the stool as the sadsack fingerbanged me as a consolation prize for the night. <br><br> Unfortunately, watching him go brought my eyes to <<print $CC.FName>>'s return. My eyes widened and I tried to wave her off, but she just smiled and approached with increased interest. <<speech $CC.FName>>"How's it going, guys?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Marty lost. His. Job. Today."<</speechPC>> I tried to play it off, but she was looking between my wide-open knees, easily seeing my pussy pulling at his finger as he pushed in and out. <br><br> <<speech $CC.FName>>"Seems like he's doing a good job tonight."<</speech>> She clearly loved catching me like this. <br><br> I came a couple times as we all pretended, but everyone knew what was going on, especially as I tried to bite back my orgasmic release. And then Marty leaned over and whispered into my ear as I shuddered through the most recent climax, <<speech "Marty">>"You're not a mooch, right?"<</speech>> <div id="marty"> <<crossroads #marty>> <<path>> I had shook on it, hadn't I. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<cumSpray mouth1>> I slid off the wet seat and we went out to his car. The seats were worn, the suspension squeaked at the barest movement. Luckily, it didn't move all that much because of how worked up he was. <br><br> It was some quick repayment for the pleasure he had given me. I swallowed a mouthful of Marty to make his week a little less bad. <<print $CC.FName>> always brought that night up to make me feel like an absolute slut. <br><br> That was one of the memorable nights that made the approaching [[Districts|HS002 - Sports3]] less scary. <<path>> I'd already made his night. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> I slid off the wet seat and shook my head, feet barely allowing me to stand up straight as my legs quivered. <<speechPC>>"Sorry, Marty."<</speechPC>> He looked absolutely destroyed, but I wasn't about to do anything more. It had gotten out of hand. <br><br> We made a quick exit and we had to pop around a few other places before returning to Paddy's, but Marty seemed to brighten when he saw us -- me -- next. <<print $CC.FName>> always brought that night up to make me feel like an absolute slut. And I didn't even really do anything! <br><br> That was one of the memorable nights that made the approaching [[Districts|HS002 - Sports3]] less scary. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<speech "Marty">>"Oh sorry,"<</speech>> he sighed as he got caught, looking away quickly. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Not your fault."<</speechPC>> Cash was on the bar and I was motioning Sean for Marty's beer. Man, I felt bad for him, watching the embarrassment and pain echo through his face. <br><br> Without much thinking (and probably thanks to my drinking), the stool squeaked closer to him. I guided his hand to my thigh lightly, but he wasn't arguing. If anything, he was shocked. <br><br> The softness of my thigh gave way to the softness between them as he drove right for the gold. <br><br> I yelped and grasped at the bar, my eyes wide with the suddenness and lack of care. <br><br> <<speech "Marty">>"Sorry."<</speech>> He chuckled as he twisted one of his fingers back and forth within me, feeling every ridge and bump inside me. <br><br> I tried to avoid eye contact with Sean, especially as he glanced against my spot and made me twitch again, <<speechPC>>"It's--ngh--okay, Marty."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sean">>"You okay there, Eva?"<</speech>> Only the barest of look up at the younger bartender as he checked in on me and I gave him a quick nod, hinting that he go away. He absolutely could see Marty's hand bunching my dress as his fingers undulated in and out. <br><br> <<speech "Marty">>"She's fiiine, Sean."<</speech>> Bartenders know their place. I watched him wander off as my panting began to grow, hunching my hips to the edge of the stool as the sadsack fingerbanged me as a consolation prize for the night. <br><br> Unfortunately, watching him go brought my eyes to <<print $CC.FName>>'s return. My eyes widened and I tried to wave her off, but she just smiled and approached with increased interest. <<speech $CC.FName>>"How's it going, guys?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Marty lost. His. Job. Today."<</speechPC>> I tried to play it off, but she was looking between my wide-open knees, easily seeing my pussy pulling at his finger as he pushed in and out. <br><br> <<speech $CC.FName>>"Seems like he's doing a good job tonight."<</speech>> She clearly loved catching me like this. <br><br> I came a couple times as we all pretended, but everyone knew what was going on, especially as I tried to bite back my orgasmic release. And then Marty leaned over and whispered into my ear as I shuddered through the most recent climax, <<speech "Marty">>"You're not a mooch, right?"<</speech>> <div id="marty"> <<crossroads #marty>> <<path>> I had shook on it, hadn't I. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<cumSpray mouth1>> I slid off the wet seat and we went out to his car. The seats were worn, the suspension squeaked at the barest movement. Luckily, it didn't move all that much because of how worked up he was. <br><br> It was some quick repayment for the pleasure he had given me. I swallowed a mouthful of Marty to make his week a little less bad. <<print $CC.FName>> always brought that night up to make me feel like an absolute slut. <br><br> That was one of the memorable nights that made the approaching [[Districts|HS002 - Sports3]] less scary. <<path>> I'd already made his night. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> I slid off the wet seat and shook my head, feet barely allowing me to stand up straight as my legs quivered. <<speechPC>>"Sorry, Marty."<</speechPC>> He looked absolutely destroyed, but I wasn't about to do anything more. It had gotten out of hand. <br><br> We made a quick exit and we had to pop around a few other places before returning to Paddy's, but Marty seemed to brighten when he saw us -- me -- next. <<print $CC.FName>> always brought that night up to make me feel like an absolute slut. And I didn't even really do anything! <br><br> That was one of the memorable nights that made the approaching [[Districts|HS002 - Sports3]] less scary. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.paddyHU == "Sean">> Flirting with Sean was part and parcel of being at Paddy's <<print $CC.FName>> and I had little, silent competitions for his favor. But that's as far as it went. <br><br> Until one night, when <<print $CC.FName>> couldn't make it. Some date. I wasn't happy with her, and without her, there was far less to do except drink. <br><br> Sean gave me concerned looks as I paced ahead of my worst night to date and my body clearly wasn't keeping up. <<speech "Sean">>"Hey, Eva--"<</speech>> His concern dissipated suddenly, leaving him mid-sentence as my hand hand clasped his. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah?"<</speechPC>> lightly stroking his fingers and palm. <br><br> <<speech "Sean">>"Uh. Nothing."<</speech>> Concern had become surprise and curiosity. <br><br> He spent the rest of his shift trying to enjoy my flirtation and touch while still making money from the rest of the patrons. <br><br> Either they knew what was up or Sean was doing his damndest to get them to go because they all closed out ahead of their usual time. I didn't realize at the time though, because of how far gone I was. <br><br> All of a sudden, he was wiping the bar and I finally put it all together: I was the last one. <<speechPC>>"Oh, shit, Sean, I'm sorry...I'm keeping you here."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Sean">>"Oh, it's fine, Eva..."<</speech>> his lilt always made the fake name from my fake ID sound cuter. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"No, no, I feel bad."<</speechPC>> I also felt //drunk//. <br><br> Suddenly, I was leaning over the bar and sticking my tongue into his mouth. It wasn't a comfortable position, but neither was the sticky bartop that I climbed onto shortly <<linkexpand "thereafter">> <<upper "dress_littleblack_up">> thereafter. <br><br> My head hung off one end, my ass barely kept purchase on the other edge -- and maybe thanks to the rubber spill mat with its spines that dug into my flesh. My legs dangled, feet banging against the metal of the sink under the bar and clanging against the bottles. My hands swung to grab ahold of a barstool leg and the hooks under the patron-side of the bar usually for bags. <br><br> I huffed and grunted awkwardly as I bounced precariously while he half-lifted himself up to get enough of an angle to get inside me. <br><br> I watched the bar, upside-down, bounce drunkenly as he rammed himself at my offered pussy. <br><br> It was just a fuck that had to happen. Parts coming together urgent and insistently because that's what they did. <br><br> I didn't cum. I'm not sure how enjoyable it was for him. But it was enjoyable enough that he left me leaking his cocktail, filled to the brim and left to find my way up and off the bar again once we were done. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"See ya next week."<</speechPC>> I said with a little wave. Thank god I was so drunk. It didn't matter, I didn't mind. It was just a thing that we did. <br><br> Served <<print $CC.FName>> right. I kept the little fling to myself, something I had over her. <<cumSpray mound1 pussy1 thighs2>> <br><br> That was one of the memorable nights that made the approaching [[Districts|HS002 - Sports3]] less scary. <<include "HS000 - Cheating">> <<set $Body.virginityLostIn = "HS">> <<vCardCheck Sean M "Sean, on the bar of Paddy's">> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Both <<print $CC.FName>> and I had our fair share of evenings batting away the advances of the other patrons. And it was a balancing act: accept enough to receive free drinks, but not too much that felt gross or made future interactions uncomfortable. <br><br> Sean had our backs, which was nice. Clearly, he understood the economics of girls out at a bar and saw nothing wrong with it. <br><br> Sure, it meant sometimes we got stiffed, or felt their stiffy, but more or less we were able to have our nights out and keep it focused on us and our buzz. <br><br> And buzzes are what we needed to make the approaching [[Districts|HS002 - Sports3]] less scary. <</if>>
<<if visited("HS002 - Sports_Party2")>><<face hurt1>><</if>> The morning of the District Championships arrived, hundreds gathering to watch as (mostly) their children competed. <br><br> The air vibrated. <br><br> I could barely pay attention to the other games as the pre-ordained time approached. <br><br> I could feel her presence without seeing her. Ava. Nemesis. <br><br> And then I saw her. She was just chatting away in the bleachers with girls from our school. She had invited them to watch, to show off her win. That was bold. <br><br> She wasn't even preparing. That was how assured she was. <br><br> I knew I'd win -- I //had// to -- but even this determined, I got to stretching early. Stretching ''at'' her even. She ignored me. <br><br> I felt like a gladiator getting ready to go into the arena. <br><br> Eventually, I took my place on the back line, toe of my sneaker digging at the paint as if I could get better purchase. I gave a quick glance to Rod. <br><br> He nodded. <br><br> The ball took flight, crowd hubbub falling away, and for a moment the stadium was silent. <br><br> The ball flew forward just before the <<shake 3s>>CRACK<</shake>> of my palm against fabric echoed in the cavernous gym. And we were off! <br><br> Back and forth, girls grunted, slammed into the floor at the last moment to save from a Kill. The score climbed, neck and neck, <<linkexpand "until match point...">> until match point... <br> <<if $HS.compWin gte $HS.ava>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Celebration on the volleyball court, girls all hugging and lifting each other */ <<Stats Confident ++>> <<set $Memories.push("DistrictsWon")>> <<face happy>> <<speech "Ava">>"Mine!"<</speech>> Ava called out, her body shifting to target the far side of court, while her angle of her arms belied a closer target. <br><br> Smack! The ball tumbled upwards, back over the net. <br><br> I hurtled towards the shortfall. The rest of my squad was exhausted and caught off-guard. This was the moment. I dove against the hardwood, the padding of my elbows and knees not saving my chest or hips. <br><br> My hands shot underneath the ball, giving it purchase on my forearms to pop back into the air. <br><br> Erica, beside me, had recovered and squared underneath with a firm, <<speech "Erica">>"Set!"<</speech>> Somehow, I got my feet underneath me and launched myself into the air, from belly-down to reaching eight feet into the air easily. My arm swung down, using the strength and talent of my serve. The power gave Ava no time to react. The ball smashed her squarely in the face she the proud recipient of a six-packing, before dropping onto her pompous ass. The ball tumbled forward for the Kill. <br><br> Erica grabbed me ''ferociously''. We all were screaming, crying. Rod and the assistant coach were scrambling onto the court just ahead of our fans and parents. <br><br> Our side was a veritable mosh pit of emotion. <br><br> Theirs emptied just as fast, leaving Ava with a burgeoning bruise in her eye sockets and red collecting <<linkexpand "on her upper lip.">> on her upper lip. <br><br><br> We. ''Had''. <<shake 2s>>//''Won''//<</shake>>! <br><br><br> That night, I celebrated with <<print $CC.FName>> over Long Island Ice Teas that had been sent over in congratulations. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Rod" && visited("HS002 - Sports_Party2")>><br><br> It was a night full of wins. Rod had no reason to be texting me...but he was. I'd meet up with him later. I couldn't get the grin off my face. <</if>> <br><br><br> After the excitement of the Districts, it was a bit of a drag to come back to the normal reality, but it wasn't without any upside... <br><br><br> There was the party of [[Prom|HS002 - PromDress]] coming, and now that I was done with competition for a bit, I could just be a normal highschool girl again til next season. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face hurt1>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Black eye or a girl on knees, head hung on empty court */ <<speech "Ava">>"Mine!"<</speech>> Ava called out, her body shifting to target the far side of court, while her angle of her arms belied a closer target. <br><br> Smack! The ball tumbled upwards, back over the net. <br><br> I hurtled towards the shortfall. The rest of my squad was exhausted and caught off-guard. This was the moment. You dove against the hardwood, the padding of my elbows and knees not saving my chest or hips. <br><br> Somehow, I got my feet underneath me and launched myself into the air, from belly-down to reaching eight feet into the air easily. I sailed towards the net, my arm swung down, using the strength and talent of my serve. But suddenly the ball was screaming right at me, swelling in my vision. <br><br> And then I was back on the ground, my face red and throbbing from the impact and now growing redder from embarrassment as I saw Ava grinning and giving me a flip wave. <br><br><br> She turned to her squadmates who were screaming, and crying. Their coach was scrambling onto the court just ahead of their fans and parents. It was a veritable moshpit of emotion. <br><br> Ours emptied just as fast, <<linkexpand "leaving me alone.">> leaving me alone. <br><br><br> They had won. <<shake 4s>>//''Ava had won.''//<</shake>>By the merest miscalculation. <br><br><br> A bruise was burgeoning in my eye sockets and red was pouring into my frenulum, the copper tang in my mouth. Tears welled in my eyes. <br><br> <<speech "Rod">>"Too bad, kid,"<</speech>> said Rod, giving me a tap at the back of my head as I sat there, deflated, on the court. <br><br> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<face angry>> <<Stats Stable -->> I smacked his hand away and rose up, thrusting my chest into his and making him stumble back. <<speechPC>>"This is __your__ fault. See if you coach again next year." <</speechPC>> There was a moment of fear in his eyes, I think. But that was the last I saw of Rod, or the court. It was over and I was glad for it. <</if>> <br><br> That night, I commiserated with <<print $CC.FName>> over a couple cool cocktails. <<speech $CC.FName>>"The deepening color around your eyes...quite striking, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Rod" && visited("HS002 - Sports_Party2")>><br><br> It wasn't a complete loss, though. Maybe he felt bad. Maybe he realized how much he was going to miss me...Rod was blowing up my phone. Despite the shiner, I couldn't stop grinning. <br><br> Later, it hurt to kiss but that didn't stop me. <</if>> <br><br><br> After the excitement of the Districts, it was a bit of a drag to come back to the normal reality, but it wasn't without any upside... <br><br><br> There was the party of [[Prom|HS002 - PromDress]] coming, and now that I was done with competition for a bit, I could just be a normal highschool girl again til next season. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-Studies.png">> Tempted as I was by everything else, I couldn't ignore the impending exams. <br><br><br> I spent most of the Spring in my bedroom. <<if $CC.clique == "Nerd">> -- but what's new, filling my brain with facts ranging from the difference between adverbs and modal verbs to the molecular properties of graphite...it's day ending in 'y'. <</if>> <br><br><br> My dreams were cascades of mind-maps and flashcards, and occasional nightmares about turning up to <<linkexpand "the exam hall...">> the exam hall <span id="naked"><<shake 3s>>''naked''<</shake>></span>. <<outfit naked>> <<timed 3s>> <<outfit default>> <<replace #naked>>[[naked|HS002 - Study2]]<</replace>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>>
I wasn't the only one going through all this stress and pressure. So, armed with some study buddies -- <<print $CC.FName>>, some girlfriend's, and, of course, The Boys. <br><br> In many ways the latter were most helpful. Because they weren't interested in gossip and rather get back to video gaming -- sessions with them tended to be more focused. <br><br> The downside, though, was the fact that their bedrooms were all gross, so I preferred to having them over to <<linkexpand "my place.">> my place. <br><br><br> "Don't wolf your food, <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> I jammed a mouthful of <<if $CC.wealth lt 3>>Dinty Moore<<else>>a maki combo platter<</if>> into my mouth, ensuring she could see every half-chewed piece: "I told you I've gotta stu-dy tonight, ''<<print $CC.MName>>''" I reminded her, with icy control. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>> wants to look nice for her boyfriends," <<if $CC.dad == 2>>she<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> teased. <br><br> "Shut up!" I snapped. "They're not my boyfriends!" <br><br> "You do see a lot of those boys..." she trailed off with the implication. "Are they really all just friends?" <br><br> "You are *NOT* <<linkexpand "my mother!\"">> my mother!" <br><br><br> Welp. That wasn't the best way forward. <br><br> Gone were the comfortable sessions with my friends, studying the amount we wanted to, goofing off, maybe playing a game or watching something on the YubTubs. <br><br> Instead, "If studying meant __that__ much to me...", they hired a [[tutor|HS002 - Tutor]] for me. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
/* Cassie (TODO): speechbubbles throughout Music arc */ <<feet "leatherboots">> <<lower "jeans_lowcut">> <<upper "punkdress">> <<face hurt1 runny>> <<if $CC.activity == "piano" && $CC.hsv == "piano">> <<Stats Stable += 2>> <</if>> My Doc Marten banged against the vending machine harder than I expected. <<speechPC>>"FUCK!"<</speechPC>> They were supposed to be heavy-duty. I shouldn't have felt that. I didn't want to feel //anything// right now. <br><br> I flicked my head back, gritting my teeth and resisting the urge to bounce on one foot. No. I'd stay planted and endure the throbbing until it went away. <br><br> <<shake>>Bang!<</shake>> <<shake>>Bang!<</shake>> <<shake>>Bang!<</shake>> My hand pounded against the side of the machine. Nothing inside so much as twitched in their dispensers. Well, at least the pins in my palm were distracting me from my foot. <<speech "$CC.MName">>"It ate your money?"<</speech>> <br><br> I spun hard, ready to deliver my boot into something that certainly would give under the thick sole this time: my Mom. <<speechPC>>"What the //fuck// are you doing here?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> A multitude of emotions rippled across her face as she saw me. Saw my state. A mix of fury at her seeing me this way and embarassment for the same thing fought within me as I tried to maintain my steely resolve -- even with mascara running. <<speech "$CC.MName">>"I...got a call from the school."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"They didn't try <<print $CC.DName>>?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"For once."<</speech>> The self-jab made me feel slightly better. I hated that it did. <<speechPC>>"I didn't even //do// anything."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Want to talk to me about it?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>><<shake 3s>>"No."<</shake>><</speechPC>> It wasn't a yell, but it was loud. It wasn't anger, but it wasn't calm. It was //hard//. <br><br> She nodded. Her arm left her side, presenting a void beside her that the unconscious child inside me immediately filled. Her hand rested on my hip as she turned us away from my unwavering combatant and towards her car. She didn't make me talk. I felt her warmth and presence and it calmed me. <br><br> We climbed into the car and we sat there for a moment in silence, car idling. I could tell she was considering how to get through to me. To teach me something. To do a parent-thing. <br><br> The quiet was suffocating. <br><br> My hand jerked forward and hit the bluetooth button on the console, linking up my phone. <br><br> "Running Up That Hill" came on. It thrust us both back against the seats. I closed my eyes and began to hum along, feeling the tension in my voice quickly giving way. The thickness and glut of saliva and emotional tears dissipating as I fell into Kate Bush's vocals. <br><br> I could tell that it was too loud for her. It was perfect for me. She wanted to turn it down. Turn it off. But she wasn't. She let it play through the final refrain before sliding her hand over to me and lightly nudging the pause button on my playlist before the next one barked out over the speakers. <<speech "$CC.MName">>"You have a beautiful voice. Anyone ever tell you that?"<</speech>> It wasn't admonishment for what had happened in school. It also wasn't something I'd heard from her before. Or anyone, really. <<speechPC>>"No."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"I know you've got a //lot// going on right now. I can only imagine--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nowhere near as much as //you// do."<</speechPC>> It was cutting. An attempt to fight her, to bring back the rage to fill the space between us. <<speech "$CC.MName">>She didn't bite, "You ever considered actually performing music rather than just listening to it?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I couldn't."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.MName">>"Why not? You looked so happy just now, singing...maybe...just try it?"<</speech>> <br><br> Kate had calmed the beast inside me. <<print $CC.MName>> had offered me something that truly caught at an unknown desire deep inside me. She'd been there, surprising me for once, and not to just align with all the other parents and teachers to tell me what I was doing wrong. <br><br> She pointed me to something she thought I was doing right. <br><br> She was right. I did love music. <br><br> It didn't solve the bullshit at school, but it did give me some escape. And a place to redirect all my swirling emotions. <br><br> So, I got into music. [[Big time|HS002 - Music2]].
/* IMAGE (Needed): Rock posters on a wall*/ Being on the fringes afforded me a kind of freedom away from the typical (boring!) pop and mainstream fare being pumping out at the time. And music became a kind of salve for the travails of youth. My room became a temple to the passion, walls adorned with posters of gorgeous, long-haired singers and guitarists. <br><br> I picked up<<if $CC.activity == "piano">>more<<else>>a couple<</if>> instruments and locked myself away in my room afternoons and weekends to sing along, to emulate, and sometimes to dump my feelings into lyrics and songs of my own. <br><br> My biggest influences were... <br><br> <div id="music"> <<crossroads #music>> <<path>> Joni Mitchell, Lana Del Rey, Dolly Parton...''the singer-songwriters'' <<contents>> <<outfit hippie>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Mom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> wasn't crazy about the solitude -- nor the volume I played Florence and the Machine or Lake Street Dive most nights. But <<print $CC.MName>> made him cave and realize it wasn't just a phase for me. <br><br> Then, it was a <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>Martin Special<<else>>second-hand<</if>> guitar <<if $CC.dad == 2>>'Uncle' Tom<<else>>he<</if>> just happened to pick up one day...and a little practice amp for my birthday. <br><br> My bedroom got louder, jamming along to favorite albums until my fingers bled. From posters on the walls, my idols watched my efforts and I felt the pressure. <br><br> So, I decided to strike out like my forebears and try my hand as a [[solo act|HS002 - MusicSolo]]. <<path>> Pat Benatar, Annie Lennox, and Hayley Williams...''female rockers'' <<contents>> <<outfit rocker>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Mom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> wasn't crazy about the solitude -- nor the volume I cranked Paramore and The Pretty Reckless most nights. But <<print $CC.MName>> made him cave and realize it wasn't just a phase for me. <br><br> Then, it was a <<if $CC.wealth gt 3>>Fender<<else>>second-hand electric<</if>> guitar <<if $CC.dad == 2>>'Uncle' Tom<<else>>he<</if>> just happened to pick up one day...and a little practice amp for my birthday. <br><br> My bedroom got louder, jamming along to favorite albums until my fingers bled. From posters on the walls, my idols watched my efforts and I felt the pressure. <br><br> I knew that Ethan played the drums, so I mustered up some courage and kicked an idea out to [[The Boys|HS002 - MusicBand]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-MusicSolo.png">> <<set $HS.soloSuccess = $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value>> Sequestering myself was the easy part, much harder was figuring out what the next steps were. Music was obviously one part of the equation. But where would I play? Who would want to listen? Was my own stuff good enough or should I stick to standards people knew? I sat on my bed, strumming my guitar and contemplated <<linkreplace "what to sing.">> what to sing. <br><br> <div id="music"> Did I call on the Muse and start crafting my own <<link "original music">><<replace "#music">> <<set $HS.musicOriginal = true>> I wiled away the hours with a pad and pen. I let my mind wander in class, I had stains on my scribblings from the dinner table. And then on weekends, I would find the music to accompany the words. <br><br> The Boys were not happy with me. I just 'fell off the face of the Earth'. And when I //was// hanging out with them, they couldn't drag me out of reveries even with the most disgusting jokes. Eventually, they were content with my presence, simply sitting on the couch or floor humming and rustling paper while ''they'' hung out. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Hey guys."<</speechPC>> They were in the midst of a competitive League of Legends game but my words killed their concentration. Immediately, they turned from their screens to me. Their jaws dropped. <<speechPC>>"Mind if I play some stuff and let me know what you think?"<</speechPC>> Dumbfounded (and dying in the match), they nodded, keen on being able to connect with me for once. They put down their controllers and formed a semi-circle, my first audience. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> <<set $HS.soloSuccess = $HS.soloSuccess + $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value>> The screen that had remained on -- wounded avatars calling out for aid and intense music playing -- quickly was shut off. It was competing with my song. They were rapt. <br><br> The first verse ended. Ethan scrambled forward, <<speech "Ethan">>"Wait. You wrote this?"<</speech>> I nodded, the song over for the moment, mid-way through, <<speech "Andrew">>"What...draft is this?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Uh, first...ish?"<</speechPC>> Impressed, they motioned for me to continue. It was a magical moment, watching them still for once in their life. Attentive of me but not for the reasons they usually were. My music had calmed these beasts. <br><br> When I wrapped, they applauded. Being them, though, of course they had comments and critiques, <<speech "Ethan">>"That second verse--"<</speech>> <<speech "Andrew">>"Yeah, yeah, but the lift at the end of the refrain--"<</speech>> <<speech "$CC.friend1">>"Maybe...stand when you're playing?"<</speech>>. I took them all with a grain of salt: I could tell it was a cover for how impressed they were. <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt -2>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.soloSuccess ++>> <<else>> <<set $HS.soloSuccess -->> <</if>> The screen that had remained on -- wounded avatars calling out for aid and intense music playing -- combating with my fledgling performance, but they nodded along and I got a few thigh slaps. A smattering of applause when I finished my set, they immediately dove into comments and critiques. <<speech "Ethan">>"That second verse--"<</speech>> <<speech "Andrew">>"Yeah, yeah, but the lift at the end of the refrain--"<</speech>> <<speech "$CC.friend1">>"Maybe...stand when you're playing?"<</speech>> I guess I shouldn't have expected more out of them. <<else>> <<set $HS.soloSuccess = $HS.soloSuccess - $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value>> They had left the TV on -- wounded avatars calling out for aid and intense music playing -- couldn't have been more at odds with what I was playing or more contentious with my focus. I barely got through one song and then they clambered back over to what they were doing before, <<speech "Ethan">>"It's a good start!"<</speech>> Shit. Even fans in hand weren't sold. <</if>> <br><br> With their notes, it took a month in total before I was content with what I had put together. At last, [[I had my songs|HS002 - MusicSolo2]]. And they were //mine//. <</replace>><</link>>? It could be tailored to my voice and my experience, but it'd have to be //good// to get anyone to perk up. <br> Or did I appeal to the brilliance on my walls and on my playlists and pull from <<link "songs that were popular">><<replace "#music">> <<set $HS.musicOriginal = false>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.soloSuccess ++>> <<else>> <<set $HS.soloSuccess -->> <</if>> I dug through discography, starting of course with my own library and branching out into my favorites' favorites. Their idols and inspiration. On the shoulders of giants and whatnot. <br><br> I sought every sign of popularity: cross-referencing karaoke lists, playlists you'd hear at coffee shops and wherever -- what did people enjoy listening to? It was like Venn Diagrams were being created in my brain. There were so. many. songs. out there. <br><br> Eventually, I pulled together my 'Cover Canon.' Some great oldies like Nightingale by Carole King, a Kate Bush tribute (of course), "You Know I'm No Good" by Amy (RIP), a Lorde, an Adele -- which was a stretch, I know -- and a Lana thrown in for good measure. And there it was, a set that would work, I liked and people would hopefully ''love''. <br><br> I began practicing, and I'm sure the monotony of hearing the same skrelting from my bedroom might have driven everyone else in the house [[absolutely mad|HS002 - MusicSolo2]]. <</replace>><</link>>? I wouldn't be the first to do it, but even the most established artists did covers of their idols. <br> I could also reach out to a <<link "local label">><<replace "#music">> <<set $HS.musicOriginal = true>> <<set _demo = 0>> Nervously I waited for an email back. I had shot over a demo of me singing some Elton John, a headshot, and a quick and bubbly snippet about my desire to perform. Ugh, that kinda sounds insipid, doesn't it. <br><br> The number of unread ticked up, I checked the inbox habitually, and clicked the boldest email at the top of the screen. Shit, here <<linkexpand "goes">> goes. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>, <br><br> Thank you for taking the time to send over your demo to us. We're always looking for new, interesting talent. <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<set _demo ++>> We're all in agreement, you certainly have a great vibe. <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0>> <<set _demo ++>> You have an instinct for nuanced and personal delivery in your singing. <</if>> <<if $Confidence gt 1>> <<set _demo ++>> We were impressed at your steadiness with the material. It's difficult to try and do a master like Sir Elton and have some 'imposter' shine through. <</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>> <<set _demo ++>> Your vocal quality is particularly interesting -- it made us all perk up. <</if>> <br><br> <<if _demo gte 3>> <<set $HS.label = true>> We're quite interested in having you come down to our studio and seeing what we can collaborate on." Then: an address and appointment time. Not an offer of times. A single time they expected me to be there. <br><br> I //may// have skipped school the next couple of days, headed out to a park and worked on another cover, some LSD (Lakestreet...not drugs, ugh) to get ready for an in-person. And just like that -- sans a few days of classes -- I was [[walking up to an office|HS002 - MusicSolo2]] of a true-blue label for a ''meeting''. <<elseif _demo is 2>> We'd like to hear what you can do with something new. We've attached some sheet music, demo vocals, and the necessary legal documentation. Work on these pieces and let us know when you'll be performing. We look forward to it." Wow. Okay. Cool. Wow. Okay...I had music, I had to practice, perform and impress. [[Simple enough right|HS002 - MusicSolo2]]? <<else>> <<set $HS.musicOriginal = false>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 1>> <<set $HS.soloSuccess ++>> <<else>> <<set $HS.soloSuccess -->> <</if>> Thank you, again, for your submission, but at this time we will not be moving forward with you on our label. Best of luck." <br><br> Fuck. I cried. For sure, I cried. Shot my shot, right? And then I dug in and tried to [[put together a set list|HS002 - MusicSolo2]] as best I could. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> and see if there was a producer with an opening and some music waiting for an artist. I'd have to impress them and who knows the quality of what they had or how they sold it. </div> <</linkreplace>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-MusicSolo2.png">> <<if $HS.label == true>> <<set $Memories.push("Signed By a Label")>> It felt a little like a Western film, guitar strapped to my back, but I guess this was normal for 'arteests' like myself. Aspiring artist? As I was buzzed in, I firmed up my conviction: Artist. <br><br> I don't know what I was expecting from the space. I had no idea if there was much money in producing music and being a label, but the office certainly didn't belie any hidden wealth. There were two guys, one ancient, one probably not much older than myself, and a bedraggled woman in her middle-age hunched over desks and their motley assortment of laptops as I tried to get the neck of my guitar in the door. Papa Bear, Mama Bear, Baby Bear is what my brain immediately assigned them. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." Came 'Baby', not looking up from his screen. I think I heard the creak of Papa's bones as he lifted himself from his desk, eyes still downcast on a set of papers. Mama didn't react. <br><br> Papa motioned over to a small stool in the corner and then tugged a packet free from a stack -- all of this while continuing his previous reading. I hustled over, not even commenting on my name being announced. <br><br> I plopped down into the chair -- it squeaked, probably like everything else in here -- and I shifted my instrument to my lap as I watched them each come over at their own pace, and all bringing other things with them. Papa and papers, Mama and a recording device, and Baby with his computer. Their chairs squeaked into place around me in a disjointed semi-circle. <br><br> Baby flicked me a business card with casual practice. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Clay Molder">>Oh. He was //cute//.<</if>> <br><br> <<set _clay = { name: "Clay Molder", branch: $CC.hometownName, role: "Talent Associate", company: "G. R. D. Productions" }>> <<businessCard _clay>> <br><br> "Thanks for coming down. Like what we said in our email, we are interested in possibly pursuing a commercial relationship with you--" Baby plucked the packet from Papa and handed it to me, a pen included. "Some standard NDAs, releases, etc. Feel free to take it home and look it over, but we'll need signatures if we decide to continue together." <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Clay Molder">>Oh. I'd like to continue together.<</if>> <br><br> I nodded, giving a cursory flip through the dense text and then setting it down on the worn carpet. "This is Gerard, the G, R and D in our label. That's Florence--" <br><br> My brain went to the eponymous band, though she didn't look the part, "Like the Machine!" Baby gave me a perfunctory chuckle, but I could tell it was neither a good joke, nor one they hadn't heard before. <br><br> "And I'm Clay. So. What do you have for us today?" <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Clay Molder">>I had to restrain all that I had for him. Yeah. That was going to have to happen. Just not today. Focus, <<print $CC.name>>. Focus.<</if>> <br><br> "Lake Street Dive." Mama -- Florence -- nodded with a hmm that I wasn't about to try and decode. I swung up my guitar, strummed and, "Obviously, we're at the beginning of something..." I must have blacked out because all of a sudden, it was, "We'll see what happens but I hope we will never be apart. Oh, yeahhh..." I trailed off, hand strumming while syncopating the beat against the guitar. <br><br> "Really well suited to your voice," Florence. "New." Clay. "With levels and understanding what she hadn't shown us before, right for this intimate venue and lack of instruments..." Gerard. <br><br> They all nodded, "Great. Go home. Sign those papers and we'll set you up with a first gig and we'll see how it goes." He stood. She stood. Clay stood. After a moment, I stood. <br><br> Back at the desks, the bears were back to work and I headed out. My heart dropped until as I reached for the handle, all of them in unison, they lifted their heads and smiled. <br><br> I walked outside, calmly and deliberate. And then [[screamed|HS002 - MusicGig][$HS.soloSuccess += 4]]! <<else>> I did some searching online, asked around, even tried to walk into coffee shops guitar strapped to my back and see if they hired music. I was really pounding the pavement. Song catalog, guitar, voice...I had everything lined up except a place to sing. And I wasn't going to be content busking in <<print $CC.friend1>>'s garage. <br><br> My feet hurt, I was discouraged, but I ventured on. And it was worth it, because in my wanderings downtown I happened across <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>Webster Hall<<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">>Paramount Theatre<<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">>The Crossing<<elseif $CC.hometown == "LA">>The Roxy Theatre<<else>> a small venue called "The Stage" -- uninspired as it was --<</if>> that was holding a 'Battle of the Bands'. Intrigued, I checked out the rules and there was a section for solo acts. <br><br> Well, it wasn't //paying// unless I won, but it was a place to //play//. <br><br> I signed up that afternoon. I was surprised to see more than a cash prize on the table: a deal with a record label. There was also coaching and studio time to record a demo for the runner-up. <<if $HS.firstRelationship.name == "Clay Molder">>And a super cute low-level agent that eventually got...entangled with me. I don't think that was in line with their protocol. Whoops!<</if>> <br><br> Without anything to my name, it'd be hard to get gigs beyond playing for The Boys in that garage. Winning this could be a game changer. <br><br> The direct competition was a bit unnerving, but I [[believed|HS002 - SoloBattle]] in myself. <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-MusicGig.png">> <<set $Memories.push("Opened for Sara Morales")>> <<face happy>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> It was an unbearable week between the meeting and when Clay called me up. There was an act coming through town that was without its opener...would I be willing to jump in? Uh. Fuck. Yes? <br><br> I turned inward. I played and played and practiced til my fingers ached. I skipped school to spend more time on my set and how I'd perform it. <br><br> I told //everyone// about the gig, trying to play it off that I could get them tickets to see a fun performer coming through town, but there was a bit of pride and watching their reaction as well when I said I'd be opening for them. <br><br> And then, it was the night. I ambled down with my guitar, stomach weak, palms sweaty -- you get it. <br><br> After struggling through a sound check that I strained to understand, followed by an agonizing, too-long wait in a dingy dressing room, it was showtime. <br><br> As I stepped onto a //massive// stage for a solo act, I had a sick feeling of dread churning in my stomach. <br><br> It was a big, dark venue and so it felt as though no one was out there. We'd been told there were ''hundreds'' of people here. For a second, it felt like we'd be playing to an empty room. <br><br> Then <<print $CC.FName>> woo'd from somewhere past the bright lights. Other voices followed suit and I began to notice familiar faces peeking up at the stage. Where //I// was. Oh, shit. <br><br> "I'm <<print $CC.name>>...<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>..." Shit. Too late to back out. <br><br> I began to fret, stepping into to the microphone and <<linkexpand "opened my mouth...">> opened my mouth, dropping into it and belting out as I strummed. <br><br> <<if $HS.soloSuccess gt 11>> My melody line danced out of the club's PA. <br><br> I'd been staring intently at my fretboard, but looked up to see <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<print $CC.FName>> making broad gesticulations and mouthing something to me. That's when I realized that not only was I flashing the audience, her insistence on letting me know was bringing more attention to my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>smooth pussy<<elseif Array("bush","trimmed").includes($Body.pubes)>>hidden slit<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>hair pointing to the slit<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>show of pubic maturity<</if>>. A quick cross of my legs, but I missed a beat and the right chord. I could hear the chuckle from the audience...and some clapping.<<else>><<print $CC.FName>> smiling and nodding.<</if>> Yet somehow, her grin encouraged me, and I felt a surge of confidence. I was fucking nailing it! <br><br> Thirty minutes later, I climbed down off the stage, a huge grin on my face. Somehow, everything went...right? I couldn't wait to see the videos that people had recorded. <br><br> I felt like I was just steps from being a rock star. <br><br> The rest of the night was a blur -- hanging with friends, family, and random metalheads. <br><br> One guy from the audience told me that he ''loved'' me, but I wasn't quite sure his motivations. <br><br> Yet, in the midst of hanging out with everyone, I felt a tug at my elbow and, about to give Andrew a hug for being there for me, I noticed he was making pointed looks to a man standing nearby. <br><br> "Uh, hey." I said, impressive opening. <br><br> "I'm Willy, I was on the judging panel. You really rocked it, tonight." I beamed, he didn't say anything else but he handed me his business card! <br><br> I didn't know how to respond, I had a label, but I wasn't going to deny the compliment. <br><br> Later on, I got to meet Sara Morales backstage. She really had killed it and was effusive about how I had opened for her. I felt over the moon and really encouraged to keep trying. She told me stories about how she had started and she was only in her early twenties. <br><br> And then...it was over. I got a call from Papa Bear, Gerard, complimenting what I had done and it was Florence who told me they'd line up more acts, at least at little clubs and shops around town. And that I could come down and pick up my very first cut check at the end of the week. And then a good job. It was Clay from then on out. <br><br> I had put on a fucking show, but now I couldn't distract myself from [[school life|HS002 - PromDress]] any longer. <<else>> My melody line danced out of the club's PA. <br><br> I'd been staring intently at my fretboard, but looked up to see <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<print $CC.FName>> making broad gesticulations and mouthing something to me. That's when I realized that not only was I flashing the audience, her insistence on letting me know was bringing more attention to my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>smooth pussy<<elseif Array("bush","trimmed").includes($Body.pubes)>>hidden slit<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>arrow of hair pointing down<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>sign of pubic maturity<</if>>. A quick cross of my legs, but I missed a beat and the right chord. I could hear the chuckle from the audience...and some clapping.<<else>><<print $CC.FName>> smiling and nodding.<</if>> Yet somehow, her grin encouraged me, and I felt a surge of confidence. I was fucking nailing it! <br><br> Thirty minutes later, I climbed down off the stage, a huge grin on my face. Somehow, everything went...right? I couldn't wait to see the videos that people had recorded. <br><br> I felt like I was just steps from being a rock star. <br><br> The rest of the night was a blur -- hanging with friends, family, and random metalheads. <br><br> One guy from the audience told me that he ''loved'' me, but I wasn't quite sure his motivations. <br><br> Yet, in the midst of hanging out with everyone, I felt a tug at my elbow and, about to give Andrew a hug for being there for me, I noticed he was making pointed looks to a man standing nearby. <br><br> "Uh, hey." I said, impressive opening. <br><br> "I'm Willy, I was on the judging panel. You really rocked it, tonight." I beamed, he didn't say anything else but he handed me his business card! <br><br> I didn't know how to respond, I had a label, but I wasn't going to deny the compliment. <br><br> Later on, I got to meet Sara Morales backstage. She really had killed it. She told me stories about how she had started and she was only in her early twenties. <br><br> And then...it was over. I got a call from Clay a few days later thanking me for taking the gig and that there'd be a check for me and that they'd be in touch. I got my check, but they weren't in touch. Shit. <br><br> I had put on a fucking show, music was now firmly a part of my life. Nothing was as flashy as that night, but there were still some 'rockstar' [[moments|HS002 - GreenRoom]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-GreenRoom.png">> <div id="show"> <<if $HS.soloSuccess gt 10 || $HS.bandWin gt 11>> Despite the success of the show, it was an uphill battle. Most of the venues were small. Sometimes even coffee shops -- Ed & Molly were always content to say yes when I asked. But at the end of the day, I got to perform and always got a positive reaction from our crowds. Even if it meant sometimes we were playing second-fiddle to other, older acts. <<else>> <<if visited("HS002 - SoloBattle") || visited("HS002 - Music Gig")>> It was a harder go of things after the show. The Boys were less interested, so I had to find my own way. I grabbed some pick-up band mates for shows, even though that meant splitting meager proceeds. How else was I going to perform? <<else>> It was a range of coffee shops and small venues. Whoever would have me. Occasionally, I'd pick up a backup player who needed a vocalist for some of their music (and I was really the backup for them). It meant gigs, even though it also meant splitting meager proceeds. How else was I going to perform? <</if>> <br><br> "So, what's your story?" One of his jean-clad legs was slung up and over the arm of the bedraggled chair. I debated which was older between the two of them. <br><br> "Uh. What?" I had been looking at my phone. <<if visited("HS002 - BandBattle")>>They Boys weren't 'available' today -- they'd been losing interest more and more -- so it was just me in the dingy Green Room in the smoke-filled basement venue at the edge of downtown<<else>>It was just me, backup and vocalist for this guy, waiting for our turn back in the dingy Green Room in the smoke-filled basement venue at the edge of downtown<</if>>. <br><br> "You just started, I'm guessing." And I was guessing from his appearance, he was on the downswing of his career. If he ever had one. <br><br> "Well, yeah. What gave it away." I wanted to roll my eyes, but I knew it wasn't exactly the right move before we went on stage together. <br><br> He chuckled, "Hard-ass, just like I was. You'll need that. Alright, let's see what you've got." He dropped his boot from being aloft and swaggered his way out. When he was younger, it probably drew eyes downward to the tightness in his jeans. Now, it drew attention to the slackness of his tattooed skin and the jiggle of the weight that came with aging. <br><br> "Yeah. Let's see what you've got." I said, mostly to myself, following him out into the thick air and scent of <<link "beer">><<replace "#show">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 2>> And I killed it. <br><br> It didn't shock me, but he couldn't keep his eyes off me as we got back into the Green Room. <br><br> "Ya got a thing, girl." <br><br> "Name's <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "Yeah, you've got something." <br><br> "I know." <br><br> "Ha. Truly like me. I've got some connects. Won't do anything for me anymore--" <br><br> "Clearly." <br><br> He loved my edge, "But for you...I could help." He dropped back in that chair, slinging the leg over the arm. This time he shifted his hips forward, emphasizing the tightness in his jeans. <<else>> He was pretty fucking good. I knew why I was backup for //him// and not the other way around. <br><br> "Shit, dude." <br><br> He laughed, "Yeah. I had something once." <br><br> "Still do." <br><br> "Isn't going to get me anywhere now. You though..." He turned, finally putting his eyes on me since we performed. <br><br> "Really?" <br><br> He shrugged. The lack of enthusiasm cut deep. "I've got some connects. I could help." He dropped back in that chair, slinging the leg over the arm. This time he shifted his hips forward, emphasizing the tightness in his jeans. <</if>> <br><br> <<crossroads #show>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 0>> "Okay." I could use the help. Even if it came with a price. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy or Suggestible enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> I dropped to my knees in front of him. He undid his belt-buckle and helped me with his jeans. For all their tightness, it was more show than anything else. <br><br> When it was over, he smiled down at me, pulling my head back by the hair to watch me finishing up, "Not just a pretty voice, are you." <br><br> I tried to laugh it off. <br><br> "So, there's this guy I know. I'll give you his number and I'll mention we met." <br><br> I nodded, putting in the digits and shooting off a text immediately. <br><br> My throat //was// tired from belting for the past half-hour. I left that night with it exhausted from all the work. <br><br> His guy...he never gave me his name...never responded. <br><br> And that was it. Never saw him again and didn't get anywhere. Just some former or wannabe rocker that I performed with for a night. The fast and furious, ephemeral life that I led at nights and on weekends. <br><br> For all the crazy stories, performing was a great pressure-valve release, but that didn't mean that [[school life|HS002 - PromDress]] didn't exist. And we were closing in on //that// time of the year. Prom... <<path $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 0>> "Nah." No way did I think his help would be worth the price. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too self-respecting for that. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Easy -->> "Yeah, anyone in particular that I'd know?" I stood there, arms crossed. If he liked my edge, he'd get my edge. <br><br> "Not the way I know them." His hips shifted forward again. <br><br> I shrugged, pulling out my phone, "How should I reach out to them?" <br><br> "Oh, if it doesn't come through me..." <br><br> "Ah. Well, I'm not blowing you." Hard. Ass. <br><br> And that was it. There was no more mention of help. Just some former or wannabe rocker that I performed with for a night. The fast and furious, ephemeral life that I led at nights and on weekends. <br><br> For all the crazy stories, performing was a great pressure-valve release, but that didn't mean that [[school life|HS002 - PromDress]] didn't exist. And we were closing in on //that// time of the year. Prom... <<path>> He'd truly help me if he wanted to. He wasn't expecting anything. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Perception -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Easy -->> "Yeah, I'd love the help!" I grinned, sitting back on the couch and pulling out my phone for any details or contacts. <br><br> "I bet you would." He nodded and shifted his hips forward again. I frowned, not understanding. <br><br> "I...do." He laughed. <br><br> "Okay. Maybe you're not like me much after all." And that was it. There was no more mention of help. Just some former or wannabe rocker that I performed with for a night. The fast and furious, ephemeral life that I led at nights and on weekends. <br><br> For all the crazy stories, performing was a great pressure-valve release, but that didn't mean that [[school life|HS002 - PromDress]] didn't exist. And we were closing in on //that// time of the year. Prom... <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> </div>
<<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>> <<set $HS.soloSuccess += 2>> <</if>> <<set $HS.soloSuccess = $HS.soloSuccess + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value>> <<set $HS.sales = 6>> <<if $CC.dad == 0>> <<set $HS.sales ++>> <</if>> <<set $HS.sales = $HS.sales + $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Fingers fretting on a guitar */ I turned inward. I played and played and practiced til my fingers ached. I skipped school to spend more time on my set and how I'd perform it. <br><br> The promoter had sent a wedge of 100 pre-sale tickets, and encouraged me to work my ass off selling them to my fans. <br><br> Fans. <br><br> I didn't have any fans yet, so even with my friends and acquaintances, this would be a challenge. <br><br> The next few weeks saw a flurry of hustling. <<if $CC.mother == "family">><<set $HS.sales += 2>> My big brother and sister both bought tickets<</if>> <<print $CC.FName>> and some of her crew agreed to come, and to bring some friends. It seemed like the lamest thing in the world for me to invite my ''family'' to a __rock__ show, but we needed the numbers, so I asked <<print $CC.MName>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<else>>and <<print $CC.DName>><</if>><<if $CC.dad == 0>>. Even, <<print $CC.EDName>>, a<<else>>. A<</if>>ll were __overly__ eager to attend. And 'help'. <br><br> It was incredibly difficult selling gig tickets. The important tests and papers were due for the year, Prom Committee was in session, dork conventions -- there were reasons aplenty to be busy. But I worked hard, and I managed to sell <<print $HS.sales>> tickets to the show. <br><br> Not quite 100, was it. <br><br> Having a bigger crowd would impress the judges and give me a much broader cheering section. How would I close the gap? <br><br> <div id="sales"> <<crossroads #sales>> <<path>> Play at school. <<contents>> <<set $HS.sales = $HS.sales + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> Surprisingly, it was during a detention that I was able to finagle a lunchtime performance slot for <<print $HS.bandName>>. Principal Mark was receptive enough and 'glad to know I had that outlet'. <br><br> I was fucking //nervous// to be playing in front of people who knew me, who razzed me, who would never forget this. But I insisted it to myself that it was great practice. <br><br> The acoustics of the school mall concrete walls and metal lockers weren't great for the sound, but I definitely convinced some people that the earlier ticket sales was for a real gig. <br><br> I felt more at ease now, shaken some of my demons and gotten some live errors out of the way, all that was left was to [[practice and play|HS002 - SoloBattle2]]? <<path>> Plaster promo posters with myself front-and-center...and showing off? <<contents>> <<set $HS.sales = $HS.sales + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value + $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value - $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value - $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value>> I conscripted <<print $CC.FName>> to be our photographer and we spent an afternoon in our full regalia. For them, it was essentially their day-to-day clothes. For me, I was slutting it up. <br><br> Posing as if I was playing, and I strutted in front of her, mostly with my guitar out of the way. I showed off leg, cleavage, stomach...as much bare skin as possible. There was a reason girls made for great performers -- a pin-up is a pin-up. <br><br> We converted the best pics into posters and some social media and spent the next couple days spreading them over the school, near the venue and coffee shops. I did not put my number on the tear tags, thankfully <<print $CC.friend1>> was willing to field the pervy requests for tickets. <br><br> All that was left was to [[practice and play|HS002 - SoloBattle2]]. <<path>> Go with what I had and focus on practicing? <<contents>> I didn't get involved in music to be a salesperson. I just figured if I was good at it, people would come. All this business stuff was a little disconcerting. <br><br> It didn't feel like it was about the music. <br><br> I had to shut all that out. I couldn't doubt myself now. So I stopped thinking about rallying a crowd and sequestered myself away with my voice, my guitar and practiced. Practiced. Practiced. Like self-imposed Whiplash. <br><br> I'd be so good they couldn't ignore me. Let the show [[speak for itself|HS002 - SoloBattle2][$Stats.Skills['Performance'].base ++]]! <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-SoloBattle2.png">> And then, it was the night. I ambled down with my guitar, stomach weak, palms sweaty -- you get it. <br><br> After struggling through a sound check that I strained to understand, followed by an agonizing, too-long wait in a dingy dressing room, it was showtime. <br><br> As I stepped onto a //massive// stage for a solo act, I had a sick feeling of dread churning in my stomach. <br><br> The promoter, as I passed, commented that he was <<if $HS.sales < 20>><<set $HS.soloSuccess -->>very underwhelmed by my part of the door<<elseif $HS.sales < 40>>thankful for my part of the door<<else>><<set $HS.soloSuccess ++>>sincerely grateful for my work to bring people in<</if>>. It was a big, dark venue and so it felt as though no one was out there. We'd been told there were more than <<set $HS.sales = $HS.sales + 100>><<print $HS.sales>> people here. For a second, it felt like we'd be playing to an empty room. <br><br> Then <<print $CC.FName>> woo'd from somewhere past the bright lights. Other voices followed suit and I began to notice familiar faces peeking up at the stage. Where //I// was. Oh, shit. <br><br> "I'm <<print $CC.name>>...<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>..." Shit. Too late to back out. <br><br> I began to fret, stepping into to the microphone and <<linkexpand "opened my mouth...">> opened my mouth, dropping into it and belting out as I strummed. <br><br> <<if $HS.soloSuccess gt 10>> <<set $Memories.push("Nearly won the Music Competition")>> <<face happy>> My melody line danced out of the club's PA. <br><br> I'd been staring intently at my fretboard, but looked up to see <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<print $CC.FName>> making broad gesticulations and mouthing something to me. That's when I realized that not only was I flashing the audience, her insistence on letting me know was bringing more attention to my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>smooth pussy<<elseif Array("bush","trimmed").includes($Body.pubes)>>hidden slit<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>arrow of hair pointing down<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>sign of pubic maturity<</if>>. A quick cross of my legs, but I missed a beat and the right chord. I could hear the chuckle from the audience...and some clapping.<<else>><<print $CC.FName>> smiling and nodding.<</if>> Yet somehow, her grin encouraged me, and I felt a surge of confidence. I was fucking nailing it! <br><br> Thirty minutes later, I climbed down off the stage, a huge grin on my face. Somehow, everything went...right? I couldn't wait to see the videos that people had recorded. <br><br> I felt like I was just steps from being a rock star. <br><br> The rest of the night was a blur -- hanging with friends, family, and random metalheads; waiting anxiously for the judges to deliver their verdict. <br><br> In the end, I won second place, coming in behind a slicker little hottie in her twenties, Sara Morales. <br><br> It meant I wouldn't win the record contract, but it encouraged me to keep trying and maybe utilize that studio time and record something. <br><br> One guy from the audience told me that he ''loved'' me, but I wasn't quite sure his motivations. <br><br> Yet, in the midst of hanging out with everyone, I felt a tug at my elbow and, about to give Andrew a hug for being there for me, I noticed he was making pointed looks to a man standing nearby. <br><br> "Uh, hey." I said, impressive opening. <br><br> "I'm Willy, I was on the judging panel. You really rocked it, tonight." I beamed, he didn't say anything else but he handed me his business card! <br><br> <<set _willy = { name: "Willy Neilsen", branch: $CC.hometownName, role: "Grammy Award-winning Artist", company: "WN, Inc." }>> <<businessCard _willy>> <br><br> And then...it was over. I had put on a fucking show, music was now firmly a part of my life. Nothing was as flashy as that night, but there were still some 'rockstar' [[moments|HS002 - GreenRoom]]. <<else>> My melody line danced out of the club's PA. <br><br> I'd been staring intently at my fretboard, but looked up to see <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<print $CC.FName>> making broad gesticulations and mouthing something to me. That's when I realized that not only was I flashing the audience, her insistence on letting me know was bringing more attention to my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>smooth pussy<<elseif Array("bush","trimmed").includes($Body.pubes)>>hidden slit<<elseif $Body.pubes == "strip">>arrow of hair pointing down<<elseif $Body.pubes == "bikini">>sign of pubic maturity<</if>>. A quick cross of my legs, but I missed a beat and the right chord. I could hear the chuckle from the audience...and some clapping.<<else>><<print $CC.FName>> smiling and nodding.<</if>> Yet somehow, her grin encouraged me, and I felt a surge of confidence. I was fucking nailing it! <br><br> Thirty minutes later, I climbed down off the stage, a huge grin on my face. Somehow, everything went...right? I couldn't wait to see the videos that people had recorded. <br><br> I felt like I was just steps from being a rock star. <br><br> The rest of the night was a blur -- hanging with friends, family, and random metalheads; waiting anxiously for the judges to deliver their verdict. <br><br> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face angry>> How did I fuck this up so badly? Even some guy in the audience telling me that he ''loved'' me was no recompense for what I was dealing with. <br><br> And now? We wouldn't even get studio time. It infuriated me that everyone was putting on smiles and patting me on the back for a 'good try' and not coming in last. <br><br> In the end, I placed fourth out of ten acts. Average. Fuck average. <br><br> I didn't talk to anyone for the rest of the evening. It was over. I had put on a 'show,' and now I wondered how much of a waste it had been. But still, I soldiered on. Less support from those around me after //that// showing, but I wasn't willing to give up [[yet|HS002 - GreenRoom]]. <<else>> It meant I wouldn't win the record contract, but it encouraged me to keep trying and maybe utilize that studio time and record something. <br><br> One guy from the audience told me that he ''loved'' me, but I wasn't quite sure his motivations. <br><br> In the end, I placed fourth out of ten acts -- not what I'd hoped for, but not dead last. It meant I wouldn't win the studio time or the record contract, but everybody still encouraged me to keep trying. <br><br> And then...it was over. I had put on a fucking show, music was now firmly a part of my life. Nothing was as flashy as that night, but there were still some 'rockstar' [[moments|HS002 - GreenRoom]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-MusicBand.png">> <<set $HS.bandWin = $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> <div id="band"> As I sat on the beat-up couch in <<print $CC.friend1>>'s garage, I mulled over how cliché the whole idea was. I hadn't opened my mouth yet -- watching them fight over what was better: Nacho Cheese or Cool Ranch -- but would we really be a garage band? Was that lame? It certainly didn't lend any cred or novelty to whatever we would be. <br><br> "Cool Ranch." Not a deciding vote, but the fact that I had weighed in shocked them to rapt attention. "So, I just got like, this new guitar and I was really thinking about, like...starting a band?" <br><br> "With who?" came the response in stereo. Were they dense or was my //idea// that dumb? I let the question linger, hoping my non-response would let them figure it out. Ethan was the first to visibly register, "Dude, with me? With us?" He corrected, "I mean, do you guys even play?" <br><br> And they dove back into argument. I laughed, because I knew that it meant they were <<link "down">><<replace "#band">> <br><br> Ethan was keen to show off on the drums, he made out like it was for us, but I think it was mostly for me. He wasn't bad. <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> could play guitar as well, but they all agreed I should be front and center...and since I didn't //have// a bass, well, he'd be willing to lend a hand there. <br><br> Andrew had taken piano growing up, so he pulled out his electric keyboard from the attic -- his Mom was more than happy for a renewed interest. <br><br> Once I felt confident in us actually forming, my brain started to kick around names. Surely, we'd need a name...what about <<textbox "$HS.bandName" "Eggplant Abuse">>. Cool. I'd mention it later. <br><br> Now we just had to whip this rag-tag group into a mean [[rocking machine|HS002 - MusicBand2]]. <</replace>><</link>>. </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-MusicBand2.png">> Our usual gaming and hangout sessions quickly shifted into band practice. We began to find our rhythm and, just like what kind of Doritos was best, eventually aligned on what we'd even play. It'd be covers and with a little give and take, we agreed on a 'demo' list. <br><br> And then, like it was the most important thing in the world, we got into a fight over the name. <br><br> <<speech Ethan.png>>"Naked Tuna!"<</speech>> Ethan screamed for the fiftieth time. <br><br> <<speech Andrew.png>>"Dude. The Flying Fuck is funny."<</speech>> Drew sighed and shook his head. <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>>, comfortable and grinning with the contest, kicked out another name that was completely different than his last suggestion, <<speech BFF.png>>"Indiscreet Priori"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speech Ethan.png>>"What. Does. That even //mean//?"<</speech>> Ethan was red in the face. <br><br> I needed to step in. I would make the decision. <br><br> <div id="bandname"> <<crossroads #bandname>> <<path>> Naked Tuna. <<contents>> <<set $HS.bandName = "Naked Tuna">> <<set $HS.bandWin -->> <<set $People['CC'].Ethan.rel ++>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $HS.bandName>>."<</speechPC>> Andrew glowered, <<print $CC.friend1>> shrugged. <br><br> <<speech Ethan.png>>"//Thank// you, <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> Ethan cheered, dropping onto the couch beside <<print $CC.friend1>> and I. <<speech Ethan.png>>"Well, we got a name. Now what?"<</speech>> They all looked to me. <br><br> I had initiated the idea. I had just decided the band name. I guess I was leading us. I __was__ the lead singer. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"So -- now don't kill me -- but I ''did'' see this poster down at <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>Webster Hall<<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">>Paramount Theatre<<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">>The Crossing<<elseif $CC.hometown == "LA">>The Roxy Theatre<<else>>"The Stage"<</if>> that's doing...a battle of the bands?"<</speechPC>> Andrew's mouth practically dropped open in disbelief. <<print $CC.friend1>> gave me a thump on my arm, <<speech "$CC.friend1">>"Sick."<</speech>> Ethan jumped up from the couch, [[cheering again|HS002 - BandBattle]], <<speech Ethan.png>>"<<print $HS.bandName>>!"<</speech>> <<path>> The Flying Fuck! <<contents>> <<set $HS.bandName = "The Flying Fuck">> <<set $People['CC'].Drew.rel ++>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $HS.bandName>>."<</speechPC>> Ethan glowered, <<print $CC.friend1>> shrugged. <br><br> <<speech Andrew.png>>"//Thank// you, <<print $CC.name>>!"<</speech>> Andrew cheered, dropping onto the couch beside <<print $CC.friend1>> and I. <<speech Andrew.png>>"Well, we got a name. Now what?"<</speech>> They all looked to me. <br><br> I had initiated the idea. I had just decided the band name. I guess I was leading us. I __was__ the lead singer. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"So -- now don't kill me -- but I ''did'' see this poster down at <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>Webster Hall<<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">>Paramount Theatre<<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">>The Crossing<<elseif $CC.hometown == "LA">>The Roxy Theatre<<else>>"The Stage"<</if>> that's doing...a battle of the bands?"<</speechPC>> Ethan's mouth practically dropped open in disbelief. <<print $CC.friend1>> gave me a thump on my arm, <<speech BFF.png>>"Sick."<</speech>> Drew jumped up from the couch, cheering again, <<speech Andrew.png>>"[[$HS.bandName|HS002 - BandBattle]]!"<</speech>> <<path>> The Indiscreet Priori... <<contents>> <<set $HS.bandName = "The Indiscreet Priori">> <<set $People['CC'].M.rel ++>> <<set $HS.bandWin ++>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $HS.bandName>>."<</speechPC>> Andrew and Ethan glowered, <<print $CC.friend1>>'s head flicked back, guffawing loudly. <br><br> <<speech BFF.png>>"Sick!"<</speech>> It took a solid minute before he stopped laughing. Triumphant? Surprised? Both, probably. <<speech BFF.png>>"Well, we got a name. Now what?"<</speech>> They all looked to me. <br><br> I had initiated the idea. I had just decided the band name. I guess I was leading us. I __was__ the lead singer. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"So -- now don't kill me -- but I ''did'' see this poster down at <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>Webster Hall<<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">>Paramount Theatre<<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">>The Crossing<<elseif $CC.hometown == "LA">>The Roxy Theatre<<else>>"The Stage"<</if>> that's doing...a battle of the bands?"<</speechPC>> Andrew's mouth practically dropped open in disbelief. Ethan grunted and got up, moving over to the drums, squaring up to start to play. <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> gave me a thump on my arm, <<speech BFF.png>>"[[$HS.bandName|HS002 - BandBattle]]!"<</speech>> <<path>> Nah, I had a better idea. <<contents>> The name I already had in my head: <<textbox "$HS.bandName" "The Red Hot Chili Peppers">>...that'd do far better. Now to <<linkexpand "sell it.">>sell it... <<set $HS.bandWin += 2>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $HS.bandName>>."<</speechPC>> Andrew turned his head, dog-like, as he considered. <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> nodded, lips pursed. <br><br> <<speech Ethan.png>>"That's actually better than Naked Tuna."<</speech>> Ethan surprisingly gave in, dropping onto the couch beside <<print $CC.friend1>> and I. <<speech Ethan.png>>"Well, we got a name. Now what?"<</speech>> They all looked to me. <br><br> I had initiated the idea. I had just came up with our band name. I guess I was leading us. I __was__ the lead singer. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"So -- now don't kill me -- but I ''did'' see this poster down at <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>Webster Hall<<elseif $CC.hometown == "WA">>Paramount Theatre<<elseif $CC.hometown == "AL">>The Crossing<<elseif $CC.hometown == "LA">>The Roxy Theatre<<else>>"The Stage"<</if>> that's doing...a battle of the bands?"<</speechPC>> Andrew's mouth practically dropped open in disbelief. <<print $CC.friend1>> gave me a thump on my arm, <<speech BFF.png>>"Sick." <</speech>> Ethan jumped up from the couch, cheering again, <<speech Ethan.png>>"[[$HS.bandName|HS002 - BandBattle]]!"<</speech>><</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $HS.sales = 8>> <<if $CC.dad == 0>><<set $HS.sales ++>><</if>> <<set $HS.sales = $HS.sales + $Stats.Skills['Social'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> We signed up that afternoon. They were surprised to see more than a cash prize on the table: a deal with a record label. There was also coaching and studio time to record a demo for the runner-up. <br><br> All of us agreed that without anything to our name, it'd be hard to get gigs beyond playing for our classmates out of this garage. Winning this could be a game changer. <br><br> The promoter sent a wedge of 100 pre-sale tickets, and encouraged us to work our asses off selling them to our fans. <br><br> Fans. <br><br> We didn't have any fans yet, so even with our myriad of friends and acquaintances, this would be a challenge. <br><br> The next few weeks saw a flurry of hustling from the four of us. <<if $CC.mother == "family">><<set $HS.sales += 2>>My big brother and sister both bought tickets, <</if>><<print $CC.FName>> and some of her crew agreed to come, and to bring some friends. It seemed like the lamest thing in the world for a band to invite all their ''parents'' to a //rock// show, but we needed the numbers, so I asked <<print $CC.MName>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>><<else>>and <<print $CC.DName>><</if>>. <<if $CC.dad == 0>>Even, <<print $CC.EDName>><</if>> all were __overly__ eager to attend. And 'help'. <br><br> It was incredibly difficult selling gig tickets. The important tests and papers were due for the year, Prom Committee was in session, dork conventions, there were reasons aplenty to be busy. But we worked hard, and <<print $HS.bandName>> managed to sell <<print $HS.sales>> tickets to the show. <br><br> Not quite 100, was it. <br><br> Having a bigger crowd would impress the judges and give us a much broader cheering section. How would we close the gap? <br><br> <div id="sales"> <<crossroads #sales>> <<path>> Play at school? <<contents>> <<set $HS.sales = $HS.sales + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> Surprisingly, it was during a detention that I was able to finagle a lunchtime performance slot for <<print $HS.bandName>>. Principal Mark was receptive enough and 'glad to know I had that outlet'. <br><br> The guys seemed quite nervous to be playing in front of people who knew them, who razzed them, who would never forget this. But I insisted it was a great practice for us. <br><br> They hunkered down and we rocked it out. The acoustics of the school mall concrete walls and metal lockers weren't great for the sound, but we definitely convinced some people that the earlier ticket sales was for a real gig. <br><br> The Boys also seemed more at ease now, shaken some of their demons and gotten some live errors out of the way, all that was left was to [[practice and play|HS002 - BandBattle2]]? <<path>> Plaster promo posters with myself front-and-center...and showing off? <<contents>> <<set $HS.sales = $HS.sales + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value + $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value - $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value - $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value + $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value>> I conscripted <<print $CC.FName>> to be our photographer and we spent an afternoon in our full regalia. For them, it was essentially their day-to-day clothes. For me, I was slutting it up. <br><br> Posing as if we were playing, and I strutted in front of them, mostly with my guitar out of the way. I showed off leg, cleavage, stomach...as much bare skin as possible. There was a reason Rock Girls made for great front 'men'. <br><br> We converted the best pics into posters and some social media and spent the next couple days spreading them over the school, near the venue and coffee shops. I did not put my number on the tear tags, thankfully <<print $CC.friend1>> was willing to field the pervy requests for tickets. <br><br> All that was left was to [[practice and play|HS002 - BandBattle2]]. <<if $Body.hair == "blonde">><<image framed "passage/HS002-BandBattle1.png">><<elseif $Body.hair == "black">><<image framed "passage/HS002-BandBattle3.png">><<else>><<image framed "passage/HS002-BandBattle2.png">><</if>> <<path>> Go with what we had? <<contents>> I didn't get involved in music to be a salesperson. I just figured if I was good at it, people would come. All this business stuff was a little disconcerting. I could feel the Boys lose their determination and I couldn't let that happen. <br><br> It didn't feel like it was about the music. <br><br> I had to shut all that out. I couldn't doubt myself now. So I stopped thinking about rallying a crowd and insisted we sequestered ourselves away with my voice, my guitar and my band. We practiced. Practiced. Like self-imposed Whiplash. <br><br> We'd be so good they couldn't ignore me. Let the show [[speak for itself|HS002 - BandBattle2][$Stats.Skills['Performance'].base ++]]! <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-BandBattle2.png">> <<set $HS.testScore -->> The preparation's hectic -- rehearsing, songwriting and selling tickets, all while pulling the Boys away from working on their upcoming exams -- I certainly was putting them on the bottom of the stack. <br><br> We were all feeling the pressure, but Ethan and Drew were taking it out on each other, clashing over every single decision. And when they fought, not only was I frustrated, but <<print $CC.friend1>> seemed ready to drop his bass and get back to Bass Fishing Pro. <br><br> Leaning over to <<print $CC.friend1>>, I whispered, "Go take a break." He nodded, clearly thankful and left the garage. Ethan and Andrew seemed completely ensconced in their argument and didn't notice him depart, or me moving over to the garage door control. They both looked shocked as it began to rumble and roll down. <br><br> It was time to convince them. But how. <br><br> <div id="fight"> <<crossroads #fight>> <<path>> Lay down the law? <<contents>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value>> <<set $HS.bandCohesion = true>> //I// ran this show. "Guys. Come on. We're //so// close." I hit a cymbal and mashed a nasty cord. I looked at each of them. "But we're not going to get there like this." <br><br> "Then //he// needs to keep a steady beat." Andrew jabbed at Ethan. <br><br> "Maybe if I could tell what part of the song we were at, melody man." Ethan came right back. <br><br> "Guys!" I shook my head. "Ready for some tough love? Ethan. You're the pace. But listen to <<print $CC.friend1>>, he'll keep you on track. Drew, you can't be improvising. You know what to play. Play. It." <br><br> They thought. Nodded. After a beat, I got up, kissed each of them on the cheek, "Thanks." And grabbed <<print $CC.friend1>>. <br><br> They [[settled down|HS002 - TheBattle]]. <<else>> <<set $HS.bandCohesion = false>> //I// ran this show. "Guys. Come on. We're //so// close." I hit a cymbal and mashed a nasty cord. I looked at each of them. "But we're not going to get there like this." <br><br> "Then //he// needs to keep a steady beat." Andrew jabbed at Ethan. <br><br> "Maybe if I could tell what part of the song we were at, melody man." Ethan came right back. <br><br> "Guys!" I shook my head. "Ready for some tough love? Ethan. You're the pace. But listen to <<print $CC.friend1>>, he'll keep you on track. Drew, you can't be improvising. You know what to play. Play. It." <br><br> I could see them broiling from my comments. They glared at me. "They won't notice us with you screeching like a Banshee." Andrew cut back. <br><br> "Can't even do a stage walk to save her life." Ethan rolled his eyes. <br><br> Tears came. "Thanks." I sauntered off, hearing them squabbling behind me. <<print $CC.friend1>> looked surprised to see me with glistening cheeks. I shrugged and brought him back to play. <br><br> Maybe we all needed tough love. We [[powered through|HS002 - TheBattle]]. <</if>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1>> Give them something else to think about? <<contents>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<set $HS.bandCohesion = true>> "Guys. Come on. We're //so// close." I dropped down to the carpet in front of them. Pleadingly, I looked at each of them. "But we're not going to get there like this." <br><br> "Then //he// needs to keep a steady beat." Andrew jabbed at Ethan. <br><br> "Maybe if I could tell what part of the song we were at, melody man." Ethan came right back. <br><br> "Guys!" My top was off, tits out. I cocked my head to the side and smiled. "There. Now that you're thinking about something else--" <br><br> "Can...I feel?" Ethan asked. I glared. "Oh, come on." <br><br> "//If// you both promise to get your act together. Our act." He nodded emphatically. I stood up and moved over to them, trying to bear it as they took one a piece and played with them for a few moments. Awkwardly, I tried to pull my top back on and end the playtime so we could actually play. "Don't tell <<print $CC.friend1>>." <br><br> They both laughed and nodded. <br><br> "Thanks." I sauntered off, hearing them squabbling behind me. <<print $CC.friend1>> looked surprised to see me with glistening cheeks. I shrugged and brought him back to play. <br><br> I hoped that was a one-off. I hoped that would work. Maybe I shouldn't have breached the barrier of friendship. <br><br> We [[powered through|HS002 - TheBattle]]. <<else>> <<set $HS.bandCohesion = false>> "Guys. Come on. We're //so// close." I dropped down to the carpet in front of them. Pleadingly, I looked at each of them. "But we're not going to get there like this." <br><br> "Then //he// needs to keep a steady beat." Andrew jabbed at Ethan. <br><br> "Maybe if I could tell what part of the song we were at, melody man." Ethan came right back. <br><br> "Guys!" My top was off, tits out. I cocked my head to the side and smiled. "There. Now that you're thinking about something else--" <br><br> "You gonna do that during the show? Might actually get us to win." Ethan laughed and smiled, giving Drew a high-five. <br><br> "Better than anything else she's doing." Drew gave Ethan one back. <br><br> Tears came. "Thanks." I sauntered off, hearing them squabbling behind me. <<print $CC.friend1>> looked surprised to see me with glistening cheeks. I shrugged and brought him back to play. <br><br> Maybe I shouldn't have breached the barrier of friendship. <br><br> We [[powered through|HS002 - TheBattle]]. <</if>> <<path>> Appeal to their friendship? <<contents>> <<set $HS.bandCohesion = true>> "Guys. Come on. We're //so// close." I dropped down to the carpet in front of them. Pleadingly, I looked at each of them. "But we're not going to get there like this." <br><br> "Then //he// needs to keep a steady beat." Andrew jabbed at Ethan. <br><br> "Maybe if I could tell what part of the song we were at, melody man." Ethan came right back. <br><br> "Guys!" I shook my head. "Weren't we friends?" <br><br> "We...are." Andrew said slowly, a part of his brain activating. Ethan nodded. <br><br> "So. Can we all just take a step back, think about ''that'' first? Maybe focus on the band as a whole, us as a team, The Boys rocking it out with me? Probably...//probably// you're both right?" They thought. Nodded. After a beat, I got up, kissed each of them on the cheek, "Thanks." And grabbed <<print $CC.friend1>>. <br><br> They [[settled down|HS002 - TheBattle]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<image framed "passage/HS002-TheBattle.png">> <<if $HS.bandCohesion == true>> <<set $HS.bandWin ++>> We crammed in practice sessions more and more as the date came upon us. We skipped school fully that last day. <<else>> We practiced less and less as the date approached, but I managed to get us all together enough that we didn't bail on the competition entirely. <<set $HS.bandWin -= 2>> <</if>> <br><br> Suddenly, it was the night of the show, and <<print $HS.bandName>> was the opening act! <br><br> After struggling through a sound check that none of us really understood, followed by an agonizing, too-long wait in a dingy dressing room, it was showtime. <br><br> I followed Andrew out onto the massive stage, a sick feeling of dread churning in my stomach. <br><br> The promoter commented that he was <<if $HS.sales < 20>><<set $HS.bandWin -->>very underwhelmed by our part of the door<<elseif $HS.sales < 40>>thankful for our part of the door<<else>><<set $HS.bandWin ++>>sincerely grateful for our work to bring people in<</if>>. It was a big, dark venue and so it felt as though no one was out there. We'd been told there were more than <<set $HS.sales = $HS.sales + 100>><<print $HS.sales>> people here. For a second, it felt like we'd be playing to an empty room. <br><br> Then <<print $CC.FName>> woo'd from somewhere past the bright lights. Other voices followed suit and I began to notice familiar faces peeking up at the stage. Where we were. Where //I// was. Oh, shit. <br><br> "We are <<print $HS.bandName>>," Ethan snarled into the mic. "Hit it!" He smashed his hi-hat cymbal four times, hard and fast, and it was too late to back out. <br><br> I began to fret, stepping up to the microphone and <<linkexpand "opened my mouth...">> opened my mouth, dropping into it and screaming out as I strummed. <br><br> <<if $HS.bandWin gt 11>> <<set $Memories.push("Nearly won Battle of the Bands")>> <<face happy>> My melody line danced out of the club's PA, perfectly locked in to Ethan's pounding tom-tom beat. <<print $CC.friend1>>'s bass a monster underlying it all. <br><br> I'd been staring intently at my fretboard, but looked up to see Andrew nodding at me intently, his hands driving away at the keys. His grin encouraged me, and I felt a surge of confidence. We were fucking nailing it! <br><br> Thirty minutes later, we climbed down off the stage, a huge grin on my face. Somehow, everything went...right? -- especially Andrew's keyboard solo. I couldn't wait to see the videos that people had recorded. <br><br> That night? We felt like we were just steps from being a rock star. <br><br> The rest of it was a blur -- selling 'merch'; hanging with friends, family, and random metalheads; waiting anxiously for the judges to deliver their verdict. <br><br> In the end <<print $HS.bandName>> won second place, coming in behind a slicker rock band in their twenties called The Peepos. <br><br> It meant we wouldn't win the record contract, but it encouraged us to keep trying and maybe utilize that studio time and record something. <br><br> One guy from the audience told me that he ''loved'' my band, but I wasn't quite sure his motivations -- especially given what I was wearing. <br><br> Yet, in the midst of hanging out with everyone, I felt a tug at my elbow and Andrew was making pointed looks to a man standing nearby. <br><br> "Uh, hey." I said, impressive opening. <br><br> "I'm Willy, I was on the judging panel. You really rocked it, tonight." I beamed, he didn't say anything else but he handed me his business card! <br><br> <<set _willy = { name: "Willy Neilsen", branch: $CC.hometownName, role: "Grammy Award-winning Artist", company: "WN, Inc." }>> <<businessCard _willy>> <br><br> <br><br> And then...it was over. We had put on a fucking show, but now we couldn't distract ourselves from [[school life|HS002 - PromDress]] any longer. <<else>> Ethan was counting us in way too fast. Everything felt like double time, but something's horribly wrong -- it takes me a few seconds to realize <<print $CC.friend1>> and I were playing a totally different song. <br><br> Fuck, fuck, //fuck//! They had changed the set around, but with all the pressure, I just forgot! The dissonance sounded atrocious. <br><br> Everyone was sharing a look of alarm, then <<print $CC.friend1>> took the initiative. He played some weird, horrible-sounding chords on his bass, making a big sonic mess, then Ethan grabs the cymbals and silence drops on the stage. A soft, "One, two, three, four," -- counting the song in again and we started over, playing together this time. <br><br> The whole thing lasted less than five seconds, but it was a hell of a way to start off the biggest show of our life so far. <br><br> Thirty minutes later, we climbed down off the stage, feeling an incredible sense of relief. That was tough, and our songs fell apart in a few more places -- especially Andrew's keyboard solo. But we made it through the whole set, and a part of me felt stronger for having survived this. <br><br> Maybe it was then, but I've realized that the problems were way deeper than bumming a few notes. None of us could play very well, the songs were unoriginal, we didn't have our own sound, and nobody really liked our band. <br><br> That night? We felt like we were just steps from being a rock star. <br><br> The rest of the night was a blur -- selling 'merch'; hanging with friends, family, and random metalheads; waiting anxiously for the judges to deliver their verdict. <br><br> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face angry>> Third. Out of fucking...//four//. Why did they guys have to fuck this up so badly. If it wasn't for them, we would have had a shot. I was on point. I brought it. <br><br> And now? We wouldn't even get studio time. It infuriated me that they were still putting on smiles and patting each other on the back for a 'good try' and not coming in last. <br><br> I didn't talk to them for the rest of the evening. It was over. We had put on a 'show,' and now I wondered how much of a waste it had been. But still, I soldiered on. Less support from those around me after //that// showing, but I wasn't willing to give up [[yet|HS002 - GreenRoom]]. <<else>> In the end, <<print $HS.bandName>> placed third out of four bands -- not what we'd hoped for, but not dead last. It meant we wouldn't win the studio time or the record contract, but everybody still encouraged us to keep trying. <br><br> And then...it was over. We had put on a fucking show, music was now firmly a part of my life. Nothing was as flashy as that night, but there were still some 'rockstar' [[moments|HS002 - GreenRoom]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> /* PROM INTERLUDE. Those passages in Prom.tw */
<<image framed "passage/HS009-HomeVign3.png">> <<set $HS.testScore = hs.getFinalTestScore()>> <<outfit underwear>> <<face shock>> <<if visited("HS008 - PromNightClean") || visited("HS008 - PromNightSex") || $HS.promDate == $HS.sigOther.name>> I ached from the dancing, the partying, the late hours. The morning light tickling my face as it filtered through the leaves outside my window. I grunted, turning over, and clutching the pillow over my face. <<else>> My gut ached from pouring my emotion into my pillow -- still damp from whenever I had passed out. My eyes crusty and dry, hell, my whole body felt desiccated. And hungry. The morning light tickling my face as it filtered through the leaves outside my window. I grunted, turning over, and clutching the pillow over my face. <</if>> <br><br> Then a knock at the door. Was that what woke me up? My body certainly didn't feel like it was ready. "Not yet." I grunted out groggily from beneath the pillow. A moment passed and then, I jerked upright, eyes going from shut to wide in a split-second as an uncomfortable, "Oh, I'm sorry <<print $CC.name>>," came, already in my room -- <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>. <br><br> <<if $HS.sigOther.name == "Uncle Tom">>I wasn't in the mood, but it wasn't anything he hadn't seen already. I remained splayed out until, groggily, I realized it wasn't only him.<</if>> <<if $CC.mom == 0>> <<set _isNaked = $Body.undies == "Commando" or $Body.braless == true>> <<if _isNaked>> <br> He averted his gaze. The man with him did not. At least not right away. I was so shocked, it took me too long to realize what was wrong. <br><br><br> <</if>> "Jesus! <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>. You can't just come in here!" <<if $HS.sigOther.name == "Uncle Tom">>yeah it was an act, but a good one, eyes wide at him like 'really?!' while hiding myself for the sake of the //other// man in the room<<else>>I glared at him<</if>>, pulling the sheets <<if _isNaked>>over my naked body<<else>>tight around myself<</if>>, <<linkexpand "cocooning and drawing up the comforter as well.">> <<outfit towel>> cocooning and drawing up the comforter as well. <br><br> Just my head peeked out, frowning firmly and trying to make heads or tails of the other guy in my room. <br><br><br> "We're really sorry--" the man spoke. He wore a suit, which was weird for...it was Monday? Already? Ugh. <br><br> "I did knock--" <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> tried to excuse himself. <br><br> "Knock to say you were coming in...I coulda been doing //anything//. Who are you?" My anger redirected easily. <br><br> "So, you...shouldn't be finding out like this. We were hoping it was going to wait, at least until graduation..." <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> waved the suit off before he could interject, "We were trying to protect you." He stepped back, looking ashamed, <<linkexpand "eyes dropped and giving the suit the floor.">> eyes dropped and giving the suit the floor. <br><br><br> I adjusted myself under the covers, trying to beat back the work my brain was doing to tie up all these loose ends and vagueness. "Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>. My name is Nate. I'm an Officer with the US Government and, this might come as a shock to you, but your mother's Case Officer. No, she wasn't on probation or anything like that..." he brushed away the assumption. <br><br> He continued, sitting on the end of my bed. <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> remained, cowed and standing against the wall, present but quiet. <br><br><br> And that was how I learned that my Mom, a woman who'd been entirely out of my life had just crashed back in -- <<linkexpand "and wasn't //still// wasn't even here.">> and wasn't //still// wasn't even here. <br><br><br> Her name was Elle. She was an 'asset' and that was the reason that she hadn't been a part of my life. Instead, she had been working abroad. And, oh this was the best, they had lost touch with her. <br><br> He apologized again, gave me a card for me to contact him if needed and had assured me that he wasn't just Elle's Case Officer, but also my Minder. A kind of bodyguard for me. <br><br> <<set _nate = { name: "Nate", image: "logo.agency-bw.webp", branch: "International Affairs", role: "Deputy Agent", company: "External Recon\n & Operations Service" }>> <<businessCard _nate>> <br><br> When he left, I was absolutely frazzled and even more enraged. <br><br> First, why was I being told this? Did that mean they thought she was dead? In what way did any of this affect me -- ''except'' by telling me?! Second, why had this been kept from me? <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> knew. Third and most importantly: what was I supposed to do with any of this? <br><br> And of course, I had been sworn to secrecy. National security and whatnot. I got a chuckle out of thinking of being tried for treason simply for sharing this with the Boys. <br><br> My life had exploded. <br><br><br> Timing was unkind -- giving me no time to process or react -- I had to take [[Finals|HS010 - Finals]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<set _isNaked = $Body.undies == "Commando" or $Body.braless == true>> <<if _isNaked>> <br> He averted his gaze. I was so shocked it took me too long to realize what was wrong. <br><br><br> <</if>> "Jesus! <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>. You can't just come in here!" I glared at him, pulling the sheets <<if _isNaked>>over my naked body<<else>>tight around myself<</if>>, <<linkexpand "cocooning and drawing up the comforter as well.">> <<outfit towel>> cocooning and drawing up the comforter as well. <br><br><br> Just my head peeked out, frowning firmly and trying to make heads or tails of why he didn't just leave. <br><br> "I'm sorry, dear. It...is time for school, so you should start getting ready." I rolled my eyes, tossing the sheets back to teach him a lesson for barging in like this. He didn't check to see if I was naked? He was going to see me naked. "And that's not all." <br><br><br> He had turned, looking out the window and trying to give me privacy. "Um. Okay." I stood there, hands on my hips, <<linkexpand "establishing dominance in a very weird way.">> establishing dominance in a very weird way. <br><br><br> "<<print $CC.MName>> is gone." <br><br> I shrugged, feeling my body jiggle in response to the sudden and quick movement, "Yeah. And?" <br><br> He sighed, "I didn't even know she was going. The night of Prom...she just...left. I haven't been able to contact her." There was an edge to how he spoke, as if he was being very careful. <br><br><br> I felt very naked. The pause elongated and he uncomfortably exited the room, taking my silence for an end to the conversation, everything he had intended to say, said. As I got ready for school, my mind returned time and again to that selfie I had taken the other night. Had that been why she had reacted so weirdly? Is that why she left? <br><br> I tried to keep my mind on school for the rest of the week. And then, Friday landed <<linkexpand "another blow">> another blow. <br><br><br> "We're really sorry--" the man spoke. He wore a suit. <br><br> "Did you want to sit--" <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> tried make things normal. I had literally just walked in the door from school to find them both together at the dining room table. <br><br> "Who are you?" I didn't sit. <br><br> "So, you...shouldn't be finding out like this. We were hoping it could wait, at least until graduation..." <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> waved the suit off before he could interject, "We were trying to protect you." He looked ashamed, eyes dropped and giving the suit a sign he could speak. <br><br><br> I dropped my backpack unceremoniously, trying to beat back the work my brain was doing to tie up all these loose ends and vagueness. "Ms. <<print $CC.surname>>. My name is Nate. I'm an Officer with the US Government and, this might come as a shock to you, but your mother's Case Officer. No, she wasn't on probation or anything like that..." he brushed away the assumption. <br><br> He continued, <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> remained, cowed and practically praying at the table, present but quiet. <br><br> And that was how I learned that my Mom, a woman who'd been entirely out of my life had just crashed back in -- <<linkexpand "and //still// wasn't even here.">> and //still// wasn't even here. An invading presence without being ''present''. Fuck her. <br><br><br> Her name was Elle. She was an 'asset' and that was the reason that she hadn't been a part of my life. Instead, she had been working abroad. And, oh this was the best, they had lost touch with her. <br><br> He apologized again, gave me a card for me to contact him if needed and had assured me that he wasn't just Elle's Case Officer, but also my Minder. A kind of bodyguard for me. <br><br> <<set _nate = { name: "Nate", image: "logo.agency-bw.webp", branch: "International Affairs", role: "Deputy Agent", company: "External Recon\n & Operations Service" }>> <<businessCard _nate>> <br><br> When he left, I was absolutely frazzled and even more enraged. <br><br> First, why was I being told this? Did that mean they thought she was dead? In what way did any of this affect me -- ''except'' by telling me?! Second, why had this been kept from me? <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> knew. Third and most importantly: what was I supposed to do with any of this? <br><br> And of course, I had been sworn to secrecy. National security and whatnot. I got a chuckle out of thinking of being tried for treason simply for sharing this with the Boys. <br><br> My life had exploded. <br><br><br> Timing was unkind -- giving me no time to process or react -- I had to take [[Finals|HS010 - Finals]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<outfit default>> <div id = "finals"> <<image framed "passage/hs.hallway.png">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lte 1>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value lt 4 && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lte 2>> Fuck. School was hard. And with everything going on, I was having a really hard time staying focused. I had never really spent too much time or effort on my classes anyway and it felt like life was pulling me away, pointing out how unimportant it was -- that I //should// be giving my counselors and teachers the finger. <<crossroads #finals>> <<path>> So there was calling it quits. Who needed to graduate anyway? <<contents>> <<set $Body.age -= 2>><<set $CC.year += 2>> <<set $HS.dropOut = true>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Learning -->> <<set $HS.grad = "fail">> Yeah. No way, with the world screaming at me like this, was I going to go through the torture of actually taking exams and have them tell me what I already knew: not a student, not gonna be a student. I'm outta here. <br><br> It was a weird thing to do. Just...do nothing. Don't show up. Ignore the calls and avoid <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>. And then, it just ceased to be a thing. <br><br> The Boys and <<print $CC.FName>> thought I was crazy and being incredibly irresponsible. Maybe I was. Maybe I was blowing up my life irreparably. But that felt like it had already happened //to// me. It was time to take control and [[this|HS010 - Horizon]] is how I was doing it. <br><br> <<path>> Or I could actually try. <<contents>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> Cramming took on a whole other meaning. My brain couldn't focus on the last-minute sessions just dumping information and notes into my short-term before a test. Instead, I was cramming down the thoughts, confusion and emotions bubbling up inside of me. <br><br> I'm certain it didn't help my testing ability -- the internal commotion, lack of focus, and nothing sticking in my brain that hadn't already been there. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, disassociating mid-essay, blobs of wetness discoloring my Scan-tron and making it hard to decipher what I had filled in with a pencil rather than tears. My pride was protected with everyone in their own world and looking around was asking to be called a cheater. Our teachers were bored, proctoring hour after hour and being unable to do anything in the near-silent classrooms. <br><br> More than half the time, I just tossed my stack of papers onto the front desk as soon as we were allowed, wanting to just escape. <br><br> The series of tortures eventually came to a close and the grades were posted. <<linkexpand "At least now was //some// relief.">> <<include "HS010 - Scores">> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Or...I could get the grades somehow, anyhow. <<contents>> Or...I could get the grades somehow, anyhow. <<crossroads #finals>> <<path>> I could always cheat? <<contents>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value>> <<Stats Risky ++>> Cramming was //not// interesting to me. I looked around at all those 'studient' types and thought to myself...why not get one of them to do it? I knew which kids I could pressure or buy my way to some answers, and which other ones to sit near and get a few glances over at their work. <br><br> Still, it sucked to have to actually take the damn things. Even having the answers ahead of time on a good portion of this stuff, my brain kept wandering because of my internal commotion. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, finding myself dissociating mid-essay (ugh, can't cheat your way through //them//), blobs of wetness discoloring my Scan-tron and making it hard to decipher what I had filled in with pencil rather than tears. I think that my emotionality helped me get away with it though. The teachers didn't want to accuse the 'girl going through a lot' of cheating. <br><br> But eventually, these series of tortures came to a close and the grades were posted. <<linkexpand "At least now was //some// relief.">> <<include "HS010 - Scores">> <</linkexpand>> <<path $bodies.find(body => body.schoolHelp)>> Or because of who'd been getting some from me, I could get some...help from them. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have a sexual history with someone with that power. <<contents>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value>> <<Stats Risky ++>> Guess it did pay to fuck people in places of power. Leaning into the guilt that they felt, the risk that they had taken by getting with me...and then the offer of more in repayment? It was easy to get some insight on the upcoming exams. <br><br> Still, it sucked to have to actually take the damn things. Even having the answers ahead of time on a good portion of this stuff, my brain kept wandering because of my internal commotion. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, finding myself dissociating mid-essay (ugh, can't cheat your way through //them//), blobs of wetness discoloring my Scan-tron and making it hard to decipher what I had filled in with pencil rather than tears. I think that my emotionality helped me get away with it though. The teachers didn't want to accuse the 'girl going through a lot' of cheating. <br><br> But eventually, these series of tortures came to a close and the grades were posted. <<linkexpand "At least now was //some// relief.">> <<include "HS010 - Scores">> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> <<else>> Fuck. School was hard. And with everything going on, I was having a really hard time staying focused. I had been really trying my best over the years, but life felt like it was pulling me away, pointing out how unimportant it was. <<crossroads #finals>> <<path>> So there was calling it quits. Who needed to graduate anyway? <<contents>> <<set $Body.age -= 2>><<set $CC.year += 2>> <<set $HS.dropOut = true>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Learning -->> <<set $HS.grad = "fail">> Yeah. No way, with the world screaming at me like this, was I going to go through the torture of actually taking exams and have them tell me what I already knew: not a student, not gonna be a student. I'm outta here. <br><br> It was a weird thing to do. Just...do nothing. Don't show up. Ignore the calls and avoid <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>>. And then, it just ceased to be a thing. <br><br> The Boys and <<print $CC.FName>> thought I was crazy and being incredibly irresponsible. Maybe I was. Maybe I was blowing up my life irreparably. But that felt like it had already happened //to// me. It was time to take control and [[this|HS010 - Horizon]] is how I was doing it. <br><br> <<path>> Or I could actually try. <<contents>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> Cramming took on a whole other meaning. My brain couldn't focus on the last-minute sessions just dumping information and notes into my short-term before a test. Instead, I was cramming down the thoughts, confusion and emotions bubbling up inside of me. <br><br> I'm certain it didn't help my testing ability -- the internal commotion, lack of focus, and nothing sticking in my brain that hadn't already been there. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, disassociating mid-essay, blobs of wetness discoloring my Scan-tron and making it hard to decipher what I had filled in with a pencil rather than tears. My pride was protected with everyone in their own world and looking around was asking to be called a cheater. Our teachers were bored, proctoring hour after hour and being unable to do anything in the near-silent classrooms. <br><br> More than half the time, I just tossed my stack of papers onto the front desk as soon as we were allowed, wanting to just escape. <br><br> The series of tortures eventually came to a close and the grades were posted. <<linkexpand "At least now was //some// relief.">> <<include "HS010 - Scores">> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $HS.testScore += $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> Fuck. School was hard. And with everything going on, I was having a really hard time staying focused. I had been really trying my best over the years, but life felt like it was pulling me away, trying to say that school didn't matter. But I knew better. That was just life and circumstances. I knew I had to just dig in and focus on doing well during finals. <br><br> Cramming took on a whole other meaning. My brain couldn't focus on the last-minute sessions just dumping information and notes into my short-term before a test. Instead, I was cramming down the thoughts, confusion and emotions bubbling up inside of me. <br><br> I'm certain it didn't help my testing ability -- the internal commotion, lack of focus, and nothing sticking in my brain that hadn't already been there. <br><br> I bent over my blue books and tests, disassociating mid-essay, blobs of wetness discoloring my Scan-tron and making it hard to decipher what I had filled in with a pencil rather than tears. My pride was protected with everyone in their own world and looking around was asking to be called a cheater. Our teachers were bored, proctoring hour after hour and being unable to do anything in the near-silent classrooms. <br><br> More than half the time, I just tossed my stack of papers onto the front desk as soon as we were allowed, wanting to just escape. <br><br> The series of tortures eventually came to a close and the grades were posted. <<linkexpand "At least now was //some// relief.">> <<include "HS010 - Scores">> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> </div>
/* TODO Mira - Here's an interesting one. Some options are only available based on an earlier check of Test Scores, so flagging them would only show to those who hit the metric, whereas we'd want to tell players who DIDN'T hit the TestScores what they missed out on */ At least there was //some// relief. <br><br><br> <div id ="early"> <<if $HS.testScore gte 9>> <<Stats Confident ++>> Despite everything, I had ''crushed'' it. GPA essentially //perfect//. <br><br> Shit, with grades like that, I could get my diploma <<crossroads #early>> <<path $CC.earlyGrad == true>> Earlier than early <<contents>> <<set $Body.age -= 2>> <<set $CC.year += 2>> <<Stats Confident += 2>> <<face happy>> <<set $HS.grad = "early">> Even still, with such a stupendous result from my scholastic career...there was still something looming on the horizon that would be no easier simply because of my stellar marks. <br><br> It was insane, at //my// age, to be having to make a life-altering decision like this. There's something to be said for mental versus emotional maturity and it's time, not your grades in school for the latter. <br><br> Still. I made the choices I made and that led to...yet another choice... <br><br> <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <<path $CC.earlyGrad != true>> Graduate early <<contents>> <<set $Body.age -->><<set $CC.year ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<face happy>> <<set $HS.grad = "early">> Even still, with such a stupendous result from my scholastic career...there was still something looming on the horizon that would be no easier simply because of my stellar marks. <br><br> It was insane, at //my// age, to be having to make a life-altering decision like this. There's something to be said for mental versus emotional maturity and it's time, not your grades in school for the latter. <br><br> Still. I made the choices I made and that led to...yet another choice... <br><br> <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <<path>> Or...Just take the easy route and stay in school, to enjoy the rest of the time with no pressure. <<contents>> <<Stats Excitable -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<face happy>> <<set $HS.grad = "pass">> the rest of the time in school with my foot ''off'' the pedal. <br><br> And so, a decision loomed, imposing and frightening on the horizon. <br><br> <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <</crossroads>> <br><br> <<elseif $HS.testScore gte 4>> <<set $HS.grad = "pass">> <<if $HS.testScore gte 7>> Wow. Despite everything...just a single B. Ugh, even looking at it hurt -- I knew it was emblematic of everything going on, not my ability. <br><br><br> <<elseif $HS.testScore gte 5>> Call me Bell Curve <<print $CC.name>>. B's and C's. <br><br><br> <<else>> Oof. Barely. //Barely// squeaked by. But D is for diploma, right? <br><br><br> <</if>> And so, a decision loomed, imposing and frightening on the horizon... <br><br> <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <<else>> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Learning -->> <<face angry>> <<set $HS.grad = "fail">> Not. Pass?! Are they fucking kidding me? //Everyone// passed. <br><br> How was I going to face the other kids. My friends. My //family//?! <br><br> I felt fucked. Not just in the sense that my options were dwindling unfairly, but also fucked because someone had gotten something wrong. I could name a dozen kids that fit the 'no GED' description far, far better than I did. And they'd passed. How did they fucking pass?! <br><br> And while I was fuming, everyone else was looking to the horizon for their first 'real decision'. For me, it was looming: imposing and super frightening. <br><br> <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <<else>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Learning -->> <<face shock>> <<set $HS.grad = "fail">> Well...not everybody had to pass. Right? <br><br><br> Fuuuuuuuck. I knew I hadn't really focused on school. Or tried. Or been good at it. Or whatever. <br><br> Sure, I had been in the principal's office more often than not. And remedial classes were more of my Summer than anything else. <br><br> <<print $CC.MName>> and <<print $CC.FName>> were constantly breathing down my neck. And disappointed. <br><br> But for all that, for all the 'warnings' and things that at the time had pushed me further away from succeeding at school, seeing those grades and hearing from the counselor what they //actually// meant? <br><br> Fuck. It ''did'' have repercussions. And I'd face them now. <br><br> Everyone was looking to the horizon for their first real decision. Looming there, imposing and frightening. <<include "HS010 - Horizon">> <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> </div>
<<set $Dossier.showEval = true>> <<set $codeName = "Omega Stratagem">> I sat on my bed with my phone uncharacteristically off. I looked over the mess of my room: a result of the past couple weeks. I had not been taking care of myself and it showed. The amount of laundry needed to be done was plain as day, there was now a carpet of my discarded clothes. The sheets of my bed had been tugged into place so many times that they no longer could even affect a 'made bed' look anymore. My luggage peeked out at me from the closet. I had pulled them out and put them back at least once every day. <br><br><br> My Mom //disappeared//. Once the disbelief of it passed, processing proceeded to my thoughts that I should do the same. Well, if I was going to do that, I needed to have clothes. <br><br><br> I sighed and pulled myself from the comfort of my bed's cushioning and began picking up my mess. Moving was cathartic -- it felt like forward momentum when everything else had me stalling out. <br><br> With an arm clutch of clothes, I was drawn up short. Nate's card had appeared from beneath a pair of <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>my underwear<<else>>some guy's boxer shorts I used to sleep in<</if>>...My 'minder'. <br><br> <<set _nate = { name: "Nate", image: "logo.agency-bw.webp", branch: "International Affairs", role: "Deputy Agent", company: "External Recon\n & Operations Service" }>> <<businessCard _nate>> <br><br> I wondered if he was watching, //bodyguarding// for me right now. Did he like keep watch in a car down the street? <<linkexpand "Did he have cameras all over my room?">> Did he have cameras all over my room? <br><br><br> The thought raised my hackles. That was frightening. I reached down and picked the thin rectangle up, playing it over in my fingers. It was all too much. <br><br> I tucked Nate's card into my waistband and did the first load of many. I had made my decision. <<if $HS.dropOut == false>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS011 - Graduation][$HS.postGrad = "college"]]>> I wondered if my 'minder' could get me into school. I doubted it. If it was on me, that meant it was ''College application'' time and figure out where I was going to go to ''college''. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose college. <<path [[HS011 - Graduation][$HS.postGrad = "gapyear"]]>> No need to rush to college. Deferred enrollment was a thing. I needed to clear my head, figure out what to do. I needed to get away from home -- maybe...a year? But, ''where should I go''? <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't choose a gap year. <<path [[HS011 - Graduation]]>> I was done with school. Giving the finger to structure and expectation -- to my ''life'' -- it was time for me to be ''leaving'' on a jet plane. <<path [[HS012 - LifeChoices][$HS.dropOut = true; $Body.age --; $CC.year ++]] $HS.testScore lt 5>> Fuck school. I wouldn't be getting that diploma if I tried, so might as well kick them to the curb //first// and figure out what to do next/instead/for real. <<blocked>> $CC.name didn't have low enough test scores. <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HS012 - LifeChoices]]>> Fuck school. I wouldn't be getting that diploma if I tried, so might as well kick them to the curb //first// and figure out what to do next/instead/for real. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<if $sexcount == false>> Shit. I got ahead of myself. Because I skipped Prom Night we didn't get into the nitty gritty of my dirty bits. <br><br><br> Let's do that [[now|HS003 - HSSex]]. <<else>> <<if $HS.grad == "pass">> <<outfit grad>> <<set $HS.acceptance = $HS.testScore>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> It was the big day. School officially coming to a close and all of us scattering to the wind. Even though there was nothing on the line, there was still a pit in my stomach. <br><br> <<print $CC.friend1>> buzzed on my phone, keeping me from actually figuring out the root cause of my nervousness, <<call $CC.friend1>>"Cap and gown lookin' good?"<</call>> <br><br> <<call>>"I won't be late."<</call>> <br><br> <<call $CC.friend1>>"Not dressed?"<</call>> Devil face emoji. <br><br> <<call $CC.friend1>>"Lemme see."<</call>> Eggplant. <br><br> Wow. That was an escalation from the usual. I wanted to write it off as just a horny teenager but this was <<print $CC.friend1>>, one of my //Boys//. <br><br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> I was surprised it had taken this long. I <<link "snapped">><<upper>><</link>> <<link "some">><<bra>><</link>> <<link "escalating">><<panties>><</link>> <<link "nudes">><<panties>><</link>> and playfully sent them back slowly as I got ready and headed over to the school. [[Graduation present|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <</if>> /*TODO: Cassie, This is an example for how to show a popup when there are conditional options based on skills, I did it outside of the if so they get a popup even if they don't get the option */ <<skillChecked 'Easy'>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> I was a little shocked at how it made me feel. I took the compliment I hoped it was and found a <<link "tasteful">><<upper>><<lower>><</link>> way to fulfill the wish. [[Graduation present|HS011 - Graduation2]]. <</if>> <<skillChecked 'Confident' 'Excitable'>> <br><br><br> I shut it down immediately, <<call>>"Gross, dude. [[Deleting|HS011 - Graduation2]]."<</call>> <<else>> It was the big day. School officially coming to a close and all of us scattering to the wind. Even though there was nothing on the line, there was still a pit in my stomach. <br><br> <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> buzzed on my phone, keeping me from actually figuring out the root cause of my nervousness, <<call $HS.sigOther.name>>"Cap and gown lookin' good?"<</call>> <br><br> <<call>>"I won't be late."<</call>> <br><br> <<call $HS.sigOther.name>>"Not dressed?"<</call>> Devil face emoji. <br><br> <<call $HS.sigOther.name>>"Lemme see."<</call>> Eggplant. <br> <div id="selfie"> <<crossroads #selfie>> <<path>> Fulfill the ''desire''. <<contents>> <br> Not the most convincing argument, but I was feeling <<linkexpand "generous.">> <<outfit naked>> A confident saunter in front of the mirror and I snapped a couple nudes, deciding between them as I ignored insistent follow-up texts. <br><br> <<waiting 3s>> <<timed 3.125s>> Caption... <br><br> <<shake 1s>>{{{*bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <br> <<next 1.125s>> ...Caption.... <br><br> <<shake 1s>>{{{*bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 1.125s>> <br> ...How to caption this... <br><br> <<shake 2s>>{{{*bzzt* *bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 2.125s>> <br><br> I could sense the salivating. <<next 1.125s>> <<crossroads #selfie>> <<path>> Ahh, the one in the cap: It's hot out. I think I'll go like ''this'' under the gown. <<contents>> <<layeredImage "graduation1">> [[HS011 - Graduation2]] <<path>> Ahh, the one from the side, showing off: You gonna miss ''this''? <<contents>> <<layeredImage "graduation2">> [[HS011 - Graduation2]] <<path>> Ahh, the one throwing up deuces: Can't rush me when I'm ''fingering''. <<contents>> <<layeredImage "graduation3">> [[HS011 - Graduation2]] <</crossroads>> <</timed>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Leave it on ''read'' <<contents>> Eh, can't reward such a half-assed and horny attempt. <br><br> <<waiting 3s>> <<timed 3.125s>> Punish... <br><br> <<shake 1s>>{{{*bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 1.125s>> <br> ...Punish.... <br><br> <<shake 1s>>{{{*bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 1.125s>> <br> ...How to punish... <br><br> <<shake 2s>>{{{*bzzt* *bzzt*}}}<</shake>> <<next 2.125s>> <br><br> It could sense the salivating. <<next 1.125s>> <<crossroads #selfie>> <<path>> Ahh, a picture of the gown on the floor by...yeah, those are __not__ my shorts or theirs: Sorry, busy. Hold my ''chair''. <<contents>> <<layeredImage "graduation4">> [[HS011 - Graduation2]] <<path>> Ahh, send back a dick pic I got sent: You gonna miss ''this'' dick? <<contents>> [[HS011 - Graduation2]] <<path>> Ahh, sun behind me...get a shadow, yeah, cast right over the gown on the bed: Already fading from your ''memory''? <<contents>> <<layeredImage "graduation5">> [[HS011 - Graduation2]] <</crossroads>> <</timed>> <</crossroads>> <br> ...Hmm... </div> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.grad == "early">> 'Graduation' was a far cry from the standard experience. I didn't get a cap and gown. There were no graduation parties. I didn't get to share in the excitement and anxiousness with my classmates. <br><br> Instead, I crossed no stage, shook no hands. My diploma was sent to me in the mail. While other kids were hunkering down for the next year, finals, the crunch time...I was done. <br><br> It was a weird moment in my life and the first time I began to feel distanced from my friends. It had been years of us in lock-step and now I was taking a different path. <br><br> I felt forgotten. <br><br> And with nothing else to keep me occupied, it was time for me to make the next steps in my [[life|HS012 - LifeChoices]]. <<set $HS.acceptance = $HS.testScore>> <<elseif $HS.grad == "fail">> <<set $HS.acceptance = 0>> There would be no cap and gown for me. I became a story among the kids at school and a tale of warning for parents and the next few years of students. There would be no diploma. <br><br> It felt damning. <br><br> What had the past ten or so years been all for? A waste? Was I condemned now? Relegated away from not just higher education but continued education as well. What could my life be at this point? <br><br> Looking back on all the opportunities where I could have tried a bit harder, focused a bit more on school, came into stark clarity now. It's not like there hadn't been signs and warnings, I just hadn't thought it that big a deal. It wouldn't happen to me -- and if it did, so what. Couldn't be that bad. <br><br> Right? <br><br> We'd see. But for now, with no other options, I just had to look forward and make the next steps in my [[life|HS012 - LifeChoices]]. <<elseif $HS.dropOut == true>> <<set $HS.acceptance = 0>> I'd thrown the finger to the establishment. I wouldn't let //them// decide I wasn't up to snuff. ''They'' didn't meet my needs. Sure, there would be no cap and gown for me. Yeah, I became a story among the kids at school and a tale of warning for parents and the next few years of students. I didn't want the diploma. And I was resolute that in a few scant years, the story of me would turn around -- I'd be the girl you //wanted// to be. <br><br> They tried to make it feel damning. But who knows, maybe I'd be the female Einstein or something. <br><br> Right? <br><br> We'd see. But for now, with no other options, I just had to look forward and make the next steps in my [[life|HS012 - LifeChoices]]. <</if>> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/HS011-Graduation2.png">> <<outfit grad>> <<set _vale = random(9,12)>> It was legion: caps and gowns undulating like a sea in the sunlight. Chairs assembled on the freshly cut grass causing our allergies to collectively act up. <br><br><br> Mark -- yeah, we used his first name, we'd never really taken to giving respect to our Principal -- made a meandering speech about how important the time was, today was, and our lives would be. The self-aggrandizement was plain as the sweat on our foreheads. <br><br> <<if $HS.TestScores gt _vale>> <<run $Memories.push("HS Valedictorian")>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> I was called to the stage early. Not to get my diploma...but to give the valedictorian speech. I was far-and-away the best student in the graduating class, eclipsing even Ms. Perfect, Ava. <br><br> Part of me wanted to make the speech about Mom. A talk therapy in front of all these people I'd known so long. But that also felt too vulnerable. <br><br> I talked, instead, about our burgeoning futures, what this time together had meant...and then some choice thoughts and takeaways. <<if $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>><<speechPC>>"I shouldn't be up here. I don't know any better than anyone else what's in store for us."<</speechPC>><<else>><<speechPC>>"We did it!" Pumping a hand over my head, "We're gonna show 'em all, aren't we?"<</speechPC>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>><<speechPC>>"All I can think about is how the training wheels are off. We're in the driver's seat now!"<</speechPC>><<else>><<speechPC>>"We've gotten this far, but we've only just begun."<</speechPC>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>><<speechPC>>Almost a whisper, conspiratorial: "...now we're free. To do whatever we've been //aching// to do."<</speechPC>><<else>><<speechPC>>"Now we've got to be our own caretakers and protectors."<</speechPC>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>><<speechPC>>"And now we have access to all the fish in this great big ocean!"<</speechPC>><<else>><<speechPC>>"And I'll miss you all. No one will ever compare to you."<</speechPC>><</if>> <<else>> Then Ava made the valedictorian speech. Well, that bitch got attention and victory again. I wish her well. Here, she was a big fish in a small pond. Out there...the pit from before returned. <</if>> Fuck. I was scared about the future. Like something was bearing down on me and I had no control over it, and it was coming. <br><br> We crossed the stage, shaking his hand, grabbing our diploma and usually make some sort of 'personal' touch to the few moments crossing from <<linkexpand "staircase to staircase.">> staircase to staircase. <br><br><br> <<speech "Principal">>"<<print $CC.name>> <<print $CC.surname>>."<</speech>> My turn. My thighs stuck to the gown that was plastered to the cheap vinyl seat as I pulled myself up. Moving was a welcome relief from the heat and allowed my sweat to do its job. <br><br> The Boys cheered. I smiled at them. <<if $Body.virgin == true>> <<print $CC.FName>> gave me a wink. <<else>> <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> winked at me. <</if>> <<if $CC.dad == 2>>Uncle Tom<<else>><<print $CC.DName>><</if>> cheered far too loudly, but I appreciated it, giving a bashful wave to him. <br><br> Then back to my seat. Well. That was... <<linkexpand "underwhelming.">> underwhelming. <br><br><br> That bench post that had been looming in front of us for so long, passed in an instant. Would they all be like that? So easy? So scary? No matter what, we all were [[moving on|HS012 - LifeChoices]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<image framed "passage/HS012-LifeChoices.png">> <<set $Body.implants = false>> <<set _SMoptions = { "used it as much as anyone else" : 1 }>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value lt 0>> <<set _SMoptions["kept it to an absolute minimum"] = 0>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> <<set _SMoptions["put my life out there, no matter what I was wearing or how I was feeling"] = 2>> <</if>> <<set _drugoptions = {}>> <<if $CC.hsv == 'partier' || $CC.hsv == 'club'>> <<set _drugoptions["tried everything once, and preferred the way it all made me feel"] = 3>> <<else>> <<set _drugoptions["had tried a few things here or there, when the opportunity felt right"] = 1>> <<set _drugoptions["knew where to get it, to buy it -- I liked having some on hand"] = 2>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value && $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>> <<set _drugoptions["never touched the stuff. I liked being clean and clear"] = 0>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $bodies.length lt 5 >> <<set $kinknum = 1>> <<set $num = 1>> <<elseif $bodies.length lt 10>> <<set $kinknum = 2>> <<set $num = 1>> <<elseif $bodies.length lt 20>> <<set $kinknum = 3>> <<set $num = 2>> <<elseif $bodies.length lt 30>> <<set $kinknum = 4>> <<set $num = 3>> <<elseif $bodies.length gte 30>> <<set $kinknum = 5>> <<set $num = 4>> <</if>> <<set $Body.fertility = 25>> <<if $Body.age lt 0>> <<set $Body.fertility -= 5>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 3>> <<set $Body.fertility -= 5>> <</if>> <<set $HS.Sugg = $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value>> <<set $HS.Risky = $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>> <<set $HS.Stable = $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<if $HS.dropOut == true>> I was excited to get a drop on life, while they squirreled away to close out school and 'graduate'...to what? More school? Blech. Gimme the real world any day. <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 && ($Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value) && !$Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>> <br><br> <<print $CC.DName>> was not pleased with my scholastic...results. He was doing all he could to try and figure out where he had gone wrong, what he had done...what he could do. <br><br> Somehow, he had picked up on some self-consciousness and figured that all of my failings had come from a lack of confidence. So in one of the most awkward conversations //in// ''my'' __life__... <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Would...you want to...have....augmentations?"<</speech>> He almost coughed it out. I froze, the thought that he was considering my body in that way...at //all// was front-and-center. <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Only if you wanted. Some girls get them around your age. I don't think you need them! No, that's not what I'm saying."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Can you shut up."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Ab.so.lutely."<</speech>> But the offer was out there. Did I really need them? Was my chest worth doing something about? A painful, irreversible procedure...would it 'improve' me and my life? <div id="tits"> <<crossroads #tits>> <<path>> No. I didn't need them. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention -->> I never brought it up. He never mentioned it again. We were happy to leave it that way. <br><br> But plastic surgery was only one of the //many// choices I was making as a full-fledged 'adult,' now. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <<path>> Maybe a little. Just one cup size. Hardly noticable, right? <<contents>> <<set $Body.implants = true>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Attractiveness ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention ++>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("tits")>> <<if $Body.tits == "small">><<set $Body.tits = "medium">><<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">><<set $Body.tits = "large">><<elseif $Body.tits == "large">><<set $Body.tits = "extralarge">><<elseif $Body.tits == "extralarge">><<set $Body.tits = "huge">><</if>> <<face hurt1>> I took him up on his offer and went in for the evaluation. <br><br> My age made me a perfect candidate for healing so there was no doubt in the surgeon's mind. <br><br> We made the date and then began some of the most painful weeks of my life. My skin screamed at me for having to stretch, and //quickly//. My muscles ached. The scars looked obscene, though they insisted they'd heal with time. I could barely lift my arms -- I didn't ''want'' to lift my arms. <br><br> Still, I did heal and before I knew it, I was me, just with bigger, perkier tits. <br><br> But plastic surgery was only one of the //many// choices I was making as a full-fledged 'adult,' now. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <<path !Array("large", "extralarge").includes($Body.tits)>> Yeah. Why not. I'd always hated my tits and envied others in the showers. Let me stun'em with my new girls. <<blocked>> $CC.name has too large a pair to go that big. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -= 2>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> <<Stats Attractiveness ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention += 2>> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <<set $Body.implants = true>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.push("tits")>> <<if Array("small", "medium").includes($Body.tits)>><<set $Body.tits = "large">><<else>><<set $Body.tits = "huge">><</if>> <<face hurt2>> I took him up on his offer and went in for the evaluation. <br><br> My age made me a perfect candidate for healing so there was no doubt in the surgeon's mind. <br><br> We made the date and then began some of the most painful weeks of my life. My skin screamed at me for having to stretch, and //quickly//. My muscles ached. The scars looked obscene, though they insisted they'd heal with time. I could barely lift my arms -- I didn't ''want'' to lift my arms. <br><br> Still, I did heal and before I knew it, I was me, just with bigger, perkier tits. <br><br> But plastic surgery was only one of the //many// choices I was making as a full-fledged 'adult,' now. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <</if>> <<else>> That was it. The first real line in the sand in my life. No turning and going back to high school. It was frightening, the world was huge. <<if $CC.wealth gt 3 && ($Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value) && !Array("extralarge", "large", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>> <<set $People['CC'].Parents.rel ++>> <br><br> <<print $CC.DName>> was overjoyed with my scholastic results. He bragged to everyone he knew, he was beaming in all the pictures. <br><br> He wanted to make a big show and reward me for my success. How he chose to do it was...a bit awkward. <br><br> Somehow, he had picked up on some self-consciousness. So in one of the most awkward conversations //in// ''my'' __life__... <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Would...you want to...have....augmentations?"<</speech>> He almost coughed it out. I froze, the thought that he was considering my body in that way...at //all// was front-and-center. <<speechPC>>"What."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Only if you wanted. Some girls get them around your age. As a graduation present. Not that I think you need them! No, that's not what I'm saying."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Can you shut up."<</speechPC>> <<speech "$CC.DName">>"Ab.so.lutely."<</speech>> But the offer was out there. Did I really need them? Was my chest worth doing something about? A painful, irreversible procedure...would it 'improve' me and my life? /* TODO: (Fict) If this tits div and crossroad matches the one above. Make a shared crossroad thingy. */ <div id="tits"> <<crossroads #tits>> <<path>> No. I didn't need them. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention -->> /* Clothing (Needed): Tiffany Necklace */ <<speechPC>>"What about a car. Girls get those for graduation presents too."<</speechPC>> He mused, as if he'd never thought of it. <<speech "$CC.DName">>"We can talk about it."<</speech>> We didn't talk about it. I didn't get a car. But I did get a cute Tiffany necklace to symbolize this transition and my success. <br><br> But plastic surgery was only one of the //many// choices I was making as a full-fledged 'adult,' now. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <<path>> Maybe a little. Just one cup size. Hardly noticable, right? <<contents>> <<set $Body.implants = true>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Attractiveness ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention ++>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.pushUnique("tits")>> <<if $Body.tits == "small">><<set $Body.tits = "medium">><<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">><<set $Body.tits = "large">><<elseif $Body.tits == "large">><<set $Body.tits = "extralarge">><<elseif $Body.tits == "extralarge">><<set $Body.tits = "huge">><</if>> <<face hurt1>> I took him up on his offer and went in for the evaluation. <br><br> My age made me a perfect candidate for healing so there was no doubt in the surgeon's mind. <br><br> We made the date and then began some of the most painful weeks of my life. My skin screamed at me for having to stretch, and //quickly//. My muscles ached. The scars looked obscene, though they insisted they'd heal with time. I could barely lift my arms -- I didn't ''want'' to lift my arms. <br><br> Still, I did heal and before I knew it, I was me, just with bigger, perkier tits. <br><br> But plastic surgery was only one of the //many// choices I was making as a full-fledged 'adult,' now. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <<path !Array("extralarge", "large", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>> Yeah. Why not. I'd always hated my tits and envied others in the showers. Let me stun'em with my new girls. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -= 2>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> <<Stats Attractiveness ++>> <<set $CC.maleAttention += 2>> <<set $CC.maleReaction ++>> <<set $Body.implants = true>> <<run $Stats.BodyTraits.pushUnique("tits")>> <<if Array("small", "medium").includes($Body.tits)>><<set $Body.tits = "large">><<else>><<set $Body.tits = "huge">><</if>> <<face hurt2>> I took him up on his offer and went in for the evaluation. <br><br> My age made me a perfect candidate for healing so there was no doubt in the surgeon's mind. <br><br> We made the date and then began some of the most painful weeks of my life. My skin screamed at me for having to stretch, and //quickly//. My muscles ached. The scars looked obscene, though they insisted they'd heal with time. I could barely lift my arms -- I didn't ''want'' to lift my arms. <br><br> Still, I did heal and before I knew it, I was me, just with bigger, perkier tits. <br><br> But plastic surgery was only one of the //many// choices I was making as a full-fledged 'adult,' now. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<print $CC.DName>> was overjoyed at my scholastic results. He wished he could get me a car or something as a reward, but he did manage to scrounge together enough for a beautiful necklace. /* Clothing (Needed): Tiffany/Van Cleef Necklace */ <br><br> It was so sweet of him and meant more to me than a car. <br><br> A perfect reminder that I was a full-fledged 'adult' now, transitioning and needing to make the //many// choices of my own. <<include "HS012 - PART - Choices">> <</if>> <</if>>
<br><br> Growing up nowadays, social media was all around. MySpace and Facebook -- vanguard of it all -- were becoming passé. Kik, TikTok, Insta, Snap, Whisper, it was a veritable cornucopia of ways to connect virtually. <br><br> Personally, I <<cycle "$HS.media" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _SMoptions>><</cycle>>. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "Talk about everywhere...">> Talk about everywhere, even before college, drugs and alcohol were everywhere. It didn't matter if it was just over at a friend's, or a highschool party, or a house party, it was present and on offer. I <<cycle "$HS.addictionLv" autoselect>><<optionsfrom _drugoptions>><</cycle>>. <br><br><br> <<linkexpand "Knowing I was going out into the world...">> Knowing I was going out into the world, the reins loosened a bit and more of the responsibility on my shoulders I thought about the choices I had made and how they might affect me going forward, emotionally, financially, however it might weigh on me. <br><br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == false && $Body.virgin == false>> There wouldn't always be a pharmacy nearby or necessarily cash on hand... <div id="BC"> <<crossroads #BC>> <<path>> But I had to ''stay safe''. <<contents>> <<set $Body.fertile = false>> <br><br> I wasn't about to let myself get in the 'motherly' way out of stupidity or fear of running out of money. I knew I couldn't trust guys. <<path>> I had learned enough about myself and sex, I ''didn't need the birth control'' anymore. <<contents>> <<set $Body.fertile = true>> <<set $CC.BC = "">> <br><br> But I was confident that I could handle everything life, guys and sex could throw my way. I got off birth control and felt lighter and clearer because of the decision. <<contentsShared>> <br><br><br> <<include "HS012 - PART - shared">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $Body.fertile == true && $Body.virgin == false>> Sex to date had been a minefield. It came out of nowhere most of the time and, man, the feelings in the moment...I had made some really dumb decisions. <br><br> That I had not gotten knocked up so far was a miracle, maybe thanks to some rhythm, thanks to some OTC help, thanks to luck, didn't matter why. I was glad. <div id="noBC"> <<crossroads #noBC>> <<path>> I had proven the decision was good so far, I didn't feel like a change was necessary. Why fix something that ''wasn't broken''? <<contents>> <<set $Body.fertile = true>> <br><br> Whether I had sperm-killing juices, an iron womb, or some ability to control my ovulation, it didn't matter. I rolled unprotected and I wore it like a badge of honor. <<path>> I...had enough of the sleepless nights, tears and calendar counting. And late night almost texts to guys. I needed to ''get onto something''. <<contents>> <<set $Body.fertile = false>> <br><br> After looking at all of the options, I decided upon <<listbox "$CC.BC">> <<option "Yaz" "Pill">> <<option "Nexplanon implant" "Implant">> <<option "copper IUD" "IUD">> <<option "Mirena IUD" "mIUD">> <<option "Nuvaring" "Ring">> <</listbox>> <<contentsShared>> <br><br><br> <<include "HS012 - PART - shared">> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<include "HS012 - PART - shared">> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>>
<<set $HS.LDR = false>> <<if $HS.addictionLv == 2>> <<set $Body.fertility -= 5>> <<elseif $HS.addictionLv == 3>> <<set $Body.fertility -= 10>> <</if>> <<if $Body.fertility lte 0>> <<set $Body.fertility = 2>> <</if>> <<set $Body.maxFertility = $Body.fertility>> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> Hadn't had sex to date, so not weighing myself down with extra hormones had been a solid one. Go me. Let's keep on trucking! <br><br> And speaking of that, while I wasn't the only member of the V-club, I wondered if the pressure I had felt in school would mount to be too much to handle. Was I really that much of a weirdo? I had flirted and had my own fun and -- while dates had been fewer and further between, and not too long-lasting -- it wasn't like I hadn't experienced love. <br><br> Even without sex, <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. A massive chapter of my life. Helping me undestand who I am and opened doors that I might have been to afraid to try myself if I'd been on my own. <br><br> Fuck, already tears in my eyes, a tightness in my throat and in my stomach. <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> was my constant growing up. But the world was such a huge place and there were so many other people... <br><br> Conversations and texts between us had gotten a little strained over the past couple weeks. We both saw the storm coming and weren't sure exactly where we stood with each other. The future was scary. We'd each made our own decisions... <br><br> Would they include each other? <br><br> <div id="sigOther"> <<crossroads #sigOther>> <<path>> Yeah. I could handle an LDR. <<contents>> <<set $HS.LDR = true>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Easy -->> <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> Why would I change how things were? Having <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> in my life meant that I had someone I could cry to if I needed it. Whenever I needed it. <br><br> They were loyal as they came. Why would I ditch having that support? <br><br> I think <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> had their suspicions about my...extra-relationship activities. But I think they took it as part of what 'us together' meant for //me//, what it meant for //them//. It was an arrangement that worked. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> I felt a pit in my gut. I knew that with distance between us, how they acted probably wouldn't change. We'd continue the see-saw of misunderstanding and confusion. I'd get hurt. <br><br> But maybe with the distance I wouldn't find out about it. Or...maybe it wouldn't happen. <br><br> Even knowing, I //needed// them to not be scared with how much was changing. <br><br> And I think they needed the stability too. If only because they wanted to have me on speeddial whenever they needed it. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> <<Stats Stable -= 3>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> Something about the future scared me. I needed a rock. <br><br> We barely had even the semblence of a relationship to date. I think <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> was as confused as I was when I brought up our future. <br><br> Maybe it was just a blip and as soon as there was the distance between us, I'd be alone again. <br><br> But maybe not. <<else>> And they could too! We'd been faithful to each other so far, there was no reason to believe otherwise now. <</if>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> So we kept texting and as life changed around us it was comforting. It might not be forever...but it might. <br><br><br> They had been a part of making me who I was, and I had learned a lot about my self. <br><br><br> Life was changing, and I soldiered on to the <<if $HS.postGrad == "gapyear">> <<set $Body.age ++>><<set $CC.year -->> [[next big thing|PG001 - Decisions]]. <<elseif $HS.postGrad == "college">> <<set $Body.age += 4>><<set $CC.year -= 4>> [[next big thing|PG001 - Decisions]]. <<else>> [[next big thing|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <</if>> <<path>> No. Everything had its season and ours had passed. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident += 2>> <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <<Stats Stable ++>> It was time to call a spade a spade. I could tell they were relieved to be 'ending' things. But really, they had ended a long time ago. <br><br> At least for me. <br><br> Now we were both being honest with ourselves. Commitment was not in the cards for me. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> A part of me wanted to scream out and insist that we stay together. The normalcy of how things had been going felt familiar. To change that, even as painful as it was, felt like it was too much. <br><br> But it also felt right. <br><br> We both knew that commitment was not in the cards for them. <br><br> It was time to recognize that and move on like adults. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> That we even addressed it confused us both. What we had was only the barest similarity to a relationship. <br><br> But we both knew there was //something// about each other. <br><br> So we recognized it and confirmed that it wasn't anything. <<else>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Easy ++>> I could barely think of anyone else who was sticking it out once Summer was over. As much as we'd had a long, solid time together...I wasn't ready for marriage. I wasn't ready to settle down. <br><br> Maybe we'd find our way back to each other some day, but the only way to test that strength was to see if it did happen. Staying together wasn't a test. It wouldn't prove anything. <</if>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> Walking away from that conversation was easy. Not because dropping the hammer on <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> was easy -- it wasn't. But the way they acted blindsided, that they screamed and wailed...so unattractive. I had made the right choice. On to bigger and better. <br><br><br> They had been a part of making me who I was, and I had learned a lot about my self. <br><br><br> Life was changing, and I soldiered on to the <<if $HS.postGrad == "gapyear">> <<set $Body.age ++>><<set $CC.year -->> [[next big thing|PG001 - Decisions]]. <<elseif $HS.postGrad == "college">> <<set $Body.age += 4>><<set $CC.year -= 4>> [[next big thing|PG001 - Decisions]]. <<else>> [[next big thing|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. A massive chapter of my life. Helping me undestand who I am and opened doors that I might have been to afraid to try myself if I'd been on my own. <br><br> Fuck, already tears in my eyes, a tightness in my throat and in my stomach. <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> was my constant growing up. But the world was such a huge place and there were so many other people... <br><br> Conversations and texts between us had gotten a little strained over the past couple weeks. We both saw the storm coming and weren't sure exactly where we stood with each other. The future was scary. We'd each made our own decisions... <br><br> Would they include each other? <br><br> <div id="sigOther"> <<crossroads #sigOther>> <<path>> No. Everything had its season and ours had passed. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident += 2>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> Walking away from that conversation was easy. Not because dropping the hammer on <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> was easy -- it wasn't. But the way they acted blindsided, that they screamed and wailed...so unattractive. I had made the right choice. On to bigger and better. <br><br><br> They had been a part of making me who I was, and I had learned a lot about my [[sexual self|HS013 - SexLeveling]]. <<path>> Yeah. I could handle an LDR. <<contents>> <<set $HS.LDR = true>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Confident -->> <<Stats Easy -->> <<if $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> Why would I change how things were? Having <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> in my life meant that I had someone I could cry to if I needed it. Whenever I needed it. <br><br> They were loyal as they came. Why would I ditch having that support? <br><br> We both knew what 'us together' meant for me, and what it meant for them. We were happy with that arrangement. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> I felt a pit in my gut. I knew that with distance between us, how they acted probably wouldn't change. We'd continue the see-saw of misunderstanding and confusion. I'd get hurt. <br><br> But maybe with the distance I wouldn't find out about it. Or...maybe it wouldn't happen. <br><br> Even knowing, I //needed// them to not be scared with how much was changing. <br><br> And I think they needed the stability too. If only because they wanted to have pussy on speeddial whenever they needed it. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "free">> <<Stats Stable -= 3>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> Something about the future scared me. I needed a rock. <br><br> We barely had even the semblence of a relationship to date. I think <<print $HS.sigOther.name>> was as confused as I was when I brought up our future. <br><br> Maybe it was just a blip and as soon as there was the distance between us, I'd be alone again. <br><br> But maybe not. <<else>> And they could too! We'd been faithful to each other so far, there was no reason to believe otherwise now. <</if>> <br><br> <<scrollIntoView>> So we kept texting and as life changed around us it was comforting. It might not be forever...but it might. <br><br><br> They had been a part of making me who I was, and I had learned a lot about my [[sexual self|HS013 - SexLeveling]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<<set $Dossier.showSexSkills = true>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers = ($HS.media * $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value)>> <<if $CC.hsv == "gym">><<set $HS.SMfollowers ++>><</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("TeenModel")>> <<set $HS.SMfollowers += 2>> <</if>> <<if $Body.age == -1>> <<run $num += 1>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique("Tight Pussy")>> <</if>> <<if $Body.age == -2>> <<run $num += 2>> <<run $Stats.SexSkills.pushUnique("Tight Pussy", "Tiny Pussy")>> <</if>> <<sexSkillsSetup 2>> <<intro>> Sex had taught me a couple of things about myself: what I liked and what I knew about my body and its talents. <<kinks>> My brain just happened to be wired in a way where I loved: <<skills>> And experience had taught me about myself that<<if $Stats.SexSkills.length eq 0>> I had<</if>>: <<onDone>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<set $HS.preg = false>> <<set _pregDiv = ($Stats.Traits['Stable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value + $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value + $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value) - ($Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value + $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value + $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value + $CC.maleReaction)>> <<if _pregDiv lte 0>><<set _pregDiv = 1>><</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<set _pregDiv = 1>><</if>> <<set _pregNum = $bodies.filter(body => body.gender && body.gender === 'M').length>> <<set $HS.pregAttempts = Math.floor(_pregNum / _pregDiv)>> /* Intention - Run a preg check (total number of _pregNum / _pregDiv) times, if pregged, go to the new story arc, otherwise, continue to the normal pathing */ <<set $HS.preg = Array($HS.pregAttempts).fill(0).map((x) => random(1,100) <= $Body.maxFertility).includes(true)>> <<if $HS.preg == false>> I'd played a //lot// of Russian Roulette with sperm and my eggs, but I'd gotten through lucky. Not knocked up. Crossing fingers works! <br><br> Thank god. Didn't want __that__ kind of opportunity to grow and change. Life would have many more opportunities for me where a ''child'' wasn't involved. And boy, <<if $HS.postGrad == "gapyear">> <<set $Body.age ++>><<set $CC.year -->> [[was I right|PG001 - Decisions]]. <<elseif $HS.postGrad == "college">> <<set $Body.age += 4>><<set $CC.year -= 4>> [[was I right|PG001 - Decisions]]. <<else>> [[was I right|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <</if>> <<else>> I'd been playing a //lot// of Russian Roulette with sperm and my eggs. And, unsurprisingly, they did what they were trying to do. My life was interrupted with an 'unexpected' opportunity for me to grow and change. <br><br> <<if $CC.spoiled == true>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<shake 5s>>FUUUUUCK!<</shake>> This couldn't happen to //me//! <br><br> So I cried. And cried. And fucking cried. But it didn't change anything. <br><br> It was like someone was playing a joke on me. Like 'teen pregnancy' could happen to //anyone//. <br><br> I wished 'they' took their jokes elsewhere, to someone that actually deserved [[this|KU001 - With Child]]. <<else>> [[Fuck|KU001 - With Child]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> And at the time, I was certain that life had many more opportunities to grow and change. And boy, <<if $HS.postGrad == "gapyear">> <<set $Body.age ++>><<set $CC.year -->> [[was I right|PG001 - Decisions]]. <<elseif $HS.postGrad == "college">> <<set $Body.age += 4>><<set $CC.year -= 4>> [[was I right|PG001 - Decisions]]. <<else>> [[was I right|ACTI001 - Saying Goodbye]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</sexSkillsSetup>>
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <<set _atCon = _atCon == undefined ? false : _atCon>> <<set _textOuput = _atCon ? "Focusing through the rest of the Con was hard." : "Going to sleep that night was tough.">> <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "cheater">> <br><br> That...was so out of character for me. <<print _textOuput>> All I could think about was <<print $HS.sigOther.name>>. What was I going to tell them? Would this change things between us? <br><br> I had thought that I was a loyal person...I guess I wasn't. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> Afterwards, I thought about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. I craved being back with them. For something loving, for something comforting. Maybe, kinda as an apology. <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <br><br> Afterwards, I felt a catch in my throat. Had I done what <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> had done to me? How had I done that to them? Had that been why I had done it? Revenge? They could //never// find out. <</if>>
/* What is the Home Base? - List of 'missions'/'vignettes'/'events' that have variable gates to access them. - Return here after each path. - Ideally, each release would have a new set of these paths added to the catalog and each release would allow players to move one more 'home base' page further. - I'm sure we would create a unique design here to distinguish homeBase from standard CrossRoads. - Each release will have a certain number of 'days' allowed and each of those arcs will take up an amount of days to accomplish. - Once Days = X, they hit EXIT Times visited Base: <<= $HomeBase.visits>> Days Past: <<= $HomeBase.days>> */ <<stateRemove aroused>> <div id="HomeBase"> <<ovulationCheck>> <<if $HomeBase.visits == 1>> /* TODO: (Fict) Lazy list. Needa move into proper buckets in Init. */ <<set $angeloTalk = false>> <<set $employedZZYZX = false>> <<set $clubJob = "">> <<set $takenPlanB = 0>> <<set $Body.ovulation = random(0,27)>> <<set $mindCorruption = 0>> <<set $mindBreak = 0>> <<timed 1s t8n>> <<dialogHint "Homebase" 'popup'>> Welcome to the main game of Blue Swallow! <br><br> Now that you've defined who <<print $CC.name>> is, her background, traits and skills, we'll be putting those to the test as she moves forward in her mission in Manila. <br><br> From here on out, failure will be looming on the horizon: take too long or go down the wrong paths and you will find <<print $CC.name>> at a ''Bad Ending'', just like a CYOA. <br><br> Also, <<print $CC.name>> might find herself at a Bad End if she's unable to endure the extremes of this mission. Certain events and choices may test her resolve and traits, and if she doesn't meet the requirements, she will find herself being <<shake 3s>>''corrupted''<</shake>>. <br><br> Like other Corruption games, Corruptions will lead to her being looser, easier, riskier, less stable. But, unlike many games of this variety, these corruptions also mean that she's taking steps down the path to breaking and a Bad End. <br><br> Your <<print $CC.name>> can only endure a certain number of Corruptions before breaking, and at the beginning of her adventure, we'll be nice and let you know that it is <<print $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>>. <br><br> That number might increase over the course of the game, which will give her more resolve in the face of the extreme conditions and requests she and EROS will be making of her. <br><br> <br><br> What else is new here? <br><br> ''(Semi)Open World''. You will be presented with multiple options or paths like you'll find here. They are options for what to pursue and where to go next. Certain choices will open new ones or continue storylines, others will be singular and be locked off afterwards, some may close off other routes entirely! <br> The only reason we use the word (Semi) is because we are giving a guiding hand. Unlike other games, we are only offering options and places to go to that have interesting or unique content and outcomes. No need to be in the right place at the right time or guess where to go next. Some may be better or more useful than others, but all choices offered will lead to //something//, __somewhere__. Enjoy and Explore! <br><br> ''Leveling Up''. The stats that <<print $CC.name>> picked up during the Prologue provide her base abilities for the beginning of her mission, but they aren't locked! Utilizing skills -- actively or passively -- will improve <<print $CC.name>>'s abilities. Her Kinks will be essentially set in stone, and her Sex Skills will be very difficult to advance, but her main traits and skills will increase (and occasionally, RARELY, decrease) based on their implementation during her quest. The higher a stat is, the harder it is to increase it -- it requires more use. <br><br> ''States''. Certain choices and conditions may apply states to <<print $CC.name>>. They will temporarily modify her stats, which will make things easier or harder. Examples would be Aroused, Tired, Hungover and others you'll come across. <br><br> ''Fertility''. While in the Prologue, it was possible to encounter some pregnancy due to choices <<print $CC.name>> made, now it is an active mechanic. If she is not on birth control, or can't find access to it, there is a tracker of her fertility cycle. Should she engage in unprotected or otherwise risky sex, she may find herself knocked up. <br> There will be the opportunity to take Plan B, but that's a finite and body-corrupting resource, so be careful! <br> Similarly, even pregnant, <<print $CC.name>> will be able to continue on her quest...for a time. Things like morning sickness and other body changes may make being a secret agent difficult, and eventually, impossible. It //will// result in a Bad End if she cannot complete her mission before the pregnancy gets too far along. <br><br> ''Relationships''. You may have encountered these during the Prologue, but now interactions with characters can have long-lasting repercussions that can open or close off entire routes, provide impediments and barriers to success during her mission, and even potential access to other resources and aid. Be careful who you upset and cozy up to -- it may be for the better or worse! <br><br> ''Time''. Every path taken will involve some amount of time. Time will pass and that will change the opportunities <<print $CC.name>> has on offer. Some paths could open, some may close. Some paths may take time and result in no furthering of the mission (through her own actions or simply because it's a red herring). <br> Time will be the ultimate determination if <<print $CC.name>> moves on in her adventure or fails. Eventually, Elle may be out of reach. Eventually, <<print $ACTI.target>> will accomplish his goal. <br> Be mindful about what <<print $CC.name>> spends her time on and how much! <br><br> ''Dossier''. Accessing the Dossier will give information both about <<print $CC.name>>, but also her missions: what options are there, what might be directions she should try, who are important or interesting people on those routes. <br><br> ''Wardrobe''. Accessing the Wardrobe will allow you to customize what <<print $CC.name>> wears at a given time, decide what her default outfits are in certain conditions. This is mostly aesthetic, but may provide issues or bonuses depending on the situation. <br><br> We hope that gives some insight and guidance to the game and a great launching-off point for her journey in Manila! Best of luck, Agent. <</dialogHint>> <</timed>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 2>> <div id="statmins"> WARNING: You are entering the main game where there are choices that //will// end the game for you and <<print $CC.name>>. She has exited the Prologue with a dangerously low stability. This means there is very little wiggle room before she reaches a 'bad ending'. <br><br> If you'd like to rectify this, click <<link "here">><<replace "#statmins">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value = 3>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lt 2>> SECOND WARNING: <<print $CC.name>> has a low-level of Confidence. While this is not as severely an issue as the Stability, Confidence does provide her ability to muster onward in the face of adversity. Think of it as the denominator against her ability to break. The higher it is, she can keep going. Otherwise...So, definitely look for opportunities to raise her Confidence to improve your chances. <br><br> If you'd like to rectify this, click <<link "here">><<replace "#statmins">> <<set $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value = 3>> Now. <<link "On to the game...">><<replace "#statmins">> <<include "HB - Arrival">> <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> <br><br> Otherwise, if that's okay with you, then... <<link "On to the game...">><<replace "#statmins">> <<include "HB - Arrival">> <</replace>><</link>> <<else>> Now. <<link "On to the game...">><<replace "#statmins">> <<include "HB - Arrival">> <</replace>><</link>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> and we'll give you a helpful, but small boost -- look to improve her Stability if you can to increase your chances. <br><br> Otherwise, if that is okay with you, then you've been warned. <<link "On to the game...">><<replace "#statmins">> <<include "HB - Arrival">> <</replace>><</link>> </div> <<else>> <<include "HB - Arrival">> <</if>> <<elseif $HomeBase.visits gte 10>> The alarm had a painful quality to it today. I didn't want to get out of bed -- as uncomfortable as it was -- and the weight of time and what was on the line pressed down on my chest, keeping me there. I knew I'd be able to force myself to keep moving, but not now. Just five more minutes. <br><br> (Please save here. Then, [[Keep it moving|EXIT]].) <<else>> <<if previous() is "M003 - Reject">> <<outfit sleepwear>> When I turned my alarm off, I flicked through my messages. Nothing new, but I was willing there to be another message from Dali. A vain hope that I might have another opportunity, even if I wasn't sure I wanted it. <br><br> I hated that I had closed a door. Even if that door felt threatening and potentially fruitless. <br><br> No message. I'd have to move on. <<elseif previous() is "M003 - Strip">> <<outfit sleepwear>> I woke with a sickening feeling in my stomach. It was the regurgitation of yesterday's nakedness. So many people looking at me. Feeling so powerless. <br><br> I hoped it had been worth it. <br><br> Getting out of bed quickly, I got a start on the day so that I could put //on// clothes and move forward. <<elseif Array("M002 - Night1Investigate", "M002 - Night1Drink", "M002 - Night1Dance").includes(previous())>> <<outfit sleepwear>> <<state tired hungover>> My brain felt fuzzy. "Thanks, party animal." I thought to myself as I groaned and forced myself out of bed. It had been a late night, and even as young as I was, I couldn't keep that up forever. <br><br> But maybe the pain and exhaustion would lead to steps forward in the mission. <br><br> I rubbed my eyes while considering what to do today. <<elseif previous() is "M002 - Night1Sex">> <<state tired>> Gotta love a walk of shame. Bitch at the front desk -- usually didn't even give me a glance -- eyed me over when I rolled in with all the tell-tale signs. It reinforced the feeling like a cheap slut. It's what she was thinking. Just another one to walk through these doors tonight after her pussy got used and the guy sent her packing. <br><br> It curdled my blood, realizing the full portent of what I had done. I was building up a 'legend' of a slut to get close to some guys, get into the club, maybe find some intel. Maybe. In the meantime, I was getting fucked, definitely getting fucked. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> I took a shower, grabbed a quick nap of a sleep, and then tried to push away my self-judgment and resolve what I'd be doing today. <br><br> Yesterday and the fuck felt (literally) like mere minutes ago, but today was here. Today needed living. <<elseif Array("M002 - D1BarEnd", "M002 - D1Platforms").includes(previous())>> <<outfit sleepwear>> <<state tired>> Ugh. Late nights like that were going to kill me. My calves ached. My feet hurt. Muscles in my lower back taught me of their very existence. <br><br> My ears rang. My body felt unclean. <br><br> Well, I could do something about the last bit. The hot water would feel nice too. <br><br> I got up, despite the complaints of my lower half and headed to the shower, where I'd do my best thinking and planning for the day. <<elseif Array("M001 - Success", "M001 - Fail").includes(previous())>> <<outfit sleepwear>> Alice's last words stuck with me as I returned to RedDoorz. I don't know why I was there, but it felt like normal, like home base, like where I should be when I made my decisions on what to do next. <br><br> "Time is of the essence." Fuck. <br><br> Okay. So, let's make use of that time. <<elseif previous() is "M000 - Mall_Shopping">> <<outfit sleepwear>> My eyes opened before the alarm went off. That was rare. Even with the jetlag, I felt especially rested. I stretched and groaned, tweaking my neck and expecting the usual cracks that accompanied the night on the flat pillow and hard mattress. But none came. Maybe I should turn in early more often. No need to rush into things headlong. <<elseif previous() is "M002 - D1WhoreSex">> <<outfit sleepwear>> I wanted more sleep. Putting my body on the line like that had strained me in ways I hadn't expected. How did women do this for a living? And only for money? It was hard enough for me to rectify my conscience because there was more on the line for me... <br><br> My eyes were tired and didn't want to open. The spies I had grown up with had it far easier...it was just their target, only one person they might have to fuck despite how they might feel about them. And it had seemed hard for them then. I was doing something else entirely. <br><br> Would it break me? <<elseif previous() is "M003 - BonaDateEnd">> <<outfit sleepwear>> Bona and Casimir were bad dudes. Decidedly in the underworld. Maybe they'd be an inroad to my mission. Maybe they needed to be dealt with on their own. <br><br> Unfortunately, my way forward with them was by using my body. Was this always the case for female operatives? Or was I just unlucky...or simply not good enough to avoid situations like this? <br><br> Was the cost worth the potential upside? If we cleaned up the world a little bit, would my sacrifice feel more than worth it? <<elseif $clubJob == "dancer" && previous() is "M002 - D2Bar2">> <<outfit sleepwear>> <<state healthy>> <<face happy>> Moving on up! No more lugging alcohol, chapped hands...probably no more being groped. The dancers were elevated, literally and figuratively. They were the elite at the Club. <br><br> Forward momentum was like a jolt to the system. It was still early, but it felt like I was on the right path. <br><br> Practically jumped out of bed, ready and raring to go. <<elseif previous() is "M002 - D2Whore3">> <<outfit sleepwear>> <<if $Memories.includesAll("Knows Cornado", "Knows Jacob")>> Finally, my body had gotten us somewhere. I was able to quash the feelings of being used. Of having no self-worth. It was an 'exchange' that had offered an opportunity. <br><br> We could leverage that. If I couldn't come up with any ideas, EROS would know what to do. <br><br> I'd bagged something that had value! <<else>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <<face sad>> Was my body going to get us anywhere or was I simply going to be fucked again and again by the men of the underworld for absolutely nothing? <br><br> Was I going to waste away, disappear like my Mom? Had this been how she disappeared? Was I following in her footsteps? <br><br> The idea sickened me. <br><br> I didn't have her background and training...How would I ever get out of this cycle? How would I know how to actually //use// myself rather than be used? <</if>> <<elseif previous() is "M002 - D2Whore5">> <<outfit sleepwear>> <<if $Memories.includes("New Girl Stays")>> The new girl was on my mind from the moment I woke up. Was trading her for the mission worth it? Two women...at least...all for the sake of taking down <<print $ACTI.target>>? <br><br> Would I be able to look her in the face? <br><br> Would she ever know that I could have protected her? <br><br> Would she have been able to be saved? <br><br> I got out of bed, trying to resolve myself that she was doomed, more so than I was. It had been the only choice. <<else>> The new girl was on my mind from the moment I woke up. I had done a little good. No matter the outcome of the mission, I could have this feather in my cap. <br><br> I couldn't get out, but she could. And that was worth something. <br><br> Hopefully, I hadn't compromised the mission. <</if>> <<elseif previous() is "M002 - Night2End" && $Memories.includes("Knows Nestor")>> <<outfit sleepwear>> Nestor was fucking crazy. I wondered how he compared to Datu. Who was the more dangerous? <br><br> But Nestor was lower-tier. More available, less under the watchful eye. <br><br> Maybe he'd provide a way in to Datu, or maybe just circumvent the big man entirely. <br><br> Would I have to risk the knife again to do it though. <<elseif previous() is "SQ002 - Manila_Dating">> <<outfit sleepwear>> <<state healthy>> <<face happy>> I woke with butterflies. <br><br> It was an uncanny sensation. Unlike anything I'd experienced since showing up here. Last night had been so wholesome. So normal. <br><br> Blue was like a beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to consume me. <br><br> The welling of emotion caught in the back of my throat. //Fuck//. If I kept going with Blue would the darkness just consume them too? <br><br> Would they keep me afloat or would I be risking them? <br><br> Would I have to sacrifice them at some point for me, for the mission, for my mother? <<else>> <<outfit sleepwear>> <<if $HomeBase.days lt 14>> <<set _rand = random(1,7)>> <<if _rand == 1>> I woke with a start, eyes wide and I started to freak out. Where was I? My feet scrabbled against the bedding -- it felt like it was a brillo pad. My heart was pounding as I swung my legs free of the prison bed. I leapt out and had the distinct impression that I was in danger and I needed to leave. Now. <br><br> Yanking on the handle, I was about to run pellmell for my life -- and then I stopped, leaning my head against the weak wood of the door. My chest heaved, breathing slowing as I just let the panic attack pass. <br><br> "Fuck. Gotta talk to a shrink about that. I wonder what agent benefits are like." <br><br> I re-centered myself and sighed, wiping away the tears from my eyes. "Gotta get used to this, <<print $CC.name>>" <<elseif _rand == 2>> The tinkle from my phone felt like fingernails down a chalkboard, "Noooo..." I pouted, arm swinging out to destroy my waker. I knew $CC.DName was about to walk in the door as my second alarm, but if I willed my eyes to stay shut and enjoy the warmth and comfort of my bed, maybe the day could just pass me by. <br><br> A day in bed sounded so wonderful right now...sleep began to creep back in like a blanket. Wait. Where was my blanket. <br><br> As much as I wanted my eyes to stay shut, they opened. Dad was certainly //not// going to be waking me up as second alarm. The blank ceiling and blank walls were brutal reminders that //if// I did want to sleep the day away...I could. <br><br> Ultimate freedom as I was asked to take ultimate risks for ultimate rewards. Fuck. <<elseif _rand == 3>> "Mom?" I was speaking the word and jerking upright in bed. She wasn't there. No one was, just the crappy room at RedDoorz. <br><br> Confused, I focused on what I had just been dreaming, ignoring the incessant ringing of my alarm. But nothing came to me. <br><br> Tension gripped my throat as all of my thoughts floated around //her// -- where was she, what had happened, what would she think right now?...and... <br><br> Could she come save __me__? <br><br> My vision shimmered and I forced myself from the bed, coughing away emotion as I tried to steel myself for the day and dismissing the child-like emotions. I didn't need saving. She did. <br><br> And that's what I needed to do. <<elseif _rand == 4>> The alarm went off. I grunted. I swung my arm across my body and was rewarded with shooting pain down to my shoulder as my wrist cracked into the wall. <br><br> "Fuuuuckk!" Gritting my teeth against the pain, I sat up, cradling and massaging the point of contact, turning to look the //other// way at my phone dancing against the floor: a happy little melody to wake me up. <br><br> I was too used to my usual setup. RedDoorz had thrown my routines for a loop like this whole adventure had changed my life. <br><br> Assessing that my hand wasn't broken and hoping that the pain would teach my unconscious brain a new pattern and pathway, I dropped a foot out of bed to shush the alarm. <br><br> Then, out of bed, I decided what to do with my day. <<elseif _rand == 5>> <<state tired>> The night was fitful, the sheets pulled free from the corners of the bed and left my feet to be assaulted by the cold room. My toes tugged down at the fringes, seeking warmth and protection. <br><br> My pillow wouldn't stay cool enough or supportive enough for me to find rest. I flipped it. I folded it. I crammed it against the wall. <br><br> My brain wouldn't turn off. I was planning for every possible eventuality, replaying yesterday's events as if I could have a mulligan and that if I did ''that'' differently, it would turn out better. <br><br> And then the sun was up and I could only ignore its invasion until my phone went off. Fuck. The day would not wait for me to rest. <<elseif _rand == 6>> <<state tired aroused>> I get it. It's a hostel. It's shitty and cheap. But did that mean I had to listen to //another// fuckfest? <br><br> I had figured that built from cinderblocks, this place would at least give the semblance of soundproof. But that wasn't the case. At this point, I could practically pinpoint where down the hall these people were sticking it to each other. <br><br> Unbidden, I began analyzing whether I thought it was two men, two women, a mix...It seemed like just two. <br><br> What position. Where did they meet. Was this the beginning of a beautiful friendship? <br><br> Was anyone about to cum? <br><br> My pussy was wet and I ''hated'' it. I resolved to __not__ finger myself to their escapade. It was worse than porn because they were invading my life, I wasn't the one listening in on purpose -- I hadn't decided I wanted to use them to get me off. <br><br> I groaned and pressed my thighs together. My fingers grasped at the edges of the mattress. I pressed my ear against my pillow. <br><br> And then the noises stopped. I didn't care if it was completion, a water break, or an angry and abortive end. I clenched my eyes, focused on my breathing, ignored my own arousal and willed myself to sleep. <br><br> Thankfully, I got there, waking later to just my alarm. And my fucking soaked snatch. Assholes. <<else>> <<state tired>> Murder was on my mind. I was contemplating the ways to stop the block party that was happening outside my window. I didn't dare look at the time on my phone and see how few hours remained that I could sleep. <br><br> Someone down there, in that narrow alleyway of a street, had decided that it was the right time and place to turn on their stereo at full blast. I could hear raucous laughter and voices that tried to lift over the decibels pumping from the speakers. <br><br> At least with other parties, they weren't mobile. They didn't just //appear//. You knew what neighbors were shit, what days you might get woken up, when to put in those earplugs. <br><br> Fuck. I needed earplugs. "Nghhhh!" I whined out to no one in particular, arching my back and smacking my hands against the mattress. I wasn't worried about my RedDoorz compatriots hearing me and being woken up. They either already were or needed to be. Misery needed company. <br><br> I considered all the ways to shut them up that didn't involve violence but kept thinking about how they might result in violence against //me//. So I waited. Patiently. Pained. <br><br> No officers of the peace showed up to shut them down. They just shut things off eventually, as sudden as it started. <br><br> Angry, but exhausted, I grabbed as much sleep as I could. And then my phone's music woke me up. <br><br> Yay. Another day. <</if>> <<elseif $HomeBase.days lt 30>> <<set _rand = random(1,7)>> /* PLACEHOLDER - Future Content. Claire is getting comfortable. <<if _rand == 1>> <<elseif _rand == 2>> <<elseif _rand == 3>> <<elseif _rand == 4>> <<elseif _rand == 5>> <<elseif _rand == 6>> <<else>> <</if>> */ <<else>> /* PLACEHOLDER - Future Content. Claire is beginning to worry. <<set _rand = random(1,7)>> <<if _rand == 1>> <<elseif _rand == 2>> <<elseif _rand == 3>> <<elseif _rand == 4>> <<elseif _rand == 5>> <<elseif _rand == 6>> <<else>> <</if>> */ <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> <<if $mindCorruption gt 0 and $mindCorruption gt $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value>> <<set $mindCorruption = 0>> <<set $mindBreak ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].base -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].base -->> <<set $Stats.Traits['Risky'].base ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].base ++>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Easy'].base ++>> <<set $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].base -->> <br><br> What had begun as a nagging at the back of my brain ever since I woke up was now manifesting as a pain in the front of my head. <br><br> Trying to open my little notebook, fuck, even //reaching// for it brought forth a whimper, unbidden from my throat. <br><br> My breath felt caught in the top of my esophagus, my diaphragm unwilling and unable to offer me any relief. <br><br> Attempting to consider the frightening portent of the options in front of me, given everything I'd subjected myself to date -- and knowing that more of that pain and suffering was hiding behind any of those choices -- was threatening an overwhelming explosion into sobs and inaction. <br><br> I was <<shake 10s>>''cracking''<</shake>>. <br><br> My fingernails bit into my palms as I tried to regain some balance and force myself to take another step forward. Was I going to be able to make it? <br><br> <</if>> <<if $mindBreak gt 0 && $mindBreak gt $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Inventory.includes("MindSave")>> Fuck. What was I doing? What had I //done//?! Where was the <<print $CC.name>> that I had used to be. A flood of my past was crashing into my psyche, flashing back and forth with much more recent, painful memories. My mind couldn't reconcile the two. It was all too much for me. I couldn't go [[on|END]]. <<elseif $mindBreak gt 0 && $mindBreak gt $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value && $Inventory.includes("MindSave")>> My chest was heaving, it felt like my heart was going to bust out of my chest. Fuck! What was I doing? What had I //done//?! My mind felt like it was about to splinter. I could only think of one thing right now: that medication Angelo had given me. <br><br> I pressed down on the explosion in my brain, pressing against the bulging door as long as I could. I grabbed the bottle and popped the ''one'' capsule that was inside. I [[swallowed|HB - MindSave]]. <<else>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[HB - Abort]] $ACTI.oops == true>> <<hover>> Didn't want to get knocked up. And in this line of work...that risk had reared its head.<br> Might have been a little fast and loose with the risk recently. Should probably pop a Plan B. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Don't Get Knocked Up'' <<tip>> While EROS agents used sex for their advantage, I doubted there were many instances where getting pregnant would actually be a boon rather than the end of an agent's career. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name has no reason to worry about pregnancy right now. <<path [[M000 - Mall]]>> <<hover>> Take a break. Do some retail therapy.<br> Be 'myself' and head downtown for some shopping, as I'd originally planned. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Build my Legend'' <<tip>> If I was here as //me// and I had planned on shopping anyway, might as well do it. A delay of a day in getting started wouldn't be the end of the world. <</hover>> <<hidden visited("M000 - Mall")>> <<path [[M001 - CaseOfficer]]>> <<hover>> If he was my Case Officer, he was my best guide. Being underwater and all, I needed one.<br> Find 'Angelo', my Case Officer for some help and direction. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Understand WTF I'm Doing'' <<tip>> Not anything high-stakes, but getting to know my CO, maybe uncovering intel, and getting some guidance on what to do? <</hover>> <<hidden $angeloTalk is true>> <<path [[M002 - Club ZZYZX]]>> <<hover>> Go party...and investigate...the club.<br> See if I could start my infiltration as a club-goer. <br><br> ''Primary Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <<tip>> Get a lay of the land of the club with fresh eyes. See what I can learn. Maybe the best way in was to not get directly involved. <</hover>> <<hidden visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX") || $People['AI'].Nino.rel lt -1>> <<path [[M002 - ClubJob]]>> <<hover>> A job might be the best way to get into the club after all.<br> See if I could start my infiltration with a job at the club. <br><br> ''Primary Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <<tip>> What better way to get intel on my mission than to actually get involved, directly, at the Club? <</hover>> <<hidden visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> <<path [[M002 - ClubJobDay1]]>> <<hover>> Got the job. Now got to get to work.<br> Time for my first shift at ZZYZX. <br><br> ''Primary Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <</hover>> <<hidden $employedZZYZX is false || $M2.visitedClubJobDay1>> <<path [[M003 - Dalisay]] $Memories.includes("Knows Dali")>> <<hover>> She's made contact. Maybe I should see where this leads.<br> Google-check had said the neighborhood wasn't too far. Tondo. Not the best place, but it's where I would go to find Dalisay and check out her 'job' offer. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Dalisay'' <<tip>> While it was off the beaten path, it still was clearly underground and might have its own benefits. The delay might be worth it. <</hover>> <<blocked>> $CC.name hasn't met Dalisay. <<hidden $Memories.includes("Knows Bona")>> <<path [[M003 - BonaDate]] $HomeBase.days == ($dayMetBona + (9 - $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value))>> <<hover>> It was time for the date with Bona.<br> A text from Dali. Bona wanted a date. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Time to see whether or not the Bona angle would pan out.'' <<tip>> Likely he won't wait if <<print $CC.name>> doesn't prioritize this //today//. <</hover>> <<path [[HB - TimeSkip]]>> <<hover>> Don't push myself too hard. Take a break today.<br> I didn't //have// to be a secret agent today. I could just relax, distract myself and do some self-care instead. <br> Take a day for me. <<tip>> (Time Skip) While not EROS-encouraged, there may be benefits to avoiding too much physical, emotional, or mental strain. Or simply a need to wait for Mission timings to line up. <</hover>> <<path [[M001 - HQ]] $angeloTalk is true>> <<hover>> See what help my Case Officer might offer. Being a spy and all.<br> I wasn't a spy, it might be useful to touch base with those that //were// spies and get a bit of help. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Understand WTF I'm Doing'' <<tip>> It was all weighing the pros and cons: gaining guidance and assistance while not spending too much precious time. <</hover>> <<path [[M002 - ClubNight2]]>> <<hover>> If I was going to be a regular at the Club, I had to keep going.<br> ''Primary Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <</hover>> <<hidden !visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX") || ( visited("M002 - Night2End") || visited("M002 - Night2Sex") )>> <<path [[M002 - D2Work]]>> <<hover>> Back to the salt mines. Hopefully just one more shift would help me accomplish my mission.<br> Continue working at the Club. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Investigate and Infiltrate the Club'' <<tip>> Push too hard and too fast and I could burn out...or worse. Go to slow and the mission might fail. Rock and a hard place. <</hover>> <<hidden !$M2.visitedClubJobDay1 || ($clubJob == "bar" && visited("M002 - D2Work") gt 5) || ($clubJob !== "bar" && visited("M002 - D2Work") gt 6)>> <<path [[SQ002 - Manila_Dating]]>> <<hover>> Being here is lonely. I miss //real// relationships. Maybe I should find someone to date.<br> Go out and try and date. <br><br> ''Non-Mission: Date'' <<tip>> Might be a waste of time. Incredibly unlikely to help in the mission. But might provide stability for me. <</hover>> <<hidden visited("SQ002 - Manila_Dating") gt 1>> <<path [[SQ001 - Manila_Friends]]>> <<hover>> Being here is lonely. I miss my friends. Maybe I should make some new ones.<br> Go out and try and find some 'normal' life. <br><br> ''Non-Mission: Make friends'' <<tip>> Might be a waste of time. Very, //very// unlikely to help in the mission. But might help ''me''. <</hover>> <<hidden visited("SQ001 - Manila_Friends")>> <<path [[M002 - BE_Setup]]>> <<hover>> Back to work again. <br><br> ''Main Mission: Investigate and Infiltrate the Club'' <<tip>> Maybe one of these days, something important would happen. <</hover>> <<hidden $D2WorkEventsCompleted || visited("M002 - BE_Setup")>> <</crossroads>> <</if>> /* INACTIVE PATHS. MOVE BACK INTO CROSSROADS AFTER UNCOMMENTING. ----------------------------------------------- /* TODO (Cassie) : Future Near-term Paths - Connect with Mikel (if knows him); */ <</if>> </div> <<set $HomeBase.visits ++>> <<set $HomeBase.days ++>>
<<set $Inventory.delete("MindSave")>> <<state restore>> <<set $mindBreak = 0>> <<set $mindCorruption = 0>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gte 2>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value = $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value>> <<else>> <<set $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value = 2>> <</if>> <<face crying runny>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Something Fractal or Psychedelic. Maybe with a Cheshire smile somewhere involved. */ <div id="mind"> It was tasteless, which was a gift, but also didn't give me anything to focus on. Those thoughts, the imminent shattering of my mental state -- my breakdown -- was fast approaching. The parts of my mind that weren't racing began to //run//: Was it a placebo? Was this just carrot to keep me going? Did they know I would eventually just break like this? <br><br> I was facedown on my spare mattress, fingers clutching the sheets, tears soaking into the flat pillow. I was gripping at this shitty bed in this shitty hostel for dear life. As if my physical grip would keep my mental state together. <br><br> I was too focused on everything else, I didn't notice when <<print $bodies.random().name>> started fucking me. <br><br> Fucking me? Of course, //now// of all times, I'd be getting fucked. Fucking had got me to this place and I'd be going out in that fashion. <br><br> How did they get in? <br><br> Wasn't I wearing clothes? <br><br> But it gave me something to distract myself. My mouth -- open from sobs -- closed on the pillow, biting in as a wave of ecstasy pounded up my spine. My thighs spread, giving them better access to me. That felt good. That's what I //should// do. <br><br> Spread myself. <br><br> Give myself. <br><br> Be //taken//. <br><br> Be ''used''. <br><br> My toes scrabbled at the bedsheets, trying to find purchase as the pleasure mounted. This was an earth-shattering orgasm. But felt so, so different. My body wasn't spasming the way I had expected. I felt dissociated, disconnected from the bodily experience I had partaken time and time again. But I was cumming. Everything else about it felt the same. <br><br> I <<link "turned back">><<replace "#mind">> <<face ahego runny>> It was no one. It was all of them. For a moment, I saw the eyes of <<print $bodies.random().name>>, the body of <<print $bodies.random().name>>, the sensation of coupling with <<print $bodies.random().name>>. It wasn't Red Doorz, it was a hotel room, it was my bed back at home, it was the backseat of a car. <br><br> It was sex but also wasn't at all. It was every sexual experience rolled into one simultaneously, but was so different from any of them that it was something entirely new. <br><br> I was panting, I was cooing...I <<link "was">><<replace "#mind">> <<outfit naked>> <<face happy runny>> On the floor of my room. <br><br> I was...naked. <br><br> My inner thighs were wet. But my fingers weren't. I didn't feel the familiar feeling of 'emptiness' that was so common after sex. <br><br> Quickly, reality came crashing back: the cold floor. The dirty fucking floor. The hole in the wall in the 'closet'. That one of my feet was hanging from the edge of the bed, wrapped in the end of my sheets. <br><br> I got up, yanking my foot free. Instantly, I was brushing at my ass and back as if that would remove whatever I'd been lying in...for how long. My own wetness would have made it sticky. That was gross. <br><br> Looking around, I tried to get my bearings. The door was shut. I checked the lock. Yes, locked. <br><br> My clothes... <br><br> Were neatly piled on the counter. When had I done that? //How// had I done that? How long had it been going on? I didn't dare look at the clock lest I see some random sigils rather than numbers. And if it //had// been a time, any time of day would have probably freaked me out too -- nothing felt safe right now. <br><br> I shook my head. The bed looked like it had just experienced what I thought had happened. <br><br> I dropped, hard, sitting on the edge of the mattress, chin in my palms. That was so intense. So confusing. <br><br> But...I didn't feel like I was about to lose my shit. <br><br> Had...the pill worked? <br><br> Carefully. Oh, so cautiously, I ventured back to yesterday. I let my mind reapproach what had happened, the thing that had been the straw to break my mental back. <br><br> It came back immediately and //vividly//. Not the panic. The ''erotic''-ness of yesterday. <br><br> My hand was already between my legs. My back was arched as I recounted every moment of yesterday. The things that had been so unconscionable were fucking //hot//. I thrust my fingers inside me, wishing I could really be back there to yesterday. <br><br> And now I was really, actually <<shake 5s>>cumming<</shake>>. <br><br> I dropped onto my back, panting, staring up at the shitty ceiling as my fingers slowly teased me through the ebb of my orgasm. <br><br> "Fuck that was good." I said to no one. <br><br> And then I laughed. The pill had worked. I hadn't forgotten anything, nothing was //repaired//. All those memories that had beaten me down had become vibrant...but also ''true'' to who I was. I was okay with them. And me doing them. <br><br> I tried the previous moment, the one before...yeah, fuckkk me. I was immediately aroused again, despite having just gotten off. Dirty had become massively arousing. <br><br> I pulled myself fully up onto my bed and began fingering myself to each of those memories one after the other, reinforcing how pleasurable and exciting each of them was to me. Pairing each of them with a hearty orgasm. <br><br> I put myself to sleep that way. I was so pleased to have a good day rather than what had seemed to be a rising, crisis of epic proportions. <br><br> What damage had that drug done? I had no fucking clue, but for the moment, I could ignore it. <br><br> For the moment, I was [[okay|HomeBase]]. <</replace>><</link>>... <</replace>><</link>> to look at the deliverer of this needed release, to thank them. </div>
<<outfit default>> <<improveState>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<image framed "passage/a1.park.png">> It felt like my mouth couldn't fight the smile all day. I got up when I wanted, I took some extra time in the shower to preen and clean; the shower sucked, but hot water still had its own rejuvenating effects. <br><br> I took a stroll around my 'neighborhood', popped in for some local lunch, and headed out to the park to get some green-space. <br><br> As I lazed on the grass, enjoying the warm and humid breeze off the nearby water -- one foot bobbing in the air as I bounced a crossed leg -- I hoped that I'd be able to find a bit more relaxation and joy in this new, strange life. That I wouldn't always be cloistered in that shithole hostel in the shithole neighborhood. <br><br> While I knew that the movies were just that...there had to be some foundation. Because there //were// literal secret agents out and about. There had to be a grain of truth to the smart tuxedos, games of Baccarat, sexy parties and haute couture. I hoped there would be some space for ''that'' in my future as little miss agent. <br><br> I sighed, wishing there was more fun and less work, more __balance__ between the risk and reward before grabbing my towel, getting off my lazy ass to head back to RedDoorz. <br><br> Instead of luxury, I contented myself with scrolling on social media, consuming some Netflix and finally, heading off for early [[sleep|HomeBase]].
<<state tired>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set $takenPlanB ++>> <<if ($HomeBase.days - $Body.dayImpregnated) lte 2>> <<abortion>> <</if>> /* IMAGE (Needed): An open Plan B box */ I'd been pretty fucking lucky in life so far -- and maybe that meant, physiologically, there actually wasn't any risk to avoiding birth control. But. //But// the other night wasn't the smartest way to test that theory. <br><br> I received more than a few unwanted 'judgey' looks in the pharmacy as I grabbed a Plan B and considered how lucky I was to be in a place where I //could// get it. I hoped my future agent-life didn't bring me further out from civilization. <br><br> Then it was back to RedDoorz before the cramps started. And they started with a <<shake 2s>>vengeance<</shake>>. <br><br> I laid in bed and kept YouTube on things I didn't really have to pay attention to as I chugged water, ate things that were light and relatively easy to digest, and just avoided moving. <br><br> This was __absolutely__ not the right way to be going about birth control. Better this than pregnant, though. <br><br> I knew I'd feel better after a good [[sleep|HomeBase]].
<<outfit underwear>> I woke with a shock. It could have been the dismal surroundings of my new 'home base' or it could be my brain trying to rectify the idea that now I was working for the government. As an operative. I laid on the thin mattress, fingers worrying at the edge of the sheets as I stared at the ceiling. <br><br> It all felt too fast. <<if $Body.age lte 0>>I had //just// started to come to terms with the new understanding of what my mom did,<<elseif $Body.age == 1>>Even with a year since learning about mom's involvement in espionage,<<else>>Even with the //years// since learning about mom's involvement in espionage,<</if>> and now I was in her shoes? How had this happened? The whirlwind of the conversation with Nate and the decision I had come to (did I feel that I had been ''forced'' into it? I needed to take some time and ponder that question seriously)...it was overwhelming. And feeling the bedsprings digging into my back through the 'mattress' while realizing this was going to be my reality, I felt the tears bubbling up. <br><br> Tossing the sheets off me, I dropped my feet to the ground, quashing whatever emotion was coming up. I couldn't break down. Not now, not every morning. <br><br> I sighed in relief as the hot water rushed over me, distracting my thoughts with a wondrous sensation of being clean. <br><br> Wait. <br><br> I didn't remember walking to the showers. Did I black that out? I peeked my head out of the flimsy curtain and looked around. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando" && $Body.braless == true>>Shit. No discarded clothes. I had walked down the hall fully naked.<<elseif $Body.undies == "Commando">>Shit. Just a discarded sleeping tank. I had walked down the hall pussy and ass out. Essentially naked.<<else>>Phew. Discarded clothing on the mildewy tiles at least let me know I had been relatively decent walking down the hallway.<</if>> <br><br> Man was I addled. But I had to forgive myself. I would probably have to forgive myself a lot from this point forward. Mental state, preparedness...these were all the things that agents -- my //mom// -- were trained to be ready for. To understand before they were in the field. I was certainly in over my head and remembering the look on Nate's face yesterday, I think he thought the same thing. Weird for a spy to not be able to hide that from me. Was I ''that'' out of my league? Were they __that__ desperate? <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 2>>Fuck that. I'd prove my worthiness. I had been a winner all my life, why would now be any different?<<else>>Ready or not, I //needed// to surprise them and myself. Ignoring the sake of the fucking __world__, for my mom. For my own goddamn survival.<</if>> <br><br> I shut off the water, and headed back down the hallway, drip-drying. I hadn't brought my towel. I ignored the people -- most just waking up themselves -- shocked at my naked body. The goosebumps lifting on my skin reminded me of every inch that was on display. The sensation of air on my rock-hard nipples made it literally feel exciting. I steeled myself. Moist feet slapping down the linoleum. Tits and ass jiggling. Everything on display. <br><br> I was a spy now. A motherfucking badass. I could do __anything__. <br><br> License to kill. /* IMAGE (Needed): James Bond Poster */ <br><br> <br><br> <br><br> Drying myself off back in my palatial RedDoorz suite I reconsidered: did I actually have a license to kill? Were those spare moments with Nate going to be enough to just jump right in and spy? <br><br> Pulling on my '<<link "uniform">><<outfit default>><</link>>', I became the plains-clothes, undercover operative for the first time. <br><br> Shit. What now? I laughed at myself and debated my options: <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - CaseOfficer]]>> I felt underwater. If he was my Case Officer, he was the best guide I could have. <<hover>> Find 'Angelo', my Case Officer for some help and direction. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Understand WTF I'm Doing'' <<tip>> Not anything high-stakes, but getting to know my CO, maybe uncovering intel, and getting some guidance on what to do? <</hover>> <<path [[M000 - Mall]]>> Take a break. Get some retail therapy in. <<hover>> Be 'myself' and head downtown for some shopping, as I'd originally planned. <br><br> ''Side Mission: Build my Legend'' <<tip>> If I was here as //me// and I had planned on shopping anyway, might as well do it. A delay of a day in getting started wouldn't be the end of the world. <</hover>> <<path [[M002 - Club ZZYZX]]>> Go party...and infiltrate...the club. <<hover>> See if I could start my infiltration as a club-goer. <br><br> ''Primary Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <<tip>> Get a lay of the land of the club with fresh eyes. See what I can learn. Maybe the best way in was to not get directly involved. <</hover>> <<path [[M002 - ClubJob]]>> Maybe a job was the best way to get into the club after all. <<hover>> See if I could start my infiltration with a job at the club. <br><br> ''Primary Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX'' <<tip>> What better way to get intel on my mission than to actually get involved -- directly -- at the Club? <</hover>> <<hidden visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> <</crossroads>>
<<set _colours = {}>> <<set _colours['blonde'] = 'blonde'>> <<set _colours['brunette'] = 'brown'>> <<set _colours['redhead'] = 'red'>> <<set _colours['raven-haired'] = 'black'>> <<set _colours['pink'] = 'pink'>> <<set _colours['blue'] = 'blue'>> <<set _colours['green'] = 'green'>> <<set _styles = {}>> <<set _styles['wavy'] = 'wavy'>> <<set _styles['curly'] = 'curly'>> <<set _styles['straight'] = 'straight'>> <<set _styles['bald'] = ''>> <<set _initialColor = $Body.hair>> <<set _initialStyle = $Body.style>> <<if passage() is "Hair Salon">> /* Show only if standalone visit */ Welcome to the hair salon! <br><br> <</if>> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand"> <div> <<Doll portrait salon>> </div> <div> <p>Hair colors</p> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand"> <<for _key, _value range _colours>> <<capture _value>> <<button _key>> <<set $Body.hair = _value>> <<run Doll.refresh('salon', 'portrait')>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <p>Hair styles</p> <div class="items-grid items-grid-expand"> <<for _key, _value range _styles>> <<capture _value>> <<button _key>> <<set $Body.style = _value>> <<run Doll.refresh('salon', 'portrait')>> <</button>> <</capture>> <</for>> </div> <br><br> <div class="items-grid-expand"> <<button "Apply style">> <<set _initialColor = $Body.hair>> <<set _initialStyle = $Body.style>> <<run Doll.refresh('sidebar', 'body')>> <</button>> </div> </div> </div> <<if passage() is "Hair Salon">> /* Show only if standalone visit */ <br><br> <<link "Back">> <<if State.history.length gt 2>> <<set _target = State.history[State.history.length - 2].title>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<run State.history.pop()>> <<set $Body.hair = _initialColor>> <<set $Body.style = _initialStyle>> <<run Engine.play(_target)>> <</if>> <</link>> <</if>>
<<set _buypower = $CC.wealth>> <<if $Memories.includes("Wet T-Shirt Winnings")>> <<run $Memories.delete("Wet T-Shirt Winnings")>> <<set _buypower ++>> <</if>> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<set _buypower ++>> <</if>> <<if visited("M000 - Mall")>> What better cover story for an American tourist than doing what I //would// have been doing if it hadn't been for the whole cloak-and-dagger transition in my life? I would need to build out my wardrobe anyway if I was going to be here for an extended time. If only 'my' agency had seen fit to not hold ''so'' true to my legend and actually afford me some spending cash. Instead, I had what was on hand. <br><br> It was barely a walk to the Robinsons Place Mall. I felt pretty proud of myself. Here I was, on a lark just heading across the world and with no research, I had still been able to situate myself at a hostel that was perfectly situated nearby the agency base of operations, an infiltration point, ''and'' cover activities. <br><br> Stepping through the glass doors, I wondered if I had some innate skill at all this. If maybe I //was// suited for being an operative. If it was in my blood. <br><br> I couldn't help but smile as the cool air conditioning hit me. I felt confident and excited to ensconce myself in some true-blue American consumerism. <br><br> It was easy to do. Robinsons Place felt like it had been picked up and dropped straight from a middle-America floorplan. Everything felt familiar and comforting. I knew all the chains like the back of my hand. <br><br> Why couldn't I get a mission that was based here? <br><br> <<skillChecked "University job">> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "job">> <<set _buypower ++>> And thanks to my little side gig in college, I had some extra spending cash on hand. Eventually, it would run out, but for the time being, it was a nice slush fund! <</if>> <<else>> Hitting up the Mall again. It was my form of stress relief. <</if>> <div id="mallStore"> <<include "M000 - Mall_Shopping">> </div>
<<if _buypower gt 0>> <<shoppingMall>> /* Fict (TODO) */ /* <br><br> and when I wasn't interested in new clothes, there were other things I could get at either the Tattoo parlor <tattooParlor>> and Piercing Kiosk. <br><br> */ <<else>> <<if visited("M000 - Mall")>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Dali")>> It's amazing how exhausting shopping can be. Bags hanging from my arm, I felt a yawn approaching and stifled it in case I was under surveillance -- didn't want them thinking I could barely handle an activity like this. <br><br> <<speech "Dali">>"American?"<</speech>> I started a bit, looking to the short Filipino that had come out of nowhere. Jeez, I really wasn't impressing any prying agency eyes at the moment. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Uh. Yes?"<</speechPC>> After the initial wave of panic had passed, I considered her: non-threatening, curious but I had been a chance encounter, not something I needed to worry about. She looked to be about my age, though the amount of make-up she wore made her look older. Her clothes accentuated her tiny chest and a rear that compensated for any upper 'lack'. Most of both was hanging out. <br><br> <<speech "Dali">>"Sorry. Yoo...on baycaytion?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Kind...of?"<</speechPC>> I smiled, wondering where this was all coming from. <<skillChecked "Hometown">> <<if $CC.hometown == "NY">>I had to excuse my initial reaction. You didn't just get approached like this back home.<</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Dali">>"So pretty."<</speech>> Her hand reached up and I had to restrain myself from jerking away. She touched my hair, unbidden, but her smile was so kind I knew there was no threat behind any of this. <<speech "Dali">>"Okay. Well, I know good blace American make good munny on baycaytion."<</speech>> She raised her eyebrows making the magenta mascara beneath them expand prodigiously. Her chocolate eyes were endearing and her smile made me laugh slightly. <<speech "Dali">>"Serious! I'm Dalisay." She squeezed my hand before I realized she had it, "Got yoo selpon?"<</speech>> My mind churned on that, she laughed at me and I was laughing as soon as she was shaking her cellphone at me, the charms swaying from both the receiver and mouthpiece. I felt like an idiot that I hadn't understood what she was asking, <<speechPC>>"Oh. Yeah."<</speechPC>> Tentatively, I procured mine, but kept it out of reach. Her hands seemed quite speedy and intrusive. I was still quite wary of being a mark and given what I was carrying, I certainly looked like one. <br><br> <<speech "Dali">>"Jus in case, yah? Gib yoo da address? Come by if yoo need munny?"<</speech>> Her hand extended slowly, catching the shift in my demeanor. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Fine, but I'm not sure--"<</speechPC>> I laughed, cutting myself off as she eagerly input the information into my phone and then relinquished it back to me before the fear could well up inside me. <<speechPC>>"Okay."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Dali">>"Okay! What yoo name?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Dali">>"//So// pretty!" And she nodded again, "See yoo soon, okay?"<</speech>> I shrugged and watched her dance off into the mall. I looked down at my phone and saw that her English was perfect when she was typing. The information she had left for me was clear as day: American Modeling Job. An address that I didn't recognize, but I didn't know the city by any means. I'd need to do a little research, Google-maps that shit, and figure that out. <br><br> A series of dollar signs. And then what I assumed was her phone number. <br><br> Given her appearance, I was a touch suspect about the 'job' and how legitimate the modeling would be. While it would likely be some part of the sketchy underbelly of this city, I believed that belly to be massive so it was unlikely at best to have any relation to my objective. <br><br> As I stepped outside, leaving the comforting embrace of cool air conditioning for the heat and humidity of Manila's day, I did have a thought that having some local friend and one already involved in the world I was supposed to investigate __may__ have some merit. A thing to consider for another day. I had her information and the location, should I decide it was something to follow up on. Or needed the money. <br><br> Hairs prickled on the back of my neck as I considered that second possibility. That girls would arrive here for a good time from America and be swept up in what I could only assume was an appendage of the white sex trade. And that I could have been one of them. That the enticement of money and being out of my protective nest at home made it so seductive and easy. That was scary. <br><br> Even from my scant time in the area, I could tell by the way I was looked at that there was a definite aura of 'American' and the physical and ethereal qualities I brought with me were highly...appreciated here. And even Dalisay had gone to touch me without reservation: we were assailable, there was an ease and expectation to be able to touch, to feel, to ''appreciate''. <br><br> Worn down, I considered either ... <<crossroads>> <<path [[HomeBase][$Stats.Traits['Stable'].exp ++]]>> Calling it a day. Just chalk up my lack of 'progress' to me being me. I was focused on my role, my cover, and -- hey -- I __had__ been getting the tools I needed for my mission, right? <<path [[M002 - Club ZZYZX][$Stats.Skills['Discipline'].exp ++]]>> Soldier on and hit up the Club. I was an agent and I had a mission to do. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <</if>>
<div id = "Angelo"> I stepped out of my room and walked down the hall to twelve. I debated how to approach this: what was the cover story? Who was Angelo to me? Were people watching and actually interested in these two random people interacting in a hostel? <br><br> I hadn't come up with answers to any of it on the short trip, tapping at the door as if <<print $CC.FName>> was behind it. I felt a pull at my heart. I wished that she would be. <br><br> The door opened and I practically fell down. It wasn't her. But it also wasn't Angelo. <<speechPC>>"Oh! Sorry. Wrong...room?"<</speechPC>> Walking backward and warding them away. They seemed annoyed but unconcerned, more than happy to close the door again as frazzled-me wondered what to do. I ran over the previous night and day in my head. I looked back at the number on the door, cross-referenced it with everything I could remember. <br><br> And now I felt completely confused. I hadn't been given any other information on Angelo or how this 'op' would go. Was he only in twelve until yesterday had happened? It looked like it. <br><br> I didn't have his number in my phone. Was I even supposed to call him if I did? While 'Nathan Rolles' was an Adjunct Professor, I didn't know what Angelo's cover was. <br><br> I felt very out of sorts. They had literally dropped me in the deep end and, I could only assume, treat me the way they would any other agent that was in a similar situation, beginning an operation of this kind. <br><br> So. <br><br> Did I head over to my new <<link "alma mater">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<set $angeloTalk = true>> <<set $Dossier.knowsDossier = true>> <<image framed "passage/a1.building.png">> It was a quick walk, avoiding the detour into the park where we had first met yesterday, but the time I saved was quickly eaten up trying to navigate an active college campus. I fit in -- people about my age and an absolute polyglot. Languages mixing together into unintelligibility which actually caused my brain a bit more confusion than simply being the 'new kid on campus' and I had never been oriented. <br><br> A couple of wrong turns and resisting the tide of rising frustration and fear of being lost and then I felt I had found familiarity: the bathroom I had collected myself in. The bench. And then I stopped short. <br><br> Goddamn they worked quickly. The nameplate was gone. I had to do a couple passes in the hallway to prove to myself that yes, this //was// where I had been made a secret operative yesterday. <br><br> Was this what they meant by 'going dark'? Was I so far undercover that every thread had been wiped clean? Was I on my own until Angelo made himself known to me -- however and whenever he decided to? I stood there, fingers tracing where Nathan's plaque had been...hours? before. <br><br> The door <<linkexpand "swung open...">> <<face shock>> <<image framed "passage/Alice-3.png">> swung open and I was nearly bowled over by a blonde woman in a smart suit. <br><br> I stumbled backwards, halfway to an apology when I was stopped by the confusion of seeing a smile on her face, <<speech "Alice">>"Speak of the devil." The asymmetric bob framed her face, square-rimmed glasses highlighting the pale blue of her eyes. "Come in, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> As she stepped back, I saw Angelo behind her, frowning as he took me in. <br><br> It felt like I had walked into the middle of a fight, <<speechPC>>"Hi, Angelo."<</speechPC>> He nodded. The woman held an air of authority -- this was //her// room. She motioned for me to sit. I did, <<speechPC>>"You were...talking about me?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She sat on the edge of the desk, flipping one leg over her knee, <<speech "Alice">>"Yes." The tone was clipped, self-confident. "Nate thought he could slip something pass the chain of command. But Angelo and I have already spoken about that. Salient of the moment is you, dear."<</speech>> Not only did she dominate a room with her air, but also her looks. She was what you would call a bombshell. A curvy hourglass that oozed sex even in the pantsuit that was as conservative -- if incredibly well-cut, designer material -- as they came. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Me?"<</speechPC>> If I felt underwater after yesterday and the morning of disappearing acts, I was drowning now. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"I've heard you've accepted--" I nodded, eyes flicking over to Angelo for guidance. But just like he was unreadable with Nate, he was a stone right now, "Well, we'll come to that again. Maybe as a formality, but...let's get out of here. It's stuffy." She leaned back, her thighs slightly parting and even though nothing showed, it was enough of a hint to make anyone's brain click. She grabbed a notepad, gave a nod to Angelo who busied himself in the file cabinet behind him as she guided me out of the office again, "Call me Alice."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Nice to meet you, Alice. So. You're Nate's boss?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"If this were a typical, corporate structure, sure. And point, you, <<print $CC.name>>." She smiled, giving me a friendly little nudge with her shoulder. "So while Nate may have been wrong about his process -- he always is -- he may not be ''entirely'' wrong, it seems."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Point?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Yes. You need to be evaluated. Even in dire situations like this, and while Nate says he did his own 'evaluation' over the years, it was not done in accordance with EROS protocol."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"EROS?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>She sighed, "He really told you nothing, didn't he?"<</speech>> I nodded with an awkward shrug. I wasn't trying to throw him under the bus, but I didn't know how to lie my way around not knowing what I didn't know. <<speech "Alice">>"You are //provisionally// a member of EROS. It's an agency that you've never heard of," she chuckled at the double-meaning, "And no one else has either. On purpose."<</speech>> We had made our way into a gymnasium space. A couple of the athletic department employees: probably a coach, trainer, janitor; all saw her and immediately disappeared with nary a word or reaction. Oh, she held a __lot__ of sway. And whatever I was involved in was deeply entrenched here. <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Ready."<</speech>> Angelo had appeared behind us, carrying a manila folder. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Alright. This is going to be a bit more expedited than our typical process, but should give me what I need to know. And I'm sorry that we don't have something more comfortable for you to be evaluated in, but take that as your first real test. As a member of EROS, anything can happen at anytime, in any state of dress."<</speech>> She chuckled to herself. She really had a personal sense of humor and clearly delighted herself. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"So, like...what exactly do you want me to do?"<</speechPC>> I moved out onto the hardwood court in front of the bleachers as she sat down, recrossed her legs and accepted the manila folder from Angelo. She whispered something to him, taking her time to respond to me, and flipped open the folder, the legal pad in her lap. <<skillChecked "Previous experience">> <<if $CC.hsv == "act" || $CC.hsv == "cheer" || $UN.extracurricular == "act" || $UN.extracurricular == "cheer" || $CC.clique == "Rebel" || visited("HS002 - CastingHS")>>I had been in front of people before. Judged. But I felt more naked than I ever had before.<<else>>I don't think I'd ever felt this judged, alone, standing in front of their prying eyes.<</if>> <br><br> /* TODO: Mira - Here's a moment where we could consider allowing the players to know what is being tested through the UX/UI, if we wanted to go down that route. */ Angelo turned to face me and approached, rolling his shoulders forward, " <<link "Take Angelo down">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>>My jaw dropped. But the space between us was diminishing rapidly. And he was a big guy. I saw him spreading his meaty paws as he prepared to attack. <br><br> I was going to have to figure something out, and quick. <br><br> Was I going to try <<link "brute force">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<set $Dossier.testedAth = true>> <<set $Dossier.testedCoo = true>> <<set _fighttest = $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value + $CC.height>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "workout">><<set _fighttest ++>><</if>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<if _fighttest gt 6>> <<face happy>> I squared up, planted my feet and waited for him to close the distance. I was going toe-to-toe with not only a trained agent, but one that looked built for this kind of thing. I had to hope that maybe, //just// maybe, he would underestimate me. <br><br> Hands clapped at each others arms as we each tentatively tried to grab at each other, to get a handle. Skin stung. My head ducked a bit as he went for the easy grab: hair. Nuh-uh, Angelo, wouldn't be going down that easily. <br><br> Then his hand came back around and clapped me, open-palm, across the face. Dazed, I stumbled to the side. His other hand came forward and struck me square in the stomach and I buckled. I don't know why I thought this was going to be some kind of wrestling match. Some kind of fair fight with rules. They were demonstrating a hand-to-hand combat encounter that I could actually experience in the line of duty. __Would__ experience... <br><br> I was down on my knees, huffing, wondering when the blows would come. My arms swung up by my sides to protect my organs just in time. I wasn't just going to endure the beating. I shifted my hips and grasped one of his incoming wrists. I twisted, using my size and weight (and the element of surprise) to use his momentum against him. There was a grunt of surprise as he went head-first over me. I brought my knees and feet up to catch him in his core. I had returned the favor, using the strength in my lower half to send him shuffling back, nearly falling square on his end. <br><br> Using my motion to bring myself up to my feet, I went to charge. He waved me down and arms went slack, standing up and stretching a bit, seemingly unaffected by my counter. <br><br> I shuffled forward, killing my momentum and turning, a bit surprised to look back at Alice. <<speech "Alice">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> She was writing something down on the legal pad, "Alright. A surprising showing all the same, wouldn't you say, Angelo?" <br><br> He nodded and clapped a hand on my shoulder. I almost instinctively went to throw 'bows. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"That choice of tactic given your attacker...interesting. Still, you would have made it difficult before you were ultimately subdued."<</speech>> It hurt to hear it like that. The fight had been so far from over and she was discounting what would have followed as a 'hard-fought loss'. My blood was boiling, I wanted to charge //her// now. <br><br> But I was stopped short by a heavy, cold weight being dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">> "Now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <<elseif _fighttest gt 4>> <<face hurt1>> I took a deep breath and squared up to the trained agent. Maybe he'd go easy on me? He certainly looked like he was built for exactly these kind of situations. The lack of expression on his face was less than reassuring. <br><br> Taking a step forward, I began to close the distance, using those spare moments to try and gauge where there'd be an opening, what advantages I might have, how to actually take down the hefty Filipino. <br><br> Suddenly, his hand struck out and he was grabbing my arm //hard//. Shit. His reach was longer than I expected. I twisted, trying to use his weight against him and barely extricated myself before his grip set. <br><br> I shuffled around him, circling, not going to make that mistake again. He watched me move. Did he ''have'' a weakness? I shook my head. At least I wasn't giving in. <br><br> Fights wouldn't be like this in the field. They'd be sudden and fierce--and all of a sudden he was charging me like a bull. As if my thought had triggered something in him, he was upon me, slamming me down on the ground. <br><br> I twisted and pushed with all of my might, trying to free myself again like the last time. My knees fluttered against his rear and caught his side once. <br><br> Then he dropped his weight squarely ontop of my hips and held both of my arms on the floor. It was over. I grunted and squirmed underneath him, but it was in vain. His chest was lifting and falling in a way that showed he had actually exerted himself. <br><br> Behind him I heard Alice, <<speech "Alice">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> <br><br> As if that was an order, he lifted off of me and I felt practically weightless now not pinned against the hardwood floor. I stood up quickly as a point of pride, brushing myself off. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"That choice of tactic was...interesting. Teaching moment -- we won't have opportunity for many of these -- you need to win. Diving in without advantages is a surefire way to lose."<</speech>> It hurt, but do had the fight. I had tried to out-combat someone with training, size, reach...so many reasons to __not__ have engaged Angelo directly. <br><br> I was about to respond. Whether I was about to fight her or relent, I hadn't decided when the heavy, cold weight dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">> "And now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <<else>> <<face hurt1 runny>> Fuck. Me. Was she serious? Angelo was //huge//. I had no business fighting him. But maybe that was the lesson here? Was this lesson time or judging my capability in the field. I felt water welling in the corners of my eyes as the thought hit hard. <br><br> And then I was hit hard. I don't remember him even closing the distance, but he grabbed my arm and wrenched. I was on my knees, arm pulled back and I felt a sharp, insistent pain in my shoulder. My eyes were clenched, the tears that had formed were now spilling over my cheeks, assisted by the pain. <br><br> My body tensed, my head joined my arm as it was yanked back by the hair. I felt his size shifting in behind me, closing the distance and ensuring his hold kept. I felt like a marionette in his grip, my strings my hair and my arm. <br><br> I froze. I didn't dare move, for risking pain and my brain had gone into submit-mode. I believed I was safe and that safety made the fight/flight decision instantaneous. <br><br> Behind us, I heard Alice, <<speech "Alice">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> <br><br> Angelo's grip became gentle. I was released and I fell forward onto my hands. I rolled onto my rear, looking at Alice as she finished scribbling something out. I wiped my cheeks, feeling some debris that had made its way from the floor to my face replace them. I looked to Angelo. He was dispassionate. That might have hurt more than what had just transpired. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Not unexpected." Nodding, she eventually graced me with her gaze, "Though there is something to be said for the choice. It was a choice, yes?" I nodded instantly. "Being you, submission by easy physical means will be expected. Being what they expect can have its own benefits. Alright."<</speech>> <br><br> I was about to respond. Whether I was about to fight her or relent, I hadn't decided when the heavy, cold weight dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"And now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>? <br> Take out <<link "his legs">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<set $Dossier.testedCoo = true>> <<set $Dossier.testedDec = true>> <<set _fighttest = $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value + $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value - $CC.height>> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "workout">><<set _fighttest ++>><</if>> <<skillChecked "Previous experience">> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<if _fighttest gt 6>> <<face happy>> A deep breath. I dropped into my stance, lowering my center of gravity and protecting myself. A quick analysis had told me everything that I had expected was true: he would //destroy// me in a straight-up fight. I might be able to take him down, but it wouldn't be the way this was all set up. I had to use every advantage I had and avoid his. <br><br> He saw me keeping my distance and he began to circle me. Testing my footwork. He swung out an arm -- surprising distance that seemed to spring from his shoulders and extended back. Testing my reach. <br><br> I kept my feet under me, I swung my head and twisted my shoulders. I kept him away and off me. His meaty hands made contact with my skin and clothing, but I was left with stinging reminders and worries in the back of my head if he had ruined the stitching of my clothes. <br><br> And then he extended himself a bit further, leaning into his dominance in size and skill. I took my chance, I feinted that I was going to strike him in the face -- he shifted his weight and drew up to block the blow. <br><br> I brought my foot down on the side of his knee and he dropped with a surprisingly sharp yelp. I continued closing, a knee under his chin and I dropped him. <br><br> Triumphantly jumping over his falling form, he caught my ankle and yanked. I came smacking down to the floor as well. My foot freed easily, scrambling away to watch him slowly lift himself up. <br><br> The sensation of a fight had dissipated. I saw Alice writing something and going, <<speech "Alice">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> <br><br> After an internal debate, I crossed to Angelo and helped him up. I half expected him to take me down right there, but he didn't, favoring his left leg slightly. <<speechPC>>"Sorry--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Good evaluation of your chances and finding a way to win. You'll need every bit of that. That being said, I do hope you noticed to never let your guard down. You didn't cross that finish line." It stung, but it was true.<</speech>> <br><br> I was about to respond when a a heavy, cold weight being dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <<elseif _fighttest gt 4>> <<face hurt1>> A deep breath. A quick analysis had told me everything that I had expected was true: he would //destroy// me in a straight-up fight. I might be able to take him down, but it wouldn't be the way this was all set up. I had to use every advantage I had and avoid his. <br><br> He began to circle me. I kept my distance, turning in time with him and stepping backwards. He swung out an arm -- surprising distance that seemed to spring from his shoulders and extended back. I yelped. Not just in shock, but also in pain as he nearly got a handhold in my hair. <br><br> I didn't have time. I had to turn the tables and surprise ''him''. As I twisted my body, one arm coming up to disentangle him from getting any purchase in my hair, I brought that same leg up on the inside of his knee. <br><br> He grunted, but I had made contact with his inner thigh. I stumbled back. Maybe his groin. Of __course__ his groin. I just had to... <br><br> He squared him, tightening the box of his arms, shoulders and knees. He began barreling towards me and cut my thinking short. <br><br> Mimicking my earlier retreating reaction, I saw him anticipating and going to grapple me, but I pulled my momentum and brought my knee up. He expected it, grabbing under it and flipping me squarely on my back. <br><br> I hit <<shake>>HARD<</shake>>. My head rang. He was ontop of me, a gorilla of a person, pouncing on his prey. A part of my brain couldn't help but recognize the position we were in was so close to being fucking, but that showed how submitted he had made me. <br><br> Behind him, I heard Alice go, <<speech "Alice">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> <br><br> The pressure on my shoulders and crotch relented and he lifted off me, yanking me up like a doll. I got airtime before finding my footing again. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Good evaluation of your chances and finding a way to win. You'll need every bit of that. That said, teaching moment: sometimes accepting a fight is the first step to losing." It stung, but it was true.<</speech>> <br><br> I was about to respond when a heavy, cold weight being dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <<else>> <<face hurt1>> Fuck. Me. A quick analysis told me everything that I had expected was true: he would //destroy// me in a straight-up fight. I might be able to take him down, but it wouldn't be the way this was all set up. I had to use every advantage I had and avoid his. <br><br> He began to circle me. I kept my distance, turning in time with him and stepping backwards. He swung out an arm -- surprising distance that seemed to spring from his shoulders and extended back. I yelped. Not just in shock, but also in pain as he nearly got a handhold in my hair. <br><br> I didn't have time. I had to turn the tables and surprise ''him''. As I twisted my body, one arm coming up to disentangle him from getting any purchase in my hair, I brought that same leg up on the inside of his knee. <br><br> It wasn't elegant. It wasn't strong enough. I don't know if he even noticed. It //did// give him enough that I couldn't get away and he yanked me by the head ''HARD''. My feet came off the floor and I was airborne simply by his upper body strength. <br><br> I hit the floor <<shake 2s>>HARDER<</shake>>. I lost vision. My head throbbed. <br><br> Slowly, consciousness came back to me and I had to dismiss the immediate thought that he was fucking me. I was pinned down by the shoulders, my thighs open and legs raised with the pressure of his weight between them. No, not fucked. But fucked. He absolutely submitted me. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>Alice was also in the midst of saying something, "...sometimes accepting a fight is the first step to losing." It stung -- not as much as my head and back -- but it was true.<</speech>> <br><br> The pressure on my shoulders and crotch relented and he lifted off me, yanking me up like a doll. I got airtime before finding my footing again. I nearly fell down again, shaking my head to clear the stun when a heavy, cold weight being dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>? <br> Just <<link "give up">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<set $Dossier.testedSugg = true>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<face hurt1 runny>> Fuck. Me. Was she serious? Angelo was //huge//. I had no business fighting him. But maybe that was the lesson here? Was this lesson time or judging my capability in the field. I felt water welling in the corners of my eyes as the thought hit hard. I couldn't beat him in a fucking ''fight''! <br><br> I dropped to my knees in front of him as soon as that decision crossed my mind. I don't remember him even closing the distance, but he grabbed my arm and wrenched. I was twisted hard, arm pulled back and I felt a sharp, insistent pain in my shoulder. My eyes were clenched, the tears that had formed were now spilling over my cheeks, assisted by the pain. <br><br> My body tensed, my head joined my arm as it was yanked back by the hair. I felt his size shifting in behind me, closing the distance and ensuring his hold kept. I felt like a marionette in his grip, my strings my hair and my arm. <br><br> I froze. I didn't dare move, for risking pain and my brain had gone into submit-mode. I believed I was safe and that safety made the fight/flight decision instantaneous. <br><br> Behind us, I heard Alice, <<speech "Alice">>"Mhmm."<</speech>> <br><br> Angelo's grip became gentle. I was released and I fell forward onto my hands. I rolled onto my rear, looking at Alice as she finished scribbling something out. I wiped my cheeks, feeling some debris that had made its way from the floor to my face replace them. I looked to Angelo. He was dispassionate. That might have hurt more than what had just transpired. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Not unexpected." Nodding, she eventually graced me with her gaze, "Though there is something to be said for the choice. It was a choice, yes?" I nodded instantly. "Being you, submission by easy physical means will be expected. Being what they expect can have its own benefits. Alright."<</speech>> <br><br> I was about to respond. Whether I was about to fight her or relent, I hadn't decided when the heavy, cold weight dropped into my hand. I clasped it reflexively and looked down at semi-automatic that Angelo had just relinquished to my possession. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"And now, let's see how you <<link "shoot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Firearms">> <</replace>><</link>>."<</speech>> <</replace>><</link>>? <</replace>><</link>>." <</linkexpand>> <</replace>><</link>> and knock on Nate's door? <br> Or just assume I had all the knowledge I was expected to have and just move on with <<link "the mission">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> Fucked as that was, I had to be the agent they needed me to be. If they had pulled up roots and I wasn't expected to know how to contact Angelo, then that's what it was. Time to get on with the mission. <<crossroads>> <<path [[M000 - Mall]]>> <<hover>> Be 'myself' and head downtown for some shopping, as I'd originally planned. <br><br> 'Mission': Build my Legend <<tip>> If I was here as //me// and I had planned on shopping anyway, might as well do it. A delay of a day in getting started wouldn't be the end of the world. <</hover>> <<path [[M002 - Club ZZYZX]]>> <<hover>> See if I could start my infiltration as a club-goer. <br><br> Primary Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX <<tip>> Get a lay of the land of the club with fresh eyes. See what I can learn. Maybe the best way in was to not get directly involved. <</hover>> <<path [[M002 - ClubJob]] $clubJob != "none">> <<hover>> See if I could start my infiltration with a job at the club. <br><br> Primary Mission: Infiltrate Club ZZYZX <<tip>> What better way to get intel on my mission than to actually get involved, directly, at the Club? <</hover>> <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>? </div>
<<image framed "passage/M001-CaseOfficerPARTFirearms.png">> <br><br> Alice didn't reserve her feelings, seeing my absolutely astonishment. She was laughing. Angelo gave me a good-natured nudge on my shoulder blade, which sent me off-balance forward a few paces, <<speechPC>>"Shoot...what?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Not me."<</speech>> His hands were up, an affable grin on his face as he took a few steps back. It was like good-natured chiding, but it felt a little like being teased on the playground. Alice was literally wiping tears from under her glasses. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Sorry. I'm sorry. That was uncalled for, but I guess it's better we get the shock and awe over and done with now." She sighed, collecting herself, "You //do// realize that this will be dangerous. Yes?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"At least Nate made that much clear to you." Angelo was still moving away from me, but his joke was done, "The people you will be dealing with operate outside law and decency. They are dangerous. They are killers. There //will// be violence. And you might be a part of it. I'd much rather it be you dealing destruction than the other way around, wouldn't you?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded. God, the thing felt like it was pulling my shoulder out of its socket. It was heavy. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Right. Now, maybe you'll just be a party to the violence. A witness. But everyone out in the field is evaluated in their gunplay. So. Go."<</speech>> <br><br> I shook my head, eyes wide, shoulders lifting in complete confusion, when I saw out of the corner of my eye: Angelo was performatively hitting something extra hard on a wall panel. And then something was <<link "flying through the air">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<set $Dossier.testedDis = true>> <<set $Dossier.testedCoo = true>> <<set _shoottest = $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value + $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value>> <<skillChecked "Previous experience">> <<if $UN.extracurricular == "workout">><<set _shoottest ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">><<set _shoottest ++>><</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("TwitchOpenWin")>><<set _shoottest ++>><</if>> <<if Array("sporty","gym","gang").includes($CC.hsv)>><<set _shoottest ++>><</if>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<if _shoottest gt 7>> <<set $shoottest = 1>> <<face happy>> My arm lifted in a wide arc. My finger was on the trigger and I barely remember flicking off the safety -- there was no way he had handed it to me off -- I squeezed. <br><br> The report was deafening. This room would have been a cacophony during an athletic competition, let alone a live-fire exercise. <br><br> My ears rang, but the small disc exploded into a fine dust. Another was already aloft, but I was still two-hands on the firearm and squared up, prepared. The second and the third were dispatched. <br><br> Frozen and braced, I breathed calmly, waiting for more. The echo of my shots still was bouncing around the hardwood and metal of the gym. <br><br> No more came. I looked over to the two of them as I flicked the safety and practiced trigger-discipline unconsciously, the heat of the gun radiating near my thigh. <br><br> Alice nodded, looking down as she wrote. She considered the open manila beside her and went back to the ruled-lines of her pad. <<speechPC>>"So, uh. Ceiling must be quite an interesting piece of art."<</speechPC>> I was thinking about imbedded bullets, chipped metal beams, holes straight to what I hoped and assumed was the outdoors and not some classroom or office. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"I don't remember seeing a firing range in your notes." Angelo was picking up the casings by my feet. "This is not your first time with a gun?"<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Inventory">> <<if $Inventory.includes('9mm Pistol')>>I shook my head, but didn't feel like I needed to let them know exactly why.<<else>>I gave an awkward grimace and shrugged, <<speechPC>>"Yes?"<</speechPC>> A slight twitch in her eyebrow. Angelo looked at me with far less mask.<</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Okay. Angelo can take that from you. We can't have you going around with a Beretta and have your story be believable." <</speech>> I relinquished the weapon. He had to tug a little harder than he had anticipated to pry it from me. Feeling its power and losing its weight had me immediately missing it. Especially if there was as much danger as there seemed to be. <<skillChecked "Inventory">> <<if $Inventory.includes('9mm Pistol')>> I was immediately glad to know I had one sequestered away in my things. It //was// mine, so that meant it was part of my story too, right? And did they know that already?<</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Come, come."<</speech>> She patted the wood of the bleacher beside her. I shook my head again in disbelief. They had a skeet system set up in a fricking gymnasium. I had just been using live ammunition where other people might play basketball. <br><br> She chuckled at me, reading my thoughts as I made my way to her. She moved the manila folder to the other side of her as I sat. <<speechPC>>"Okay, now what. Bomb diffusion?"<</speechPC>> I noticed a slight tilt of her head. Like an animal that was unsure about something. It was a slight thing, but still a thing I'm pretty sure I noticed. "Oh, no. You're funny. A much tougher test. Tell me what you saw when we came in here. Every detail. I'm not asking about the..." She gestured broadly at the vacuous space, "Nothing that's been the same since we started. //Exactly// the moment when we arrived." <br><br> I gulped, my eyes unfocused as I tried to <<link "recall">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Eyes">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif _shoottest gt 4>> <<set $shoottest = 0>> My arm lifted in a wide arc. My finger was on the trigger and I squeezed. <br><br> Nothing. A fake gun? I watched the small black disc continuing its arc. Shit! The safety. My finger found it and then dropped back to the trigger to squeeze again. <br><br> The report was deafening. This room would have been a cacophony during an athletic competition, let alone a live-fire exercise. <br><br> My ears rang, but I had missed. Too much surprise and adrenaline, but my third pull brought it down. <br><br> It was then that I noticed another disc flinging past me and exploding on the shellacked floor. Fuck! There were others. Another was already aloft and I turned to try and take it down. It took a few more attempts, but I took it down before gravity brought it to its demise. <br><br> Cursing with my eyes darting around for more, the whole place felt like a cannonade had gone off. The echo of my shots still was bouncing around the hardwood and metal of the gym. <br><br> No more came. I looked over to the two of them, letting the heft of the weapon bring it down beside me and frowning a bit as the heat of the gun radiating near my thigh. <br><br> Alice nodded, looking down as she wrote. She considered the open manila beside her and went back to the ruled-lines of her pad. <<speechPC>>"So, uh. Ceiling must be quite an interesting piece of art."<</speechPC>> I was thinking about imbedded bullets, chipped metal beams, holes straight to what I hoped and assumed was the outdoors and not some classroom or office. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Okay. Angelo can take that from you." His hand was up, carefully reaching out to retrieve it from me, "We can't have you going around with a Beretta and have your story be believable." <</speech>> I relinquished the weapon. He turned the semi-automatic to the side as a display as he flicked the safety back on. I shook my head and shut my eyes, disappointed in myself. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Teaching moment: the one you see is not necessarily the most dangerous. Those are the ones you don't see right away. Always be looking for additional threats."<</speech>> Poor of a show as that was, feeling its power and losing its weight had me immediately missing it. Especially if there was as much danger as there seemed to be. <<skillChecked "Inventory ">> <<if $Inventory.includes('9mm Pistol')>>I was immediately glad to know I had one sequestered away in my things. It //was// mine, so that meant it was part of my story too, right? And did they know that already?<</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Come, come."<</speech>> She patted the wood of the bleacher beside her. I shook my head again in disbelief. They had a skeet system set up in a fricking gymnasium. I had just been using live ammunition where other people might play basketball. <br><br> She chuckled at me, reading my thoughts as I made my way to her. She moved the manila folder to the other side of her as I sat. <<speechPC>>"Okay, now what. Bomb diffusion?"<</speechPC>> I noticed a slight tilt of her head. Like an animal that was unsure about something. It was a slight thing, but still a thing I'm pretty sure I noticed. "Oh, no. You're funny. A much tougher test. Tell me what you saw when we came in here. Every detail. I'm not asking about the..." She gestured broadly at the vacuous space, "Nothing that's been the same since we started. //Exactly// the moment when we arrived." <br><br> I gulped, my eyes unfocused as I tried to <<link "recall">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Eyes">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> <<set $shoottest = -1>> <<face shock>> My arm lifted in a wide arc. My finger was on the trigger and I squeezed. <br><br> Nothing. A fake gun? I watched the small black disc continuing its arc. Shit! The safety. My finger found it and then dropped back to the trigger to squeeze again. <br><br> The report was deafening. This room would have been a cacophony during an athletic competition, let alone a live-fire exercise. <br><br> My ears rang, but I had missed. Too much surprise and adrenaline, squeezed again and again. It disappeared. Had I hit it? Had I lost it? Had it disintegrated on the floor? Where were these bullets going? Into the padding on the walls? What about ricochets? What was I //doing//? <br><br> It was then that I noticed another disc flinging past me and exploding on the shellacked floor. Fuck! There were others. Another was already aloft and I turned to try and take it down. I emptied my magazine at it, the firing pin clicking as gravity brought it to its demise. <br><br> Cursing with my eyes darting around for more. My gun was empty but maybe there were more on their way. The whole place felt like a cannonade had gone off. The echo of my shots still was bouncing around the hardwood and metal of the gym. <br><br> No more came. I looked over to the two of them, letting the heft of the weapon bring it down beside me and frowning a bit as the heat of the gun radiating near my thigh. <br><br> Alice nodded, looking down as she wrote. She considered the open manila beside her and went back to the ruled-lines of her pad. <<speechPC>>"So, uh. Ceiling must be quite an interesting piece of art."<</speechPC>> I was thinking about imbedded bullets, chipped metal beams, holes straight to what I hoped and assumed was the outdoors and not some classroom or office. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"O. Kay. Angelo..." He was approaching like I was an active shooter, hands upright and prepared to talk me out of some heinous act, "...can take that from you." <br>"We can't have you going around with a Beretta and have your story be believable."<</speech>> <br><br> I practically threw the weapon into his more prepared hands. Those things were fucking dangerous and scary. He turned the semi-automatic to the side as a display as he flicked the safety back on. I shook my head and shut my eyes, disappointed in myself. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Teaching moment: the one you see is not necessarily the most dangerous. Those are the ones you don't see right away. Always be looking for additional threats."<</speech>> Still, feeling its power and losing its weight had me immediately missing it. Especially if there was as much danger as there seemed to be. <<skillChecked "Inventory">> <<if $Inventory.includes('9mm Pistol')>>I was immediately glad to know I had one sequestered away in my things. It //was// mine, so that meant it was part of my story too, right? And did they know that already?<</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Come, come."<</speech>> She patted the wood of the bleacher beside her. I shook my head again in disbelief. They had a skeet system set up in a fricking gymnasium. I had just been using live ammunition where other people might play basketball. <br><br> She chuckled at me, reading my thoughts as I made my way to her. She moved the manila folder to the other side of her as I sat. <<speechPC>>"Okay, now what. Bomb diffusion?"<</speechPC>> I noticed a slight tilt of her head. Like an animal that was unsure about something. It was a slight thing, but still a thing I'm pretty sure I noticed. "Oh, no. You're funny. A much tougher test. Tell me what you saw when we came in here. Every detail. I'm not asking about the..." She gestured broadly at the vacuous space, "Nothing that's been the same since we started. //Exactly// the moment when we arrived." <br><br> I gulped, my eyes unfocused as I tried to <<link "recall">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Eyes">> <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>.
<<set $Dossier.testedPer = true>> <<set $Dossier.testedInv = true>> <<set _eyestest = $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value>> <<skillChecked "Previous experience">> <<if $UN.rush == true>><<set _eyestest ++>><</if>> <<if visited("GY002 - SwissArrival")>><<set _eyestest ++>><</if>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<if _eyestest gt 4>> <<face happy>> <br><br> Alice stood, writing as she slid the manila folder underneath her legal pad, walking away from me as she hummed softly to herself -- a thinking tic, I guessed. I looked to Angelo, but he had busied himself cleaning the pistol. It didn't seem like this was over. More? What could be next? How was I doing? <br><br> If I was nervous at the outset of this, my nerves were frayed now. I couldn't help but cough to hear something. <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">>I had spent so many hours in gyms before, tried and pushed and fighting...but this was something wholly different.<</if>> I looked down at my feet, nudging one toe against my other shoe. Would I be dismissed and sent home after this? If not was that because I had succeeded or simply because there really were no other options? In how deep of shit was Nate right now-- <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Alright. Now some questions. Answer them honestly and quickly, first response that comes to mind...if you don't I'll know."<</speech>> She smiled. The superiority was unnecessary. She was enjoying this. It was tantamount to hazing. Maybe that's all this was -- completely unnecessary testing just to have something to laugh at back at home office. Something they did to all 'new recruits'? It didn't matter. She could have her moment in the sun now, because if I was really going to do this, if the success of everything really depended on me...well, I'd be having the last laugh either way. <br><br> So. Fuck you, Alice. <<speechPC>>"Ask away."<</speechPC>> I smiled back, leaning onto the palms of my hands, exposing my stomach confidently. Hit me with your best <<link "shot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Psyche">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif _eyestest gt 2>> <br><br> Alice stood, writing as she slid the manila folder underneath her legal pad, walking away from me as she hummed softly to herself -- a thinking tic, I guessed. I looked to Angelo, but he had busied himself cleaning the pistol. It didn't seem like this was over. More? What could be next? How was I doing? <br><br> If I was nervous at the outset of this, my nerves were frayed now. I couldn't help but cough to hear something. <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">>I had spent so many hours in gyms before, tried and pushed and fighting...but this was something wholly different.<</if>> I looked down at my feet, nudging one toe against my other shoe. Would I be dismissed and sent home after this? If not was that because I had succeeded or simply because there really were no other options? In how deep of shit was Nate right now-- <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Alright. Now some questions. Answer them honestly and quickly, first response that comes to mind...if you don't I'll know."<</speech>> She smiled. The superiority was unnecessary. She was enjoying this. It was tantamount to hazing. Maybe that's all this was -- completely unnecessary testing just to have something to laugh at back at home office. Something they did to all 'new recruits'? It didn't matter. She could have her moment in the sun now, because if I was really going to do this, if the success of everything really depended on me...well, I'd be having the last laugh either way. <br><br> So. Fuck you, Alice. <<speechPC>>"Ask away."<</speechPC>> I smiled back, leaning onto the palms of my hands, exposing my stomach confidently. Hit me with your best <<link "shot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Psyche">> <</replace>><</link>>. <<else>> <br><br> Alice stood, writing as she slid the manila folder underneath her legal pad, walking away from me as she hummed softly to herself -- a thinking tic, I guessed. I looked to Angelo, but he had busied himself cleaning the pistol. It didn't seem like this was over. More? What could be next? How was I doing? <br><br> If I was nervous at the outset of this, my nerves were frayed now. I couldn't help but cough to hear something. <<if $CC.clique == "Sports">>I had spent so many hours in gyms before, tried and pushed and fighting...but this was something wholly different.<</if>> I looked down at my feet, nudging one toe against my other shoe. Would I be dismissed and sent home after this? If not was that because I had succeeded or simply because there really were no other options? In how deep of shit was Nate right now-- <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Alright. Now some questions. Answer them honestly and quickly, first response that comes to mind...if you don't I'll know."<</speech>> She smiled. The superiority was unnecessary. She was enjoying this. It was tantamount to hazing. Maybe that's all this was -- completely unnecessary testing just to have something to laugh at back at home office. Something they did to all 'new recruits'? It didn't matter. She could have her moment in the sun now, because if I was really going to do this, if the success of everything really depended on me...well, I'd be having the last laugh either way. <br><br> So. Fuck you, Alice. <<speechPC>>"Ask away."<</speechPC>> I smiled back, leaning onto the palms of my hands, exposing my stomach confidently. Hit me with your best <<link "shot">><<replace "#Angelo">> <<include "M001 - CaseOfficer PART Psyche">> <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>>
<<set $Dossier.testedSta = true>> <<set $M1.eval1 = 0>> <<set $M1.eval2 = 0>> <<set $M1.eval3 = 0>> <<set $M1.eval4 = 0>> <<set $M1.eval5 = 0>> <<speech "Alice">>"You and your teammate have been staking out a location over the past week. The target has left the location and you have made the determination that the opportunity has come for light infiltration and low risk."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"So. These are like story problems?"<</speechPC>> I frowned, unsure how good of an answer I could give because, ya know, I wasn't an agent and hadn't done any of these things before. Maybe I wouldn't understand the situation she was presenting. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Your teammate has left you as lookout and you've determined at what pre-determined time they should return and given likely outcomes or results, what your plan of action should be. If they are not back by the pre-arranged time, you are to leave them and report back to your handler. If the target returns suddenly, you are to set off your car alarm. If there is violence, you are to evaluate whether or not evasion or engagement is the proper course of action."<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded. Wondering if my interjection earlier would have been part of the evaluation. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"You watch them make successful infil and during your surveil, you notice a light moving around inside the location." She paused, making eye contact which I assumed meant it was time for me to make my decision.<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"They wouldn't use a light, right?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Good assumption."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Time isn't up?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Did I say that it was?" Fuck. Hard ass.<</speech>> <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - Psyche Sophistication]] $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> "Wait. They can handle themselves and we still haven't met any of our criteria." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Stable enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Sophistication][$M1.eval1 = 1]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> "Get out of the fucking car and go save them." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Risky enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Sophistication][$M1.eval1 = 2]]>> "Turn on the car alarm to warn them." <</crossroads>>
<<set $Dossier.testedSop = true>> <<if $M1.eval1 == 1>> <<speech "Alice">>"You grab your sidearm and head inside. There were additional security measures you both were unaware of. You enter and the two of you are able to neutralize them, though a firefight ensues and the mission is compromised."<</speech>> <<elseif $M1.eval1 == 2>> <<speech "Alice">>"You set off the car alarm, watching intently for your teammate's return. Unfortunately, it also alerts the security guards that you both were unaware of. As your teammate makes their exfil, expecting it's simply the target returning, you watch them gunned down on the front steps."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Alice">>"You sit there, on edge for a few moments until there is a strobe effect on that light and then it goes out. A few minutes later, your teammate returns. There had been additional unknown security that has now been neutralized, but otherwise the mission is intact."<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> I sat there, looking down at my knees, wondering if that would have been the choice I would have made in the moment. I didn't have much time to consider, nor was able to ask any follow-ups or clarifications, because Alice was launching into set-piece two: <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Your infiltration has gone well. You know that you're within the inner circle and simply have to decipher who the target is. Tonight you're among the who's-who at an exclusive gala being held at La Scala in Milan. Once the Opera has concluded and everyone will congregate in the lobby for drinks, hors d'oeuvres and socialization. How do you prepare for the night and what is your planned approach?"<</speech>> <br><br> It was scant. No identifiers on who my target was...and these were all fictitious people anyway. Was I supposed to just 'yes-and' and create a story where I uncover big bad and take him out amongst the tuxedos? <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - Psyche Confidence]] $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 0>> "I splurge. A dress straight off the runway, rent whatever accessories I can manage. I've got to shine. Then, whomever doesn't pay me the slightest mind is likely the target. Especially so if it's a woman." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Sophisticated enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Confidence][$M1.eval2 = 1]] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> "Find the coordinator of the event and sleep with them. Find whatever documentation and names I can and use those as leads." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Confidence][$M1.eval2 = 2]]>> "Um. So, I look for who's in the most exclusive box and chat them up. If he's got like a scar over his eye, that's the guy." <</crossroads>>
<<set $Dossier.testedCon = true>> <<if $M1.eval2 == 1>> <<speech "Alice">>"You miss the Opera in the throws of the administrative office at La Scala. Unfortunately, you are interrupted before you have a chance to go through the documents and based on your freewheeling sexuality, you are pegged as a prostitute and not a guest. You are summarily removed from the gala."<</speech>> <<elseif $M1.eval2 == 2>> Her held tilted, considering with a slight upturn at the corner of her mouth, <<speech "Alice">>"You keep an eye out for agents of SPECTRE, using Fleming as a baseline. You do seem to be able to narrow it down to a handful who were in the box of honor. Whether any of them are the target or just people of import to the target, you are unable to determine."<</speech>> <<else>> Alice raised an eyebrow, <<speech "Alice">>"You are absolutely resplendent and receive many approaches and overwhelming attention. But there is one woman who seems to make more of a habit of ignoring you than simply being unawares. You relay the information to your handler and the mission moves forward."<</speech>> <</if>> I began to wonder if any of these would be possible to succeed at. Was I ever going to get the target? Or was I just giving bad answers? <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"You're approaching the checkpoint. Your mission is close to a resounding success. You've managed to maintain the identity which has granted you access to the Chinese military base and you are en route on your Plan A exfil. One guard, slung AK47, steps out of the guardhouse and motions for you to stop the vehicle as another guard watches from within. Other guards stand, similarly armed, at either side of the gate arm."<</speech>> <br><br> Okay, could pretty much picture that. Had to give her...or whoever came up with these? credit for them at least painting a picture in my mind. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"One begins to case your vehicle as you slow to a stop, the other comes to the window and asks for your identification and orders."<</speech>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - Psyche Easiness]] $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 0>> "My papers got me in, they'll get me out. Nothing to see here. I hand them over with a smile." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Confident enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Easiness][$M1.eval3 = 1]] $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 0>> "I hand over my papers and try to distract him with questions about what's going on, since this is not normal procedure." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Deceptive enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Easiness][$M1.eval3 = 2]]>> "I gun it for the gate. Once I get past it, I should be free and clear, so just go, go, go!" <</crossroads>>
<<set $Dossier.testedEas = true>> <<if $M1.eval3 == 1>> <<speech "Alice">>"While he seems keen on engaging with you in conversation, you notice a flag is raised when you mention procedure. You are asked to exit the vehicle. Your package is discovered and you are relegated to the detention center within the hour." Fuck.<</speech>> <<elseif $M1.eval3 == 2>> <<speech "Alice">>"You slam on the gas, but that seems to be pretty expected behavior for someone doing something wrong and they live the daily hoping for a moment like this. The automatic rifles make short work of your tires and engine block, and then you." Oh, fuck. She doesn't pull any punches.<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Alice">>"He gives them a cursory look and nods. You wait with baited breath as the inspection of the vehicle concludes and you are waved onward." Aha! I can win these. Maybe I won others?<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"You have spent the last few months learning the ins and outs of the Red Light District in Amsterdam. You've found a proprietor that is more than willing to maintain your front as a sex worker in exchange for money. Your target, unsurprisingly, eventually makes his way to your venue in his standard rotation as he looks for new blood. You are with him in the VIP suite, his bodyguard standing by the door as the two of you get acquainted on the bed."<</speech>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - Psyche Riskiness]] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> "I start to give him head. I doubt he's going to want his guy to watch. Give him what he's looking for and once we're alone, I can take him out, probably mid-fuck." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Riskiness][$M1.eval4 = 1]] $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 0>> "I do a striptease, making sure my dance maneuvers me to my sidearm. Once I have them sufficiently distracted with the ta-tas, I'll kill the big boy, then the target. Dirty man." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Performative enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Riskiness][$M1.eval4 = 2]]>> "I make out with him and wait until the bodyguard goes. Then I'll take him out. I'm not about to sleep with him, and certainly not with a voyeur." <</crossroads>>
<<set $Dossier.testedRis = true>> <<if $M1.eval4 == 1>> <<speech "Alice">>"You certainly get both of their attentions. He's grinning ear-to-ear as your body comes into view. Unfortunately, having both of them watching you makes the appearance of your sidearm -- sudden as it is -- immediately noticed by big boy. You're dead before you can get the safety off." That...makes sense. Glad I learned that now rather than when I really would have been dead.<</speech>> <<elseif $M1.eval4 == 2>> <<speech "Alice">>"He becomes insistent. You try to hold him off, but no one is coming to your aid. Your denial seems to excite him. He rapes you and seems eager to take on your fight. You're not able to get the upper hand and he leaves. You never see him again, since he's had you." What the //fuck// Alice. She is certainly not pulling her punches. Maybe this was her making a point about this whole mission ahead of me?<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Alice">>"You act like the good sex worker that you are. The bodyguard quickly gives you the room. You're able to shuffle the target from this mortal coil before he has his own petit mort. You are nowhere to be found when the bodyguard checks in a few minutes later." Ugh. Guys are so predictable. Maybe that's the point?<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"You're in hot pursuit. An enemy agent had infiltrated the American Embassy and made off with critical documents. You haven't had the opportunity to take a shot and they have just leapt from the roof of the embassy to the next rooftop and seem keen on parkouring from building to building to make good their escape."<</speech>> <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - Psyche Excitability]] $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 0>> "I follow after them. They've got to make the jumps before I do. I watch how they do it and follow their lead. Any misstep will lead to their injury or death and they'll need to slow up to make judgments that I won't." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Risky enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Excitability][$M1.eval5 = 1]] $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value gt 0>> "I immediately call in their location and heading. Then I'll continue using my vantage point to monitor and relay their progress. They won't be able to run up there forever, and hell, they might break their neck and do my work for me." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't --- enough. <<path [[M001 - Psyche Excitability][$M1.eval5 = 2]]>> "I take careful aim and fire. This is my last chance." <</crossroads>>
<<set $Dossier.testedExc = true>> <<if $M1.eval5 == 1>> <<speech "Alice">>"You're able to relay their last known location but soon they are out of sight. Without a pursuer, they can make careful escape. They do, documents in-hand." Sounds like we needed better security. Chalking this up to their fault, not mine.<</speech>> <<elseif $M1.eval5 == 2>> <<speech "Alice">>"It was your last chance and they had too much of a lead on you. Your shot ricochets off a skylight and they're gone, documents in-hand." Hey. I coulda made that shot. At least in my mind.<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Alice">>"It's frightening and an unsure pursuit, but you are able to gain on them, slowly but surely. Eventually, you're able to distract them with a few shots and it causes them to misstep. You're able to apprehend the documents from their mangled corpse in an alley." Vivid. Alright.<</speech>> <</if>> <br><br> She scribbled quickly, as she had during each of her short outros. Was she coming up with these on the fly? Were these standard questions, so easily rote for her? <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"There's a cartel that has made in-roads to the American South in a way that puts the Sinaloa to shame. You've managed to ingratiate yourself with a dealer that could prove the first rung in scaling the ladder. You are sitting in the backseat of his Volvo when he offers you the pipe of crystal for you to take--"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Meth?"<</speechPC>> Alice frowned, not liking the interruption or that I needed clarification. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - CaseOfficer PART Honeytrap]] $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 0>> "Hit that shit. Gotta get in while I have the chance." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Excitable enough. <<path [[M001 - CaseOfficer PART Honeytrap]] $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0>> "I'll let him lay some pipe instead. I won't say no to the meth right away, but distract him by undoing his pants." <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough. <<path [[M001 - CaseOfficer PART Honeytrap]]>> "I don't inhale." An easy answer, an easy shrug. <</crossroads>>
I sat there, waiting for her little epilogue, but got nothing. <br><br> Wordlessly, Angelo crossed to Alice and took the manila and pad from her. He passed, leaving the gym without so much as eye contact between them. The gym was deafeningly quiet now once the door swung closed behind him, shielding me from the sound of his retreating footsteps. <br><br> I looked up at her. She hadn't left. She hadn't said a thing. Yet, something about Angelo's departure made this all feel much more official and prepared than I had begun to assume. <<speech "Alice">>"Thank you, <<print $CC.name>>." Pretense had fallen away from her, but I was a bit reluctant to immediately believe her. She was a spy after all. "I truly mean it."<</speech>> The clack of her kitten heels on the hardwood silenced the overwhelming quiet and then she was sitting beside me, close in a way that felt so familiar, so female. Like a moment with <<print $CC.FName>> or something. I bristled a bit at my unconscious relaxation. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"That was a lot."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"And yet, not enough. And far less than what's coming your way. But still, you're right. It was a lot and I appreciate that you let us put you through the paces."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"You're welcome. I hope you got what you needed. I still have the job?"<</speechPC>> It came with a wry chuckle. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"You do."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"And do I get to know my evaluation? Was that like a D for diploma or an A for Agent?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>She smiled. It felt honest. "You don't. And we're not entirely done."<</speech>> <br><br> I nearly jumped off the bleachers, but barely restrained myself. I could feel her considering touching my hand as she felt me harden. She knew better than to try some bullshit comforting touch. She just looked at me. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Given the nature of what you're getting into, given the nature of the mission and the target, given that you're a woman in EROS, like me..."<</speech>> Now came the touch, fingers sliding to clasp my palm. My guard was down, I wanted the touch now. I applied pressure in response, <<speech "Alice">>"And it's not to say there aren't male agents in EROS who take on the kind of things that we do. But. The last test would break most people. Many would get angry at simply being asked -- furious. But we don't have that luxury. There will be times and moments that being as beautiful and attractive as you are, to move the mission forward, you'll be in positions where you need to be receptive to sex. Evaluating those moments will be integral to your success--"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Suck-sex."<</speechPC>> It was a bad joke, but I had to make it. I needed to take ownership on this in some way. <<speechPC>>"Yeah, Nate let me know it was 'part of the job.'"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Essentially. Yes."<</speech>> It was cold and emotionless. Coming from Nate, there had been a bit of 'maleness' and disregard of feminine value...past the sexual. From her...it made it all the more real. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"So if like, sex is on the table--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"You're not James Bond--"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Jane?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She ignored the joke, wasn't enjoying my attempts to cut the tension, <<speech "Alice">>"Or Austin Powers. Hell, even Bourne. The renditions in film and television are sexy, fun...and there are certainly agencies that utilize the Honeytrap and relationship approach to get close to their targets. For EROS, it's not some fringe 'benefit' or a tool in the toolbox. We're assigned to areas and missions where the other tools are mostly set aside in lieu of the sexual."<</speech>> <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Flies stuck in honey*/ <<speechPC>>"Got it."<</speechPC>> She nodded, eyes losing focusing. She'd been there and experienced exactly what she was explaining to me. And not just once, given her position in the organization. I wondered what she was remembering. And then she broke the silence, back with me all of a sudden, <<speech "Alice">>"I apologize. I don't mean to be harsh. But this is not our usual--"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Way of starting a mission or accepting a new agent. I know. So."<</speechPC>> I looked down at my feet, nudging the shellacked floor as if it were going to move, <<speechPC>>"What I was saying was, if like...sex is such a big deal. Don't you need to like, also do an evaluation of my body--my assets?"<</speechPC>> It was a half-joke, but I was surprised that it hadn't been a part of everything we had just done. <<skillChecked "Previous experience">> <<if $Memories.includes("TeenModel", "Model")>>Like I had done in castings before.<<else>>Like I imagined some models or actresses had to endure from time to time.<</if>> <br><br> The question clearly wasn't what she expected. It took her a moment to respond, some calculation happening inside that steel-trap mind of hers. A slight shift of her head, a little cough and a small smile, <<speech "Alice">>"...We. Don't need to put you through that."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills["Perception"].value gt 1>>A chill ran down my spine: it's because they already //had// done the appraisal. Via other means. I wondered when and how. And who. It felt very violating.<<else>>There was clearly some reason for the way she responded and the thought behind it, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.<</if>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Well. That's good."<</speechPC>> She nodded, smile broadening, in agreement. <br><br> She laughed, squeezing my hand, tugging me slightly closer, <<speech "Alice">>"Now, just because I've said what I have said so far...that doesn't mean that sex is the //only// tool. There was a reason for all of this," she motioned at the vacant gym, "Sometimes it might __feel__ like you need to, but there is nothing to gain. Sometimes it's finding what there //is// to gain when there doesn't seem to be a way to avoid it. And sometimes it requires you to be the one to ''pursue'' it...to //make// an opportunity occur."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. I get it. I'm going to need to get fucked."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"I sincerely doubt there will be a way for you to avoid it. I wasn't able to." She shrugged.<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"How do you deal with that?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She laughed again, the question novel and intriguing to her, <<speech "Alice">>"I'm sure we all have our own ways. I don't really know what I've done. But to me, it's a part of the job."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"So, I'm whoring myself out for my country and...my mom?" My stomach lurched at the idea.<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Contextualizing it like that is probably not going to be useful for you...and is how most people would view it. You need to be different."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I get it. Nate had kind of implied as much."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"But he didn't come out and say it."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Eh, he did. But made it sound like more of a choice."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"It //is// a choice. But one you're making now. And in the moment when you evaluate the way forward and the outcomes. It's not a panacea. But it's one I can assure you -- at least from personal experience -- I needed to make. And did make."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"And I have the choice now?" She nodded. "No. I mean. For this test."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Right." She looked away, bemused. "Let's say that we're evaluating the result, not the outcome. I'm not prescribing anything in //particular//."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fine. So. How am I going to prove I can do this?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Angelo."<</speech>> <br><br> I coughed, eyes wide, jaw slack. <br><br> She stood, releasing my hand, <<speech "Alice">>"Come to my office tomorrow with evidence of your success."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"And __what__ exactly, would that be?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"I leave that up to you. You'll always be in the driver's seat to deliver. So, deliver, agent <<print $CC.surname>>."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Wait. Wait, wait, wait. He knew all of this--"<</speechPC>> I stood, arm flinging side to side at the gym-firing range-psych eval-fighting ring. <<speechPC>>"He's going to expect--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She turned on her heel, <<speech "Alice">>"Will he?" A sardonic smile. "Not ''all'' EROS agents are of the same echelon."<</speech>> The subtext that my evaluation was still underway was clear as day. She continued walking, leaving me alone with my [[thoughts|M001 - Honeytrap]].
Seduce Angelo? <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">> All of a sudden, I felt everything she had been talking about come crashing down upon me. Before, sex had been some intangible thing. Like porn that had been playing in my head with other actors, but now it coalesced into what was really going to be happening. I was going to be expected to fuck. Guys. A lot. <br><br> I felt the urge to vomit. It's not that this was some impossible task, but it was going to be massively displeasing. <br><br> They just weren't my bag. Whether or not they were attractive, I was going to have a hell of a task ahead of me each time that I had to pretend to want it. To go after it. To get some dick. <br><br> I swallowed it down, trying to fight the feeling of my sexuality withering inside of me. <br><br> <<else>> I //liked// men well enough, but to just have one specified for me, my preferences be damned...it felt demeaning. The reaction I had was surprisingly visceral: it was like I was a kid again and I had to go perform in front of the class, or go to some stupid adult party and play nice. So massively out of control, because they 'said so'. <br><br> I wondered how often it would be like this. Just texted or told who I had to go fuck, or if it would be more within my discretion. Or if I avoided what was necessary if this would happen all over again and I'd just be forced to put out for whomever they deemed necessarily. And who was on the other end of that decision? Men? Women? A mix? <br><br> The anger burned inside me at having lost control of something so intimate, so personal. <br><br> <</if>> They knew what they were doing. They knew me, in and out. And they probably knew they had to test these exact reactions. They probably knew exactly how I would feel about this and show me how fast and suddenly my sense of self needed to change. <br><br> They didn't pull any punches. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age == -2>> It was shocking to me that they were asking me to be a...sex agent -- is that what I would call it? At my age. Most people weren't comfortable with anyone being sexualized, let alone engaging in it. They didn't bat an eye. <br><br> <<elseif $Body.age == -1>> I wondered if it mattered ''where'' this mission was happening. I doubted that EROS agents were recruited at my age and put in the field. But maybe the Philippines had different laws and that's why they didn't bat an eye expecting me to do what I would have to do. <br><br> <</if>> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> <<if $Body.virgin == true>> And they knew -- //had// to know -- that I was still a virgin. <<if $Body.age == -2>> And it shouldn't have surprised them, at my age... <<elseif $Body.age == -1>> Sure, there were girls my age that weren't...more than were virgins like me, but still... <<elseif $Body.age == 0>> Yeah, I know I was far behind the eight-ball compared to like, most girls my age... <<else>> I was certainly no spring chicken. It probably surprised them that I had gone this far without sex with anyone. I wondered if they judged me the way that all the other people in my life certainly did... <</if>> <br><br> <<else>> At least they weren't asking me to do something I had never done before...like some of those tests. I had notches in my belt...which, maybe it was a reason they were comfortable expecting this of me. <br><br> <<if $Body.age == -2>> Maybe that's why they were so chill about the whole situation: asking a girl with the years under my belt to hop into bed with people -- because I already had people under my belt. I guess that made sense...they weren't 'breaking' anything. <<elseif $Body.age == -1>> I wondered what my Mom would think -- Dad too -- of me being recruited and knowingly being thrown into sexual situations at my age...and it wouldn't be with my contemporaries either. <<elseif $Body.age == 0>> I wondered if Mom had started at my age...if it was better to start it all earlier and take advantage of youth. Would an older me have said yes? I'd be more experienced with the whole sex thing, but...worn out? <<else>> Maybe that's why they had taken until now to put me in this position -- they wanted me to get the experience under my belt, to be able to be 'consenting' -- whatever that meant. <</if>>. <br><br> <</if>> <br><br> The mental image of him was already front and center, and certainly he wasn't an unattractive man, but had I thought about him in any sexual context? <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho')>> Beyond my normal wanting dick and he was in my field of view? No. <<else>> No. <</if>> Was he going to be expecting this? Had other agents been 'tested' on him? Did he know this was part and parcel of the testing process? How was I going to 'prove' success? A used condom? And that necessitated sleeping with him, which she didn't say I //had// to. So if not, then what. <br><br> I was already in the hallway heading back to the office. Seeing the door had begun to take on myriad flavors and I'd only been here for a couple days: becoming an agent, Nate disappearing, having to sexually manipulate the man on the other side...It wasn't exactly the Neapolitan ice cream flavor variety that tasted good. But did Neapolitan usually? I cleared my throat, standing beside the door, trying to come up with an approach. <br><br> But there were too many variables to decide. Ignoring the shake of my hand, I twisted the handle and stepped inside, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He looked like a small mountain, hunched over the desk and switching from the legal pad to the manila folder. His left hand converting Alice's notes into something formal. He grunted, mid-sentence and not wanting to distract himself. <br><br> I didn't interrupt, moving quietly into the chair opposite, waiting for him to finish. The silence in the room pounded in my ears: the reason for me being there drawing every second I waited into an eternity. I tried to refocus myself, read him for any clues. <br><br> He seemed unperturbed by my appearance and besides the grunt had no reaction. That either meant he was ready and waiting for me to make my pass, or he was completely unaware. I had to hope for the latter. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A big, meaty hand ontop of a manila folder */ <br><br> He flipped the manila cover closed and looked up from me, one of his meaty hands spread across the legal pad as if to obscure anything from me, <<speech "Angelo">>"Sorry about dat. At least I knew the day of my test. And had some idea of what was comin'."<</speech>> His accent had muted from the previous day. Playing up the Filipino angle when I thought he was just some guy at RedDoorz? <br><br> <<speechPC>>"It's okay, I guess. I passed?"<</speechPC>> I flashed a smile. And then I felt it: my self-consciousness about the situation. Was that a smile of friendliness? Attraction? Interest? How was he reading it? Should I shift? Would he notice? <br><br> He sighed and leaned back in the chair, which complained with a ancient squeak. His palm patted against the legal pad, <<speech "Angelo">>"You're on the job. How's that sound?"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Scary."<</speechPC>> I saw a flutter in his eyes, possibly concern. Okay, maybe I had an opening. Decision time: <br><br> <div id="Angelo"> <<crossroads #Angelo>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 0 || $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value lte 1>> I wasn't an EROS agent, yet -- maybe ever. My only way to get what I needed was between my legs. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy or unConfident enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> If Alice was testing me, she wanted to see me use //all// the [[goods|M001 - Honeytrap PART Sex]]. <<path>> If I was being tested as an agent, might as well try to lure him like an agent. No need to actually fuck him. <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> She was testing me but that meant showing I didn't need to resort to sex straight [[away|M001 - Honeytrap PART Wiles]]. <<path>> Who said sex had to be involved? Just had to trick him. Didn't need to use my body. <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> She was testing me but that meant showing I didn't need to resort to sex straight [[away|M001 - Honeytrap PART Deception]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<skillChecked "Bodycount">> <<if $bodies.length lte 10>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> What the //fuck// was I doing? What was Alice asking of me?! And...I was doing it. Sure, it was manipulation, using power that //I// had, but it wasn't the same kind of power that men tended to have. That ''Alice'' had over me. I had to give of myself, trade my body to potentially get what I wanted. <br><br> It was like I was blackmailing myself. And I wanted to cry. <br><br> <</if>> I let my emotions bubble up. They were real, but I needed them in the moment, draw him to me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Performance" "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gte 7>> <<set $People['AI'].Angelo.rel += 3>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<face ahego>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Oh, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> He shifted in the chair, lifting from it and coming around the desk to me. <<speech "Angelo">>"That was unfair," He sat on the front edge of the desk, "of Alice," leaning forward -- his eyes checking down my top, "of Nate--" his broad hands on either of my shoulders.<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Of my mom..."<</speechPC>> My head dropped against his chest. I let a shudder run through me. It was tension that had been building up at the idea of doing this, but I let him believe it was something else. I could feel him breathing against my hair, taking in my scent and my hands pulled slightly on his arms, guiding him closer, tighter, nearer. <br><br> He responded instantly, his lizard brain kicking in. His broad arms encircled me and pulled me against him. I tilted my chin slightly to make eye contact and I could see the desire in his eyes. He, on the other hand, was checking to see if I was too upset or if he was crossing a line -- I stopped that consideration instantly. My chin lifted higher and my lips met his. They were fleshier than mine, but soft. I could feel him initially freeze as his internal struggle continued, but I pressed myself against him, letting him feel my feminine curves and let the tip of my tongue begin to probe at his mouth. <br><br> Accepting, his hands dropped down my back to my ass, taking each cheek and squeezing. It was the first overtly sexual thing he had done, but with that, I knew we were on the right path. <br><br> Now that he was in the bag, my brain shifted over to figuring out how I was going to extricate myself with what I needed. They were on the desk, so he was still between me and him. Sex was //involved//, but he'd notice if I pulled out a paper bag and started collating papers while he was thrusting. Step one was going well, but I wouldn't call this a home run, yet. <br><br> Shit. My distraction had him easing back. I could feel the pressure against my mouth waning, so I reasserted myself, hands dropping to the athletic pants he was wearing and working the waistband outward. I felt predatory, practically forcing myself on him. It certainly was an odd sensation not to have him pawing away at me, to be in the driver's seat so firmly, while also not being super-aroused. <br><br> Still, the release of his manhood got him back on track. The polyester slid down his trunks of his thighs and I felt his pecker swing out to say hi against my clothes and skin. It felt weighty. I had to check. Oh. He was endowed. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> My thought became words, looking at it rise with his bloodflow. <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"It okay?"<</speech>> I could hear both a sense of pride but also could tell he'd had some instances where his size hadn't been a win. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah, you're just going to have to get me ready."<</speechPC>> I laughed. It was a perfect opportunity. Moving around him was like skirting a gate with an arm that raised, and then I was up on the desk, making sure I was half on the documents in question while I hiked my skirt up. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Chest size">> <<if ["huge", "extralarge","large"].includes($Body.tits)>> He pulled firmly up on my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>>. My arms were entangled and I squealed a bit as what he was doing was making it hard to do what //I// was doing. But then my top came off and he dove in, the cock smacking against my lower stomach, hinting at the depth that would be coming. His hands were at my sides as he shoved his head down against my breasts. And he was ''hungry'' for them. <br><br> <<if $CC.braless == true>> I felt a shudder of his excitement against my tits, making them jiggle, as he found them already free. <<else>> His lips kissed and nipped at the bare flesh around my bra, his hands sliding up my sides to my back, wrestling for the clasp which came off <<link "instantly">><<bra>><</link>>. <</if>> <br><br> He latched onto one of my nipples and sucked hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. It was like he was nursing. I could tell he absolutely loved the pair that I had, his hands caressing the cup-size -- my own form of endowment that he was excited to get a piece of. Softly I panted, holding his head while he suckled and nursed, switching back and forth and making my nipples absolutely //rock// hard. <br><br> Still, as arousing and pleasing as this was -- feeling this wanted, too, was quite a welcome surprise -- it wasn't going to do the trick. <<else>> His eyes gave a quick -- disappointed? -- look down at my chest under my top as his hand dropped between my thighs, the meaty palm grabbing between them and grinding flat and up and down feeling my heat. Something felt a little...off. The intense passion had dropped off a bit, so I grabbed his free hand and pulled it to my mouth, playfully licking and sucking one of his hotdog fingers, eyes up to make contact with his. <br><br> It did the trick. I saw a rekindling in his eyes, a pulse and tap-tap of his cock against my leg and stomach while he pressed harder at my pussy. We maintained the complete eye contact as he rubbed and stroked my soaking slit. It felt good and it was certainly arousing, but I didn't want another abatement in his horniness. I needed to distract and redirect him before that happened. I gave one deep suck and twist on his forefinger before pulling back with tight suction and a flutter of my tongue. <</if>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"No, I really mean...get me ''ready''."<</speechPC>> I laughed, leaning back and encouraging him down between my open thighs. <br><br> He didn't need much encouragement, diving between my thighs <<if $Body.undies !== "Commando">>to tug my underwear <<link "off">><<panties>><</link>><<else>>where I heard a grunt of surprise, seeing my pussy already on display<</if>> and then he dove right in. I felt the fleshy broad lips make contact with my own lips and couldn't help but arch my back. My mind went blank, losing the thread of acquiring the documents as the wetness and breadth of his tongue slid slowly and firmly along my crotch. Hints of his mouth made contact, but mostly it was the pressure that sent a shudder down my spine. My feet lifted, kicking wide in the office as my hands grasped tightly into his scalp and pushed him in and ''down''. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<skillChecked "Fertility">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> The full contact, the broad swath of his tongue, and his apparent skill was too much for me. I have no idea where different parts of my body went as it felt like I instantly exploded. Gone were the thoughts of the dossier as my body contorted on the desk. Alice's? Nate's? EROS'? <br><br> And the peak wasn't singular, I don't think. He didn't stop when he felt me going over the edge. He redoubled his efforts and my orgasms began to <<shake 3s>>overlap<</shake>>. <br><br> I began to feel my body complaining, that I couldn't take any more, that I was going to __die__ if this didn't stop. <br><br> And it did. I came too, slumped back on the desk, panting and watching the ceiling heave. He was leaning up and over me, a finger to his moist and sticky lips, "Shh!" He couldn't help but chuckle slightly as he admonished me. <br><br> I nodded, laughing too. I took this moment to reach under my ass and tug -- as if the manila and legal pad was uncomfortable to be fucked on -- and yanked it out from under me and onto the floor beside the desk, as close as I could manage. <<speechPC>>"They teach you that in basic?"<</speechPC>> He smiled, unwrapping a condom as he stood between my trembling thighs, <<speech "Angelo">>"No. It's not like there's sex training."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Kinks and Fertility">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>> Seeing the prophylactic, especially with the flood of endorphins running through my brain at that moment, pained me, <<speechPC>>"Really?"<</speechPC>> I reached out, gently trying to push it away from his cock. <<if $Body.fertile == false>><<speechPC>>"You know I'm on--"<</speechPC>><</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Sex training one oh one. Always protect yourself if possible."<</speech>> He pressed it over his girthy shaft despite my plaintive attempts to stop him. <<else>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> It was a wonderful sensation to be both taken //care// of like he just did and also have a guy be careful. He knew full well the risks and wasn't going to take any of them. Well, more than we already were. I let my legs lightly curl around his waist as I watched him press it over his girthy shaft. <<else>> A condom. And he knew I was on birth control...It was a wonderful sensation to be both taken //care// of like he just did and also have a guy be careful. He knew full well the risks and wasn't going to take any of them. Well, more than we already were. I let my legs lightly curl around his waist as I watched him press it over his girthy shaft. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> While he was taking the longer-than-usual time to apply protection, I started to think of my exit plan. The documents were right //there//. How would we finish off in such a way that I could grab them and go? <br><br> And then he was against my entrance and pressing forward. <<else>> I had never experienced a guy eating me out like this. My brain exploded in pleasure instantaneously that was nearly overwhelming. The contact was //full// -- the broad swath of his tongue, his incredible skill, and those big lips grabbed and tugged at my own. I squealed out, losing track of why I was there as I experienced something that was too good to ignore. <br><br> I shuddered and squirmed, muscles in my hands and arms fully engaged as I pulled him against me, as if I could get him to eat me deeper, better, bigger. I was huffing out half gasps and grunts and spots appeared in front of my eyes, obscuring the office and my feet hanging in the air as I was devoured. <br><br> If he kept going at it like this, I was going to cum and ''hard''...and if that happened, who knew if I'd be able to keep on task. I needed to stop this and quickly. I reached underneath myself, shifting one cheek up -- as if the manila and legal pad was uncomfortable to be fucked on -- and yanked it out from under me and onto the floor beside the desk. As close as I could manage. Then I fought my body's desire to have him keep going and pushed him back. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"They teach you that in basic?"<</speechPC>> He smiled, unwrapping a condom as he stood between my trembling thighs, <<speech "Angelo">>"No. It's not like there's sex training."<</speech>> <<skillChecked "Fertility and Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>> Seeing the prophylactic, especially with the flood of endorphins running through my brain at that moment, pained me, <<speechPC>>"Really?"<</speechPC>> I reached out, gently trying to push it away from his cock. <<if $Body.fertile == false>><<speechPC>>"You know I'm on--"<</speechPC>><</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Sex training one oh one. Always protect yourself if possible."<</speech>> He pressed it over his girthy shaft despite my plaintive attempts to stop him. <<else>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> It was a wonderful sensation to be both taken //care// of like he just did and also have a guy be careful. He knew full well the risks and wasn't going to take any of them. Well, more than we already were. I let my legs lightly curl around his waist as I watched him press it over his girthy shaft. <<else>> A condom. And he knew I was on birth control...It was a wonderful sensation to be both taken //care// of like he just did and also have a guy be careful. He knew full well the risks and wasn't going to take any of them. Well, more than we already were. I let my legs lightly curl around his waist as I watched him press it over his girthy shaft. <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> While he was taking the longer-than-usual time to apply protection, I started to think of my exit plan. The documents were right //there//. How would we finish off in such a way that I could grab them and go? <br><br> And then he was against my entrance and pressing forward. <</if>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> /* IMAGE (Needed): A massively overstuffed package, breaking at the seams */ <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>> Oh. GOD. <br><br> I don't know if I yelled that out or not, but I think he could tell because he immediately stopped applying pressure, <<speech "Angelo">>"Y-you okay?"<</speech>> The gritted teeth response of, <<speechPC>>"--Yeah."<</speechPC>> Probably didn't sell it. I don't think I had ever experienced a guy that was too big. Even with how prepared he had gotten me, how we were each built felt immediately incompatible. <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Should I...?" His eyebrows raised, looking to me for guidance.<</speech>> The sharp memory of how it had just felt with him trying to enter was fresh in my mind, and despite that I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, sokay. You're just huge."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Too big?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just..."<</speechPC>> I reached down, grabbing the ensheathed meat and bringing it back to meet me. I couldn't help but look down, especially as the piercing sensation shot through my core. Despite how solidly that cock was built, it bent as it pressed my mound inward. He grunted. I held my breath. The head bucked off my slit a few times and gave me a slight jolt of pleasure as it bumped over my nub and a momentary relief when I could breathe. He tried a couple more times, each with a longer look to me for approval. <br><br> And then...It was DOA. <<speech "Angelo">>"I...I can't." He was shaking his head, backing off, ashamed. "I don't want to hurt you."<</speech>> His eyes were shielded from me...it was the perfect moment! <br><br> I nodded and slid quickly off the desk, <<speechPC>>"I'm sorry. I feel bad, but I'm starting to realize..."<</speechPC>> I dropped to my knees, grabbing my discarded clothing...and the manila and legal pad. <<speechPC>>"Maybe we shouldn't have been doing this. I was stupid."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Oh. Yeah. Um...please don't say anything--"<</speech>> There. My naked body and own 'shame' was doing the work of protecting him from seeing what I was carrying. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I won't. It was my fault anyway."<</speechPC>> I shook my head and waved his worried off, shuffling to the door, <<speechPC>>"One sec."<</speechPC>> And then I ducked out. <br><br> A half-naked shuffle down the hallway (that was thankfully empty) and I made it to a bathroom to <<link "put my clothes back on">><<outfit default>><</link>>. Shit. I didn't have anywhere or anything to hide these things in...so I'd just have to use embarassment as an excuse. <br><br> With the 'package' behind my back, I came back to the door and peeked in slightly with a sheepish smile. <<speechPC>>"Uh hey. I'm..."<</speechPC>> He was looking around, probably for what I had. He couldn't make eye contact and wasn't putting two and two together, <<speech "Angelo">>"Yeah. Okay."<</speech>> I nodded, taking whatever chance I could get away to the bank. I ducked back out and quickly headed down the hallway, hitting the stairs with a happy sigh of relief. <br><br> I had [[done it|M001 - Success]]. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy')>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> Oh. GOD. <br><br> I don't know if I yelled that out or not, but I think he could tell because he immediately stopped applying pressure, <<speech "Angelo">>"Y-you okay?"<</speech>> The gritted teeth response of, <<speechPC>>"--Yeah."<</speechPC>> Probably didn't sell it. I don't think I had ever experienced a guy that was too big. Even with how prepared he had gotten me, how we were each built felt immediately incompatible. <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Should I...?"<</speech>> His eyebrows raised, looking to me for guidance. <br><br> The sharp memory of how it had just felt with him trying to enter was fresh in my mind, and despite that I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, sokay. You're just huge."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Too big?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just..."<</speechPC>> I reached down, grabbing the ensheathed meat and bringing it back to meet me. I couldn't help but look down, especially as the piercing sensation shot through my core. Despite how solidly that cock was built, it bent as it pressed my mound inward. He grunted. I held my breath. The head bucked off my slit a few times and gave me a slight jolt of pleasure as it bumped over my nub and a momentary relief when I could breathe. He tried a couple more times, each with a longer look to me for approval. <br><br> I nodded each time. I felt the slight give. This wouldn't be //ideal//, but it __would__ work. I pulled at his shirt with one hand, the tension in it belying the sensation I was fighting, my eyes stuck down between my legs. Most men would have watched too, enjoying the view, but he was rapt on me and I was more curious and careful than lustful in my gaze too. <br><br> And then, like I knew it would, it started to go innnn. <br><br> What was outside pushed inside, but he was going in too. I felt the spreading, the shifting, the penetration. And then the <<shake 1s>>POP<</shake>>. <br><br> I lost vision for a second and when it came back, everything looked more normal -- absolutely //STUFFED// and spread -- but he was also sinking up inside my much easier, disappearing inside of me. It was so full. FUCK. SO full. With every inch that went in, the thought echoed through my brain. <br><br> The internal (literally) conflict was ''in''__sane__. I wondered if my organs would return to their normal position after this. I felt the pressure of his spongy but huge head pushing up at my insides so deeply, my diaphragm was having trouble doing the work it needed to do to make me breathe. Could I be the first suffocation from vaginal sex? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> And I <<shake 10s>>CAME<</shake>>. <br><br> Just putting his dick in me was more than enough. <br><br> I literally can't recall a single thing else. Time lost all bounds, number of peaks and how long they lasted were completely lost to me until he was done. Was it sudden? Was it a marathon? I had no clue. <br><br> My legs were shaking and quivering, hanging loosely off the desk in the air on either side of his hips as he huffed, hands grasping tightly at my chest and enjoying his own orgasm. <br><br> I breathed raggedly as I felt the pulse and lift of his giant cock inside me. If I wanted to do anything right now, I couldn't. Pinned on the desk, stuffed to what felt like the absolute limits of my core and //well// fucked. <br><br> I was glad that I had already done what I needed to do, because I doubted my body could do __anything__ right now. <br><br> He grunted a final time and then slowly extracted himself with me. It was careful not just because that was his M.O., but also because of both of our sensitivity. All the same, my body bucked and twitched slightly. He made a number of cute noises and stopped suddenly a few times before he was finally free, leaving me feel more vacant than I had ever felt before. Would I have a literal hole between my legs forever now? <br><br> He turned to pull the condom free, <<speech "Angelo">>"I should..."<</speech>> deciding against the waste bin in the office. <br><br> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"I'll get dressed...and I should..."<</speechPC>> He nodded, pulling his pants up sheepishly while holding the heavily loaded large condom delicately between his fingers. <br><br> He nodded firmly, quickly, <<speech "Angelo">>"Yeah. Um. Please...don't say anything."<</speech>> I couldn't agree more. And it was a good enough excuse to make my exit. I smiled soft and kindly and watched him leave, as if I needed to be alone to put my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit default>><</link>>. Which I did quickly, grabbing what I needed as my hands barely felt like they could keep a hold on anything. <br><br> And then I was out the door. I'm sure I looked like an obviously-fucked mess. I could feel the stickiness of sweat and fluids, the disarray and wrinkle of my clothing, the heat still emanating between my thighs and from my face and chest. I was glad the hallway was empty. Not only because I was clutching the docs to me like they were a newborn baby and he could possibly catch me...but also because I was not sure I wanted to be seen on my walk of shame, even by people who weren't actually my fellow students. <br><br> I hit the stairwell with a deep sigh of relief. Either I had been super quick, or he was taking his time...or he was giving me the space I wanted. I got out of [[there|M001 - Success]]. <<else>> He held deeply, leaning forward and putting his hands right on my chest, squeezing tightly at my tits. His eyes unfocused, feeling the full entry, feeling the flesh of my breasts. <br><br> And I was feeling him too, every heartbeat seemed to ripple through my body, each flex and tension of his penis within me was clear as day. Even with the condom, it seemed I could feel every bit of his shaft. <br><br> Then he began to thrust. My hips complained slightly at how far I had to keep my thighs open for him, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. My cervix -- and what felt like my uterus -- complained as he pushed in. It was gentle each time, but still they complained to me. I cooed uncontrollably as I was filled slowly, methodically on the table. It felt like a climax was right //there// on the verge, being teased with each inward stroke of his cock. It was like he was edging me while I could tell he was at the edge himself. I wondered how difficult it was for him to hold back given his size. <br><br> But he did hold back. <br><br> I...did not. <br><br> <<speechPC>><<shake 5s>>"Ahhhhh!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> The climax that had been waiting ripped through me, my full body engaging as best it could, held down against the desk while he pumped. Fire burned in my brain as it pulsated and spread through me: a welcome, huge orgasm. <br><br> And then it ended. He had stopped thrusting, breathing heavily and looking down at me and my dumb smile, <<speech "Angelo">>"Shhhh!"<</speech>> He smiled awkwardly and shook his head. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"S..sorry. You're gonna hafta be quick then. I don't know if I can control myself."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Not how I usually do this."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Well, well, well...skilled lover, huh."<</speechPC>> He smiled proudly, then his eyes unfocused again and he gave a shove forward, then quickly a slight pull back and shoved forward again. <br><br> I felt the blooming of another, bigger orgasm spread with the first and spread further with the second, but he was cumming before it came. <br><br> My legs were shaking and quivering, hanging loosely off the desk in the air on either side of his hips as he huffed, hands grasping tightly at my chest and enjoying his own orgasm. <br><br> I breathed raggedly as I felt the pulse and lift of his giant cock inside me. If I wanted to do anything right now, I couldn't. Pinned on the desk, stuffed to what felt like the absolute limits of my core and //well// fucked. <br><br> I was glad that I had already done what I needed to do, because I doubted my body could do __anything__ right now. <br><br> He grunted a final time and then slowly extracted himself with me. It was careful not just because that was his M.O., but also because of both of our sensitivity. All the same, my body bucked and twitched slightly. He made a number of cute noises and stopped suddenly a few times before he was finally free, leaving me feel more vacant than I had ever felt before. Would I have a literal hole between my legs forever now? <br><br> He turned to pull the condom free, <<speech "Angelo">>"I should..."<</speech>> deciding against the waste bin in the office. <br><br> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"I'll get dressed...and I should..."<</speechPC>> He nodded, pulling his pants up sheepishly while holding the heavily loaded large condom delicately between his fingers. <br><br> He nodded firmly, quickly, <<speech "Angelo">>"Yeah. Um. Please...don't say anything."<</speech>> I couldn't agree more. And it was a good enough excuse to make my exit. I smiled soft and kindly and watched him leave, as if I needed to be alone to put my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit default>><</link>>. Which I did quickly, grabbing what I needed as my hands barely felt like they could keep a hold on anything. <br><br> And then I was out the door. I'm sure I looked like an obviously-fucked mess. I could feel the stickiness of sweat and fluids, the disarray and wrinkle of my clothing, the heat still emanating between my thighs and from my face and chest. I was glad the hallway was empty. Not only because I was clutching the docs to me like they were a newborn baby and he could possibly catch me...but also because I was not sure I wanted to be seen on my walk of shame, even by people who weren't actually my fellow students. <br><br> I hit the stairwell with a deep sigh of relief. Either I had been super quick, or he was taking his time...or he was giving me the space I wanted. I got out of [[there|M001 - Success]]. <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> Oh. GOD. <br><br> I don't know if I yelled that out or not, but I think he could tell because he immediately stopped applying pressure, <<speech "Angelo">>"Y-you okay?"<</speech>> The gritted teeth response of, <<speechPC>>"--Yeah."<</speechPC>> Probably didn't sell it. I don't think I had ever experienced a guy that was too big. Even with how prepared he had gotten me, how we were each built felt immediately incompatible. <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Should I...?" His eyebrows raised, looking to me for guidance.<</speech>> The sharp memory of how it had just felt with him trying to enter was fresh in my mind, and despite that I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, sokay. You're just huge."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Too big?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just..."<</speechPC>> I reached down, grabbing the ensheathed meat and bringing it back to meet me. I couldn't help but look down, especially as the piercing sensation shot through my core. Despite how solidly that cock was built, it bent as it pressed my mound inward. He grunted. I held my breath. The head bucked off my slit a few times and gave me a slight jolt of pleasure as it bumped over my nub and a momentary relief when I could breathe. He tried a couple more times, each with a longer look to me for approval. <br><br> I focused on relaxing, on opening for him, my eyes stuck down between my legs. Most men would have watched too, enjoying the view, but he was rapt on me and I was more curious and careful than lustful in my gaze too. <br><br> That did the trick. He was disappearing, and so was I. <br><br> What was outside pushed inside, but he was going in too. I felt the spreading, the shifting, the penetration. And then the <<shake 1s>>POP<</shake>>. <br><br> I lost vision for a second and when it came back, everything looked more normal -- absolutely //STUFFED// and spread -- but he was also sinking up inside my much easier, disappearing inside of me. It was so full. FUCK. SO full. With every inch that went in, the thought echoed through my brain. <br><br> The internal (literally) conflict was ''in''__sane__. I wondered if my organs would return to their normal position after this. I felt the pressure of his spongy but huge head pushing up at my insides so deeply, my diaphragm was having trouble doing the work it needed to do to make me breathe. Could I be the first suffocation from vaginal sex? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> And I <<shake 10s>>CAME<</shake>>. <br><br> Just putting his dick in me was more than enough. <br><br> I literally can't recall a single thing else. Time lost all bounds, number of peaks and how long they lasted were completely lost to me until he was done. Was it sudden? Was it a marathon? I had no clue. <br><br> My legs were shaking and quivering, hanging loosely off the desk in the air on either side of his hips as he huffed, hands grasping tightly at my chest and enjoying his own orgasm. <br><br> I breathed raggedly as I felt the pulse and lift of his giant cock inside me. If I wanted to do anything right now, I couldn't. Pinned on the desk, stuffed to what felt like the absolute limits of my core and //well// fucked. <br><br> I was glad that I had already done what I needed to do, because I doubted my body could do __anything__ right now. <br><br> He grunted a final time and then slowly extracted himself with me. It was careful not just because that was his M.O., but also because of both of our sensitivity. All the same, my body bucked and twitched slightly. He made a number of cute noises and stopped suddenly a few times before he was finally free, leaving me feel more vacant than I had ever felt before. Would I have a literal hole between my legs forever now? <br><br> He turned to pull the condom free, <<speech "Angelo">>"I should..."<</speech>> deciding against the waste bin in the office. <br><br> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"I'll get dressed...and I should..."<</speechPC>> He nodded, pulling his pants up sheepishly while holding the heavily loaded large condom delicately between his fingers. <br><br> He nodded firmly, quickly, <<speech "Angelo">>"Yeah. Um. Please...don't say anything."<</speech>> I couldn't agree more. And it was a good enough excuse to make my exit. I smiled soft and kindly and watched him leave, as if I needed to be alone to put my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit default>><</link>>. Which I did quickly, grabbing what I needed as my hands barely felt like they could keep a hold on anything. <br><br> And then I was out the door. I'm sure I looked like an obviously-fucked mess. I could feel the stickiness of sweat and fluids, the disarray and wrinkle of my clothing, the heat still emanating between my thighs and from my face and chest. I was glad the hallway was empty. Not only because I was clutching the docs to me like they were a newborn baby and he could possibly catch me...but also because I was not sure I wanted to be seen on my walk of shame, even by people who weren't actually my fellow students. <br><br> I hit the stairwell with a deep sigh of relief. Either I had been super quick, or he was taking his time...or he was giving me the space I wanted. I got out of [[there|M001 - Success]]. <<else>> He held deeply, leaning forward and putting his hands right on my chest, squeezing tightly at my tits. His eyes unfocused, feeling the full entry, feeling the flesh of my breasts. <br><br> And I was feeling him too, every heartbeat seemed to ripple through my body, each flex and tension of his penis within me was clear as day. Even with the condom, it seemed I could feel every bit of his shaft. <br><br> Then he began to thrust. My hips complained slightly at how far I had to keep my thighs open for him, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. My cervix -- and what felt like my uterus -- complained as he pushed in. It was gentle each time, but still they complained to me. I cooed uncontrollably as I was filled slowly, methodically on the table. It felt like a climax was right //there// on the verge, being teased with each inward stroke of his cock. It was like he was edging me while I could tell he was at the edge himself. I wondered how difficult it was for him to hold back given his size. <br><br> But he did hold back. <br><br> I...did not. <br><br> <<speechPC>><<shake 5s>>"Ahhhhh!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> The climax that had been waiting ripped through me, my full body engaging as best it could, held down against the desk while he pumped. Fire burned in my brain as it pulsated and spread through me: a welcome, huge orgasm. <br><br> And then it ended. He had stopped thrusting, breathing heavily and looking down at me and my dumb smile, <<speech "Angelo">>"Shhhh!"<</speech>> He smiled awkwardly and shook his head. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"S..sorry. You're gonna hafta be quick then. I don't know if I can control myself."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Not how I usually do this."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Well, well, well...skilled lover, huh."<</speechPC>> He smiled proudly, then his eyes unfocused again and he gave a shove forward, then quickly a slight pull back and shoved forward again. <br><br> I felt the blooming of another, bigger orgasm spread with the first and spread further with the second, but he was cumming before it came. <br><br> My legs were shaking and quivering, hanging loosely off the desk in the air on either side of his hips as he huffed, hands grasping tightly at my chest and enjoying his own orgasm. <br><br> I breathed raggedly as I felt the pulse and lift of his giant cock inside me. If I wanted to do anything right now, I couldn't. Pinned on the desk, stuffed to what felt like the absolute limits of my core and //well// fucked. <br><br> I was glad that I had already done what I needed to do, because I doubted my body could do __anything__ right now. <br><br> He grunted a final time and then slowly extracted himself with me. It was careful not just because that was his M.O., but also because of both of our sensitivity. All the same, my body bucked and twitched slightly. He made a number of cute noises and stopped suddenly a few times before he was finally free, leaving me feel more vacant than I had ever felt before. Would I have a literal hole between my legs forever now? <br><br> He turned to pull the condom free, <<speech "Angelo">>"I should..."<</speech>> deciding against the waste bin in the office. <br><br> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"I'll get dressed...and I should..."<</speechPC>> He nodded, pulling his pants up sheepishly while holding the heavily loaded large condom delicately between his fingers. <br><br> He nodded firmly, quickly, <<speech "Angelo">>"Yeah. Um. Please...don't say anything."<</speech>> I couldn't agree more. And it was a good enough excuse to make my exit. I smiled soft and kindly and watched him leave, as if I needed to be alone to put my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit default>><</link>>. Which I did quickly, grabbing what I needed as my hands barely felt like they could keep a hold on anything. <br><br> And then I was out the door. I'm sure I looked like an obviously-fucked mess. I could feel the stickiness of sweat and fluids, the disarray and wrinkle of my clothing, the heat still emanating between my thighs and from my face and chest. I was glad the hallway was empty. Not only because I was clutching the docs to me like they were a newborn baby and he could possibly catch me...but also because I was not sure I wanted to be seen on my walk of shame, even by people who weren't actually my fellow students. <br><br> I hit the stairwell with a deep sigh of relief. Either I had been super quick, or he was taking his time...or he was giving me the space I wanted. I got out of [[there|M001 - Success]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> Oh. GOD. <br><br> I don't know if I yelled that out or not, but I think he could tell because he immediately stopped applying pressure, <<speech "Angelo">>"Y-you okay?"<</speech>> The gritted teeth response of, <<speechPC>>"--Yeah."<</speechPC>> Probably didn't sell it. I don't think I had ever experienced a guy that was too big. Even with how prepared he had gotten me, how we were each built felt immediately incompatible. <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Should I...?" His eyebrows raised, looking to me for guidance.<</speech>> The sharp memory of how it had just felt with him trying to enter was fresh in my mind, and despite that I nodded, <<speechPC>>"Yeah, sokay. You're just huge."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Too big?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Just..."<</speechPC>> I reached down, grabbing the ensheathed meat and bringing it back to meet me. I couldn't help but look down, especially as the piercing sensation shot through my core. Despite how solidly that cock was built, it bent as it pressed my mound inward. He grunted. I held my breath. <br><br> What was outside pushed inside, but he was going in too. I felt the spreading, the shifting, the penetration. And then the <<shake 1s>>POP<</shake>>. <br><br> I lost vision for a second and when it came back, everything looked more normal -- absolutely //STUFFED// and spread -- but he was also sinking up inside my much easier, disappearing inside of me. It was so full. FUCK. SO full. With every inch that went in, the thought echoed through my brain. <br><br> The internal (literally) conflict was ''in''__sane__. I wondered if my organs would return to their normal position after this. I felt the pressure of his spongy but huge head pushing up at my insides so deeply, my diaphragm was having trouble doing the work it needed to do to make me breathe. Could I be the first suffocation from vaginal sex? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> And I <<shake 10s>>CAME<</shake>>. <br><br> Just putting his dick in me was more than enough. <br><br> I literally can't recall a single thing else. Time lost all bounds, number of peaks and how long they lasted were completely lost to me until he was done. Was it sudden? Was it a marathon? I had no clue. <br><br> My legs were shaking and quivering, hanging loosely off the desk in the air on either side of his hips as he huffed, hands grasping tightly at my chest and enjoying his own orgasm. <br><br> I breathed raggedly as I felt the pulse and lift of his giant cock inside me. If I wanted to do anything right now, I couldn't. Pinned on the desk, stuffed to what felt like the absolute limits of my core and //well// fucked. <br><br> I was glad that I had already done what I needed to do, because I doubted my body could do __anything__ right now. <br><br> He grunted a final time and then slowly extracted himself with me. It was careful not just because that was his M.O., but also because of both of our sensitivity. All the same, my body bucked and twitched slightly. He made a number of cute noises and stopped suddenly a few times before he was finally free, leaving me feel more vacant than I had ever felt before. Would I have a literal hole between my legs forever now? <br><br> He turned to pull the condom free, <<speech "Angelo">>"I should..."<</speech>> deciding against the waste bin in the office. <br><br> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"I'll get dressed...and I should..."<</speechPC>> He nodded, pulling his pants up sheepishly while holding the heavily loaded large condom delicately between his fingers. <br><br> He nodded firmly, quickly, <<speech "Angelo">>"Yeah. Um. Please...don't say anything."<</speech>> I couldn't agree more. And it was a good enough excuse to make my exit. I smiled soft and kindly and watched him leave, as if I needed to be alone to put my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit default>><</link>>. Which I did quickly, grabbing what I needed as my hands barely felt like they could keep a hold on anything. <br><br> And then I was out the door. I'm sure I looked like an obviously-fucked mess. I could feel the stickiness of sweat and fluids, the disarray and wrinkle of my clothing, the heat still emanating between my thighs and from my face and chest. I was glad the hallway was empty. Not only because I was clutching the docs to me like they were a newborn baby and he could possibly catch me...but also because I was not sure I wanted to be seen on my walk of shame, even by people who weren't actually my fellow students. <br><br> I hit the stairwell with a deep sigh of relief. Either I had been super quick, or he was taking his time...or he was giving me the space I wanted. I got out of [[there|M001 - Success]]. <<else>> He held deeply, leaning forward and putting his hands right on my chest, squeezing tightly at my tits. His eyes unfocused, feeling the full entry, feeling the flesh of my breasts. <br><br> And I was feeling him too, every heartbeat seemed to ripple through my body, each flex and tension of his penis within me was clear as day. Even with the condom, it seemed I could feel every bit of his shaft. <br><br> Then he began to thrust. My hips complained slightly at how far I had to keep my thighs open for him, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. My cervix -- and what felt like my uterus -- complained as he pushed in. It was gentle each time, but still they complained to me. I cooed uncontrollably as I was filled slowly, methodically on the table. It felt like a climax was right //there// on the verge, being teased with each inward stroke of his cock. It was like he was edging me while I could tell he was at the edge himself. I wondered how difficult it was for him to hold back given his size. <br><br> But he did hold back. <br><br> I...did not. <br><br> <<speechPC>><<shake 5s>>"Ahhhhh!"<</shake>><</speechPC>>The climax that had been waiting ripped through me, my full body engaging as best it could, held down against the desk while he pumped. Fire burned in my brain as it pulsated and spread through me: a welcome, huge orgasm. <br><br> And then it ended. He had stopped thrusting, breathing heavily and looking down at me and my dumb smile, <<speech "Angelo">>"Shhhh!"<</speech>> He smiled awkwardly and shook his head. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"S..sorry. You're gonna hafta be quick then. I don't know if I can control myself."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Not how I usually do this."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Well, well, well...skilled lover, huh."<</speechPC>> He smiled proudly, then his eyes unfocused again and he gave a shove forward, then quickly a slight pull back and shoved forward again. <br><br> I felt the blooming of another, bigger orgasm spread with the first and spread further with the second, but he was cumming before it came. <br><br> My legs were shaking and quivering, hanging loosely off the desk in the air on either side of his hips as he huffed, hands grasping tightly at my chest and enjoying his own orgasm. <br><br> I breathed raggedly as I felt the pulse and lift of his giant cock inside me. If I wanted to do anything right now, I couldn't. Pinned on the desk, stuffed to what felt like the absolute limits of my core and //well// fucked. <br><br> I was glad that I had already done what I needed to do, because I doubted my body could do __anything__ right now. <br><br> He grunted a final time and then slowly extracted himself with me. It was careful not just because that was his M.O., but also because of both of our sensitivity. All the same, my body bucked and twitched slightly. He made a number of cute noises and stopped suddenly a few times before he was finally free, leaving me feel more vacant than I had ever felt before. Would I have a literal hole between my legs forever now? <br><br> He turned to pull the condom free, <<speech "Angelo">>"I should..."<</speech>> deciding against the waste bin in the office. <br><br> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"I'll get dressed...and I should..."<</speechPC>> He nodded, pulling his pants up sheepishly while holding the heavily loaded large condom delicately between his fingers. <br><br> He nodded firmly, quickly, <<speech "Angelo">>"Yeah. Um. Please...don't say anything."<</speech>> I couldn't agree more. And it was a good enough excuse to make my exit. I smiled soft and kindly and watched him leave, as if I needed to be alone to put my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit default>><</link>>. Which I did quickly, grabbing what I needed as my hands barely felt like they could keep a hold on anything. <br><br> And then I was out the door. I'm sure I looked like an obviously-fucked mess. I could feel the stickiness of sweat and fluids, the disarray and wrinkle of my clothing, the heat still emanating between my thighs and from my face and chest. I was glad the hallway was empty. Not only because I was clutching the docs to me like they were a newborn baby and he could possibly catch me...but also because I was not sure I wanted to be seen on my walk of shame, even by people who weren't actually my fellow students. <br><br> I hit the stairwell with a deep sigh of relief. Either I had been super quick, or he was taking his time...or he was giving me the space I wanted. I got out of [[there|M001 - Success]]. <</if>> <br><br> What was outside pushed inside, but he was going in too. I felt the spreading, the shifting, the penetration. And then the <<shake 1s>>POP<</shake>>. <br><br> I lost vision for a second and when it came back, everything looked more normal -- absolutely //STUFFED// and spread -- but he was also sinking up inside my much easier, disappearing inside of me. It was so full. FUCK. SO full. With every inch that went in, the thought echoed through my brain. <br><br> The internal (literally) conflict was ''in''__sane__. I wondered if my organs would return to their normal position after this. I felt the pressure of his spongy but huge head pushing up at my insides so deeply, my diaphragm was having trouble doing the work it needed to do to make me breathe. Could I be the first suffocation from vaginal sex? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> And I <<shake 10s>>CAME<</shake>>. <br><br> Just putting his dick in me was more than enough. <br><br> I literally can't recall a single thing else. Time lost all bounds, number of peaks and how long they lasted were completely lost to me until he was done. Was it sudden? Was it a marathon? I had no clue. <br><br> My legs were shaking and quivering, hanging loosely off the desk in the air on either side of his hips as he huffed, hands grasping tightly at my chest and enjoying his own orgasm. <br><br> I breathed raggedly as I felt the pulse and lift of his giant cock inside me. If I wanted to do anything right now, I couldn't. Pinned on the desk, stuffed to what felt like the absolute limits of my core and //well// fucked. <br><br> I was glad that I had already done what I needed to do, because I doubted my body could do __anything__ right now. <br><br> He grunted a final time and then slowly extracted himself with me. It was careful not just because that was his M.O., but also because of both of our sensitivity. All the same, my body bucked and twitched slightly. He made a number of cute noises and stopped suddenly a few times before he was finally free, leaving me feel more vacant than I had ever felt before. Would I have a literal hole between my legs forever now? <br><br> He turned to pull the condom free, <<speech "Angelo">>"I should..."<</speech>> deciding against the waste bin in the office. <br><br> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"I'll get dressed...and I should..."<</speechPC>> He nodded, pulling his pants up sheepishly while holding the heavily loaded large condom delicately between his fingers. <br><br> He nodded firmly, quickly, <<speech "Angelo">>"Yeah. Um. Please...don't say anything."<</speech>> I couldn't agree more. And it was a good enough excuse to make my exit. I smiled soft and kindly and watched him leave, as if I needed to be alone to put my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit default>><</link>>. Which I did quickly, grabbing what I needed as my hands barely felt like they could keep a hold on anything. <br><br> And then I was out the door. I'm sure I looked like an obviously-fucked mess. I could feel the stickiness of sweat and fluids, the disarray and wrinkle of my clothing, the heat still emanating between my thighs and from my face and chest. I was glad the hallway was empty. Not only because I was clutching the docs to me like they were a newborn baby and he could possibly catch me...but also because I was not sure I wanted to be seen on my walk of shame, even by people who weren't actually my fellow students. <br><br> I hit the stairwell with a deep sigh of relief. Either I had been super quick, or he was taking his time...or he was giving me the space I wanted. I got out of [[there|M001 - Success]]. <<else>> He held deeply, leaning forward and putting his hands right on my chest, squeezing tightly at my tits. His eyes unfocused, feeling the full entry, feeling the flesh of my breasts. <br><br> And I was feeling him too, every heartbeat seemed to ripple through my body, each flex and tension of his penis within me was clear as day. Even with the condom, it seemed I could feel every bit of his shaft. <br><br> Then he began to thrust. My hips complained slightly at how far I had to keep my thighs open for him, but there wasn't much choice in the matter. My cervix -- and what felt like my uterus -- complained as he pushed in. It was gentle each time, but still they complained to me. I cooed uncontrollably as I was filled slowly, methodically on the table. It felt like a climax was right //there// on the verge, being teased with each inward stroke of his cock. It was like he was edging me while I could tell he was at the edge himself. I wondered how difficult it was for him to hold back given his size. <br><br> But he did hold back. <br><br> I...did not. <br><br> <<speechPC>><<shake 5s>>"Ahhhhh!"<</shake>><</speechPC>> The climax that had been waiting ripped through me, my full body engaging as best it could, held down against the desk while he pumped. Fire burned in my brain as it pulsated and spread through me: a welcome, huge orgasm. <br><br> And then it ended. He had stopped thrusting, breathing heavily and looking down at me and my dumb smile, <<speech "Angelo">>"Shhhh!"<</speech>> He smiled awkwardly and shook his head. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"S..sorry. You're gonna hafta be quick then. I don't know if I can control myself."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Not how I usually do this."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Well, well, well...skilled lover, huh."<</speechPC>> He smiled proudly, then his eyes unfocused again and he gave a shove forward, then quickly a slight pull back and shoved forward again. <br><br> I felt the blooming of another, bigger orgasm spread with the first and spread further with the second, but he was cumming before it came. <br><br> My legs were shaking and quivering, hanging loosely off the desk in the air on either side of his hips as he huffed, hands grasping tightly at my chest and enjoying his own orgasm. <br><br> I breathed raggedly as I felt the pulse and lift of his giant cock inside me. If I wanted to do anything right now, I couldn't. Pinned on the desk, stuffed to what felt like the absolute limits of my core and //well// fucked. <br><br> I was glad that I had already done what I needed to do, because I doubted my body could do __anything__ right now. <br><br> He grunted a final time and then slowly extracted himself with me. It was careful not just because that was his M.O., but also because of both of our sensitivity. All the same, my body bucked and twitched slightly. He made a number of cute noises and stopped suddenly a few times before he was finally free, leaving me feel more vacant than I had ever felt before. Would I have a literal hole between my legs forever now? <br><br> He turned to pull the condom free, <<speech "Angelo">>"I should..."<</speech>> deciding against the waste bin in the office. <br><br> I nodded, <<speechPC>>"I'll get dressed...and I should..."<</speechPC>> He nodded, pulling his pants up sheepishly while holding the heavily loaded large condom delicately between his fingers. <br><br> He nodded firmly, quickly, <<speech "Angelo">>"Yeah. Um. Please...don't say anything."<</speech>> I couldn't agree more. And it was a good enough excuse to make my exit. I smiled soft and kindly and watched him leave, as if I needed to be alone to put my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit default>><</link>>. Which I did quickly, grabbing what I needed as my hands barely felt like they could keep a hold on anything. <br><br> And then I was out the door. I'm sure I looked like an obviously-fucked mess. I could feel the stickiness of sweat and fluids, the disarray and wrinkle of my clothing, the heat still emanating between my thighs and from my face and chest. I was glad the hallway was empty. Not only because I was clutching the docs to me like they were a newborn baby and he could possibly catch me...but also because I was not sure I wanted to be seen on my walk of shame, even by people who weren't actually my fellow students. <</if>> <</if>> Decision made, enough with the self- <<linkexpand "pity.">> pity. <br><br> I hit the stairwell with a deep sigh of relief. Either I had been super quick, or he was taking his time...or he was giving me the space I wanted. I got out of [[there|M001 - Success]]. <<vCardCheck "Angelo" M "Angelo, my Handler, handled him during my eval">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Confident -->> <<face angry runny>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Filing cabinet */ <<speech "Angelo">>"You...alright?"<</speech>> There was a slight shift in his chair, he almost came over to provide comfort, but he stopped himself. <<speechPC>>"Um. Yeah, I guess I've gotta be, right? I was just..."<</speechPC>> I lifted myself out of my chair, wiping my eyes and crossing to the window behind him. I needed to get closer to him if he wasn't going to get closer to me. <<speechPC>>"I guess...freaking out? Did you freak out the first time you went out on the field?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Well, of course. Never had to do what you're doing, though."<</speech>> He reached one of those long arms out to give me a little squeeze at my shoulder. I could //feel// the distance he was keeping from me. I leaned into the pressure near my neck, letting myself be taken in by him when he wasn't taking me in. <<speechPC>>"No? Sounds like a workplace disparity."<</speechPC>> Smiling at him, letting my fingers gently track along his bicep. <<speechPC>>"Woulda thought that was a perk for the guys in EROS. Sex isn't as much work for you, eh?"<</speechPC>> A little flash in my eyes to get a tingle below his waist. <br><br> He extracted his arm from me and turned back towards the desk, shuffling the manila and legal pad together, about to deposit them in the filing cabinet. Fuck. Nuh-uh. He just didn't get what I was offering. <<speechPC>>"Angelo. Come on. We're alone."<</speechPC>> My hand was at the small of his back, fingers slightly tucking under his waistline, gentle but the presence unmistakable. <br><br> He gave a half-smile over his shoulder while his free hand pulled my fingers free. <<speech "Angelo">>"Handlers don't handle. There's enough stories in the agency...I shouldn't have to say that."<</speech>> <br><br> I think my jaw dropped. I felt a pit in my stomach made of devastation. This time the tears were real, <<speechPC>>"Are you fucking kidding me? You don't want to //fuck// me? Seeing me in the shower? Down the hall? Angelo. I want you to fuck me."<</speechPC>> He shook his head. It came spilling out, down my cheeks and out of my mouth, <<speechPC>>"If you can shut this down that easy, how am I going to do this? If I'm not fuckable...I'm going to //fail// Angelo."<</speechPC>> Turning me down might have ramifications on the mission, on my confidence, on the world. I wasn't past using blackmail or other pressures to get what I wanted. <br><br> The metal of the cabinet clicked shut, my goal locked within it. <<speech "Angelo">>"You need to be fuckable to everyone //except// me, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> He pulled me tight into a bearhug, squeezing me but I wanted none of it. He wasn't going to get physical with me if he wasn't going to get physical with me. I pushed him away, stumbling back away from him, banging against the edge of the desk as I scrambled out and away. <br><br> Not only was I leaving empty-handed, but I was truly gutted. If sex was really going to be a tool and I had no sex appeal? I beat myself up the whole way home, seeing disinterest from every single person I passed. At least back at RedDoorz I was alone and didn't have to consider if I was attractive. <br><br> Eventually, I collected myself and resigned myself to how I had been from [[success|M001 - Fail]]. <</if>>
<<skillChecked "Performance" "Attractiveness" "Wiles">> <<set _wilessuccess = ($Stats.Skills['Performance'].value + $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value)>> I let my emotions bubble up. They were real, but I needed them in the moment, draw him to me. <<speech "Angelo">>"Oh, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> He shifted in the chair, lifting from it and coming around the desk to me. <<speech "Angelo">>"That was unfair," He sat on the front edge of the desk, "of Alice," leaning forward -- his eyes checking down my top, "of Nate--" his broad hands on either of my shoulders.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Of my mom..."<</speechPC>> My head dropped against his chest. I let a shudder run through me. It was tension that had been building up at the idea of doing this, but I let him believe it was something else. I could feel him breathing against my hair, taking in my scent and my hands pulled slightly on his arms, guiding him closer, tighter, nearer. <br><br> He responded instantly, his lizard brain kicking in. His broad arms encircled me and pulled me against him. I tilted my chin slightly to make eye contact and I could see the desire in his eyes. He, on the other hand, was checking to see if I was too upset or if he was crossing a line -- I stopped that consideration instantly. My chin lifted higher and my lips met his. They were fleshier than mine, but soft. I could feel him initially freeze as his internal struggle continued, but I pressed myself against him, letting him feel my feminine curves and let the tip of my tongue begin to probe at his mouth. <br><br> Accepting, his hands dropped down my back to my ass, taking each cheek and squeezing. It was the first overtly sexual thing he had done, but with that, I knew we were on the right path. <br><br> Now that he was in the bag, my brain shifted over to figuring out how I was going to extricate myself with what I needed. They were on the desk, so he was still between me and him. Sex was //involved//, but he'd notice if I pulled out a paper bag and started collating papers while he was thrusting. Step one was going well, but I wouldn't call this a home run, yet. <br><br> Shit. My distraction had him easing back. I could feel the pressure against my mouth waning, so I reasserted myself, hands dropping to the athletic pants he was wearing and working the waistband outward. I felt predatory, practically forcing myself on him. It certainly was an odd sensation not to have him pawing away at me, to be in the driver's seat so firmly, while also not being super-aroused. <br><br> Still, the release of his manhood got him back on track. The polyester slid down his trunks of his thighs and I felt his pecker swing out to say hi against my clothes and skin. It felt weighty. I had to check. Oh. He was endowed. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Swollen bulge underneath athletic track pants */ <<speechPC>>"Oh."<</speechPC>> My thought became words, looking at it rise with his bloodflow. <<speech "Angelo">>"It okay?"<</speech>> I could hear both a sense of pride but also could tell he'd had some instances where his size hadn't been a win. And now, his cock was out. We were on our way to sex, which was //not// the plan. I needed to balance this high-wire of using his reluctance //and// desire to get me what I needed. <<speechPC>>"That thing is scary."<</speechPC>> I giggled playfully ass I rounded him, making my way to the desk (and the objective). Moving around him was like skirting a gate with an arm that raised, and then I was up on the desk, making sure I was half on the documents in question while I grabbed his shirt with both hands and pulled him towards me. <br><br> I leaned up and into him, kissing him deeply again, feeling his responsiveness heighten slightly as his freed shaft made contact with my stomach. <br><br> If this were a normal moment, I would be grasping it, teasing it...but I had to control the situation. I lengthened and deepened the kiss, fingers dug into his shirt tightly, trying to figure out the right moment and the right way to get what I needed. <br><br> Then he yanked back. I think he saw the look of surprise in my eyes as he broke the kiss, <<speechPC>>"Sorry."<</speechPC>> An embarassed 'lost control there' half-laugh as his eyes looked me over. <<skillChecked "Chest size">> <<if ["huge", "extralarge","large"].includes($Body.tits)>> <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>><<set __wilessuccess += 2>><<else>><<set _wilessuccess ++>><</if>> He lock on only mid-way down his eye-fuck and pulled firmly up on my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>>. My arms were entangled and I squealed a bit as what he was doing was making it hard to do what //I// was doing. But then my top came off and he dove in, the cock smacking against my lower stomach, hinting at the depth that would be coming. His hands were at my sides as he shoved his head down against my breasts. And he was ''hungry'' for them. <br><br> <<if $CC.braless == true>> I felt a shudder of his excitement against my tits, making them jiggle, as he found them already free. <<else>> His lips kissed and nipped at the bare flesh around my bra, his hands sliding up my sides to my back, wrestling for the clasp which came off <<link "instantly">><<bra>><</link>>. <</if>> <br><br> He latched onto one of my nipples and sucked hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. It was like he was nursing. I could tell he absolutely loved the pair that I had, his hands caressing the cup-size -- my own form of endowment that he was excited to get a piece of. Softly I panted, holding his head while he suckled and nursed, switching back and forth and making my nipples absolutely //rock// hard. <br><br> God. Now he was really working me up and this was feeling more and more like what I hadn't wanted to happen. <br><br> My fingers began to push rather than pull, trying to break that intense contact on my quivering breasts. His eyes flicked up as his lips broke contact, strings of moisture hanging from his mouth to my rock-hard nipples. I could see the moment and victory ebbing away in his questing gaze. <<else>> His eyes gave a quick -- disappointed? -- look down at my chest under my top and I could see the moment and victory ebbing away. <</if>> This was it. Now or never. <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, Angelo. I feel really bad, but...I'm just starting to realize..."<</speechPC>> With each word, I tried to keep a sense of horniness -- an //almost// willing to fuck tone to how I spoke. <<if _wilessuccess gte 8>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Angelo.rel ++>> <<face happy>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Manila folder clutched behind a back */ I slid off the desk, using the motion to tug the documents with me. They slid off, half-stuck to my ass thanks to the build-up of the last few moments. I pinned them against the desk to my thigh, worrying at my lip with my teeth. Did he buy it? <br><br> I twisted around sharply, as if suddenly ashamed. I dropped, down, clutching my knees to my chest and quickly grabbing everything I needed, hoping my body did enough blocking. <<speechPC>>"Maybe we shouldn't have been doing this. I was stupid."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Oh. Yeah. Um...please don't say anything--"<</speech>> There. My body and own 'shame' was doing the work of protecting him from seeing what I was carrying. <<speechPC>>"I won't. It was my fault anyway." I shook my head and waved his worried off, shuffling to the door, "One sec."<</speechPC>> And then I ducked out. <br><br> A mussed shuffle down the hallway (that was thankfully empty) and I made it to a bathroom to <<link "get myself together">><<outfit default>><</link>>. Shit. I didn't have anywhere or anything to hide these things in...so I'd just have to use embarassment as an excuse. <br><br> With the 'package' behind my back, I came back to the door and peeked in slightly with a sheepish smile. <<speechPC>>"Uh hey. I'm..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He was looking around, probably for what I had. He couldn't make eye contact and wasn't putting two and two together, <<speech "Angelo">>"Yeah. Okay."<</speech>> I nodded, taking whatever chance I could get away to the bank. I ducked back out and quickly headed down the hallway, hitting the stairs with a happy sigh of relief. <br><br> I had [[done it|M001 - Success]]. <<else>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Angelo.rel -= 3>> <<face angry runny>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Documents scattered from an open manila folder */ I tried to slide off the desk and use the motion to tug the documents with me. They slid...but not //off//, half-stuck to my ass with the build-up of the last few moments, but not as manageable as I had hoped. I hit my hip against the desk, trying to pin the edge of something there for a second try while I worried at my lip with my teeth. Did he buy it? Was I going to have an opportunity to get these things? <br><br> I twisted around sharply, as if suddenly ashamed -- another pull on those askew documents. And they fell, fluttering wildly in front of me. Shit, not good, <<print $CC.name>>. But I //had// to get them, no matter what. Time to pray. I dropped, down, clutching my knees to my chest and trying to grabbing everything I needed, hoping he didn't notice. <<speechPC>>"Maybe we shouldn't have been doing this. I was stupid."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Yes, you were."<</speech>> His tone was immediately different. Hard. I tried to use my body to shield the objective...and then that broad hand made contact on me once more but with a very different feeling to it. <br><br> I was spun around, face-to-face with a powerful, big man who didn't have the heart and passion of the Angelo that I had known. I had betrayed him and he was letting me know. His other hand yanked the documents wordlessly from my palms, stroking paper-cuts as sharp and nagging reminders of what I had done (as if the memory was not going to be enough). <br><br> And then, simply, quietly, he stepped back. He dropped into the chair, resetting his work to the way it had been and shooing me away. <<speechPC>>"I'm sorry."<</speechPC>> The words barely squeaked out. If he had been duped earlier, it was clear now that there had been no thought in his mind that my evaluation was still going and he was on the docket. Alice had thrown me a mission with an unsuspecting -- maybe gullible -- victim and I had failed. And had probably irreparably damaged my relationship with one of the people who could be most important to me here, going forward... <br><br> When things got truly hairy, dangerous, and scary. <br><br> Tears trickled down my face as I shuffled out of 'school'. Partly from the pain that I had just given, partly for the starkness of how everything had been thrown at me -- how everything had changed, and partly because...I had [[failed|M001 - Fail]]. <</if>>
<<skillChecked "Deception">> <<speechPC>>"But you'll be there to train me, right? Not gonna disappear like Nate?" I smiled.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Of course."<</speech>> He nodded firmly, leaning forward to reinforce the assurance, <<speech "Angelo">>"But it's not like we'll have time por trainin' the way that Alice and I had."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I'll pick up things on the fly."<</speechPC>> I shrugged, retaining my smile. My mind had been churning, trying to pick over the room and options for 'proof' and I kept returning to the things he was protecting: my Dossier and that legal pad. I just had to get one of them out and back to Alice tomorrow. Just had to distract him enough to grab it...and make sure he didn't notice it was gone. Yeah, that last part was going to be the hardest. <<speech "Angelo">>"Of course you will. I meant what I said yesterday: I tink you've got what it takes. So, what are you planning on pirst?"<</speech>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gte 3>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<face happy>> An opening. Perfect. <<speechPC>>"Actually, I'm glad you asked. Could I pick your brain?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nodded, lifting his prodigious form up from the seat, <<speech "Angelo">>"Absolutely. How about I treat choo to lunch."<</speech>> <br><br> My smile couldn't have been broader, I stood up quickly too -- leaning into eagerness of the offer -- <<speechPC>>"Would love to also know a good place to eat around here. I'm absolutely //famished// if I'm being honest."<</speechPC>> Couch the lie in the truth, <<print $CC.name>>. I happened to leave my phone in the seat, dropped in my excitement and lack of attention. <<speech "Angelo">>"Oh, you can't spy on an empty stomach. Come on."<</speech>> He patted his stomach for emphasis, his other hand shuffling the manila folder underneath the legal pad. He rounded the desk, positioning himself between me and my goal, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I let him lead with the barest of pressure -- I didn't need to stay here. <<speech "Angelo">>"Now, most of the restaurant scene is north of here and the park, but let's get you back to your neighborhood. Good for the legend and all."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah. Makes sense."<</speechPC>> Me and my mentor left the office, working down the hallway and down the stairs as he went on about some place called Ilustrado...that we //weren't// going to. And just at the foot of the last flight of steps: <<speechPC>>"Oh shit."<</speechPC>> I stopped short, eyes wide. Reflexively, my hands patted at my pockets and even checked my shirt -- as if I had possibly tucked my phone there. <<speech "Angelo">>"Everything okay?"<</speech>> He prickled. I wasn't sure if it was a learned threat-reaction, or if he was concerned for me, or what...but he watched me doing my pat-down. <<speechPC>>"My phone." I frowned, thinking, "Did...I leave it in the gym?" I turned, already heading back up the steps.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Oh." He started to follow me.<</speech>> <br><br> I quickened my pace, <<speechPC>>"Don't worry about it. You don't need to go all that way back. I'll be right back."<</speechPC>> I saw him considering going back ''up'' all the stairs and it was enough of an inconvenience to deter him. I left him behind and raced back to the office as fast as my feet could carry me. <br><br> My heart was pounding as I grabbed the knob and twisted -- had he locked it? No. Inside, I grabbed my phone as I considered the manila. I didn't have anything except my clothes to hide it under, so I quickly decided to grab the papers, fold them and tuck them as best I could. Luckily, my file was short and there wasn't too much to hide. /* IMAGE (Needed): A folder tucked into a skirt waistband, slightly hidden under a shirt*/ <br><br> And then I was out. There was a moment when I felt like my heart was going to stop as I exited the office: if he saw me there I was dead. But no, the stairs had kept him away and I raced back, ensuring I managed a bit of a sweat and waggled my phone performatively. <<speechPC>>"Got it!"<</speechPC>> I panted. <<speech "Angelo">>"It even working?" He raised an eyebrow.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Wifi is a life saver."<</speechPC>> He grunted, accepting that and we headed off, towards some place called "Cowboy" something or other for some cheap, local cuisine. <br><br> They had nachos and fried chicken from the long-standing American influence of great tasting food that was bad for you, but also some things that I could barely pronounce. He chuckled at me trying to pick through the menu and make a decision before I settled on a Filipino rice dish with BBQ meat that met with his approval. <<speechPC>>"So, I mean, I think it's the club, right?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Well, yeah." He tried to roll his eyes as he mouthed a handful of french fries, "But what were your thoughts on approach?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"And this is where you're supposed to give me sage advice."<</speechPC>> I beamed, trying to ignore the weight and awkwardness of folded paper on my person that could give me away at any moment. <br><br> He chuckled, dropping his elbows onto the cheap table to begin his opinions. They weren't too profound, but that he thought that the only real way in was to be working at the club, but returning as a patron first might make me a more known quantity than just showing up and asking for a job. <br><br> I picked and prodded, but mostly just listened. We finished up and he asked my opinion of the food, which I told him honestly was pretty good, if not impressive. He walked me back and left me to my own devices, giving me a massive bearhug of a squeeze with a final, <<speech "Angelo">>"Good luck. I'll leave my number at the front desk should you ever get service for your phone...or just do the Wifi thing."<</speech>> <br><br> Smiling, I watched him head out the front door, never having ''so'' much desire to rush to that room. Once he was gone though, that's //exactly// what I [[did|M001 - Success]]. <<else>> <<face angry>> <<Stats Deception ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A filing cabinet*/ "Well, first I need //that//." I thought, looking at my Rosetta stone. <<speechPC>>"Uh, that's a good question. Was actually coming here for your thoughts? Ya know. Mentor and all."<</speechPC>> I smiled and tried to relax, tried to look away from the documentation. <br><br> He nodded, lifting his prodigious form up from the seat, <<speech "Angelo">>"Absolutely. How about I treat choo to lunch."<</speech>> I frowned, eyes flicking back down to the folder that seemed to glimmer like an objective in one of the Boys video games. <<speechPC>>"Uh. Well, actually. Not too hungry."<</speechPC>> Had to keep us here, had to find //some// opportunity to get those from him...and if we left. Well, that was that. <<speech "Angelo">>"Oh. Okay." He nodded, mirroring my frown. "Can't spy on an empty stomach though."<</speech>> He patted his stomach for emphasis. The laugh it elicited from me was less than convincing. He shuffled the legal pad under the manila, standing to deposit them in a filing cabinet. ''Shit''. I might have even said it out loud. <br><br> I heard the metallic click of the drawer and I knew that I was out of luck. Locked. <<speech "Angelo">>"So. What's your plan of approach?"<</speech>> And now I was stuck here listening to him wax poetic on how to be a good agent. I could barely focus, feeling the freak out rising in my chest as I imagined Alice in that chair tomorrow and seeing me, the utter failure, showing up. And whether it was just that his ideas weren't too profound or it was my distraction, but basically, he thought that the only real way in was to be working at the club, but returning as a patron first might make me a more known quantity than just showing up and asking for a job. Brilliant work, Sherlock. <br><br> I tried to extend the conversation as much as it pained me, but eventually ran out of tacks to take. And I couldn't come up with any way to get him to leave the room. I did consider pulling the fire alarm on my way out. I wondered how the Filipino police would react to finding me as their perp. <br><br> My questions petered out and he nodded, <<speech "Angelo">>"Well. Hope that helps. Good luck. I'll leave my number at the front desk to contact me, if need be."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Thanks."<</speechPC>> I collected myself and then proceeded home while beating myself up over how badly that went and how far I had been from [[success|M001 - Fail]]. <</if>>
<<set $readDossier = true>> <<face shock>> That night I spent reading, translating and copying the file to my own version. There was //so// much redacting; I tried holding the papers up to the light, perused YouTube for how-tos, but unsurprisingly the agency actually seemed to know how to keep people from reading shit they weren't supposed to. All the same, I had more knowledge about myself -- and what they thought of me -- than I did before. <br><br> It was hard to go to sleep. Not only was I worried about what I was going to do on my actual //mission// but, having opened Pandora's Box, learning my apparent 'agent' strengths and weaknesses might have been a little much to try and grapple with all at once. <br><br> The rest was fitful when I got it and my dreams were filled of composites of James Bond and Ethan Hunt movie-moments and my brain trying to reconcile them with with the incongruity of __me__. Seducing women, jumping off buildings, getting into gun fights, almost being dissected by lasers. And the whole time my mind was going: "Nope, this is wrong. This doesn't make sense." It didn't. <br><br> Waking groggily, I took a quick rinse off -- mostly to get me to full consciousness -- then headed over to the college to meet <<linkexpand "Alice.">> Alice. <<speech "Alice">>"Come in, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I hadn't even touched the door. Fuck, she was good. I stepped in and the manila folder was open on the desk, waiting for me to return the documents, <<speech "Alice">>"Well done."<</speech>> <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A hand passing a manila folder*/ <<speechPC>>"Uh, thanks!"<</speechPC>> I was about to launch into how I had done it when she cut me off with a quick, 'come on' motion of her hand. I coughed, cutting myself off as I quickly proffered the creased documents. She unfolded them and laid them in the folder, grabbing a pen to document something additional. <br><br> I opened my mouth but she cut me off again, <<speech "Alice">>"You can go now. Time is of the essence." And that was it.<</speech>> <br><br> Heading back to the RedDoorz, I wondered if I'd see her again. If I wanted to see her again. In any event, I had to get on with my mission and figure out what my next steps were [[going to be|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>>
That night I spent unable to sleep. I was crossing the finish line tomorrow a disappointment. Not only would I have nothing to prove my success, I had missed an opportunity to get some information for myself. <br><br> Maybe it was better that I hadn't been able to read my file. Better to not know where they felt I was deficient...or what they expected me to do. Just remain in the dark as before -- I had been fine with it a day ago, I would be fine with it going forward. <br><br> When I did rest, it was fitful and my dreams were filled of composites of James Bond and Ethan Hunt movie-moments and my brain trying to reconcile them with with the incongruity of __me__. Seducing women, jumping off buildings, getting into gun fights, almost being dissected by lasers. And the whole time my mind was going: "Nope, this is wrong. This doesn't make sense." It didn't. <br><br> Waking groggily, I took a quick rinse off -- mostly to get me to full consciousness -- then headed over to pay the piper. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Come in, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> I hadn't even touched the door. Fuck, she was good. Stepping in, I could see that she was fully ensconced in the very thing I had been trying to get yesterday, making some annotations or additions. Barely cresting the threshold, and before seeing if I was bringing her anything, she commented softly, <<speech "Alice">>"Look. It was just a test. I appreciate that you went forward with it. There will be other times, easier targets and better opportunities. Until then." A slight nod and a motion of her hand.<</speech>> <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A hand holding open manila folder with papers*/ I coughed, cutting off any response as I stepped back out of the office as quickly as I had entered. <<speech "Alice">>"You can go now. Time is of the essence." And that was it.<</speech>> <br><br> Heading back to the RedDoorz, I wondered if I'd see her again. If I wanted to see her again. In any event, I had to get on with my mission and figure out what my next steps were [[going to be|HomeBase]].
Meandering from Red Doorz towards the EROS 'HQ' was beginning to feel old hat. Apropos that it was situated within a college, because here I was, going for 'classes' and 'office hours'. To anyone else, I was just an expat heading off to my next lecture, deep in thought. Little did they know that my consternation was not due to the upcoming test, but rather a decision as to what I was going to do when I met with my Handlers. <br><br> <<crossroads>> <<path [[M001 - Logistics]] visited("M001 - Logistics") == false>> While I //had// been flung straight into being a spy, feeling that way wasn't the best road to success. Maybe EROS could give me some support. <<blocked>> $CC.name has already gotten logistical support. <<path [[M001 - Spy School]] $trainedGuns == false || $trainedHTH == false || $trainedInfil == false || $trainedSurv == false>> The spy test had shown me just how out of my depth I felt. Now they knew where my short-comings were, maybe it was time to shore some of them up with some actual training. <<blocked>> $CC.name has gotten as much training as Angelo has to offer. <<path [[M001 - SitRep]] visited("M001 - SitRep") == false>> What did EROS know about <<print $ACTI.target>>? The more I knew, the better I chances I had. <<blocked>> $CC.name has already gotten a SitRep. <<path [[M001 - Reporting In]]>> <<hover>> I felt that I'd made enough progress to do a check in with Alice. Maybe what I'd uncovered would point us in a direction. <<tip>> Only do this if you believe you have important information to report. Otherwise, this will just cost you a day. <</hover>> <</crossroads>>
/* Reporting in to Alice about the current status and information gathering. Will be a very complex passage that will evolve over time to reflect all the different points of interest, etc */ <<image framed "passage/M001-ReportingIn.png">> <<speechPC>>"Hey, Teach." The grin I had was probably dumb.<</speechPC>> <br><br> To her credit, Alice simply smiled, turning in her chair, facing me. <<speech "Alice">>"So what's the progress on your thesis?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded, leaning forward on my knees, ready to report. <br><br> /* 'Knows' Reports & SitReps */ /* TODO Images - Would probably be cool to have one for each of these. */ <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu") && !$Reports.includes("Datu")>> <<run $Reports.push("Datu")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So the guy who runs everything at the club is this guy named Datu." Alice held my gaze. Did she already know this? Of course she did. Fuck. "I haven't had many opportunities of contact with him." The rest spilled out of me quickly: "But I am trying. I'll do what I can. I know he's important."<</speechPC>> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Nestor") && !$Reports.includes("Nestor")>> <<run $Reports.push("Nestor")>> <<set _report += 3>> <<speechPC>>"I've made contact with Datu's brother, Nestor." It felt so weird using the euphemism 'contact'. "I think he likes me..." Well, duh. "And it might be a way in."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Alice's eyebrows raised, <<speech "Alice">>"Well done. Datu's notoriously a self-preservationist. The brother is a good angle." She cocked her head slightly, "Be careful, they've been known to be supremely violent."<</speech>> <br><br> I knew. <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nino") && !$Reports.includes("Nino")>> <<run $Reports.push("Nino")>> <<set _report += 2>> I hated having to bring this up, but it was the job...and I'd done it, <<speechPC>>"I've been in the back office with their Lieutenant. He's taken a shine to me...I think. I was able to get a little visibility into their communications, his and Datu, I think, while I was in there."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Well done. Don't raise alarm bells, but gather what you can. Don't push for access too hard. But take advantage of it when you can."<</speech>> <br><br> Sure. Get down on my knees again. Sure thing, boss. <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Cornado") && !$Reports.includes("Cornado")>> <<run $Reports.push("Cornado")>> <<set _report += 2>> <<speechPC>>"There's Cornado." Bringing him up both was extremely painful and important, "He recognized me--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>Her hand <<shake 2s>>SLAMMED<</shake>> on the desk, "FUCK!"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Because he knew my mom." I shook my head hard, frowning, "No red flags from him. He thought it was curious--//exciting// even. Like a super power move or something. But if he knew //her//..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Alice sat back, rubbing the palm that probably stung right about now. She nodded, not needing me to finish the thought. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Jacob Bautista") && !$Reports.includes("Jacob")>> <<run $Reports.push("Jacob")>> <<set _report += 2>> I flicked Jacob's card over to her, <<speechPC>>"Logistics. Wanted me to keep in touch."<</speechPC>> <br><br> The gears were turning in her head. She took a quick photo of the card and handed it back. <<speech "Alice">>"Sounds like you want to."<</speech>> <br><br> I definitely didn't. But also definitely did. A very weird counterbalance of emotions. <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Callum") && !$Reports.includes("Callum")>> <<run $Reports.push("Callum")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"There's a guy who comes by the club relatively frequently. He's had access to the VIP--seems like a potential player. His name is Callum. A Scot. I've made contact and I might be able to leverage it."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Promising. Let me know when it leads somewhere."<</speech>> <br><br> Good point. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $bodies.find(body => body.name === "Prince Sallah") && !$Reports.includes("Prince")>> <<run $Reports.push("Prince")>> <<set _report ++>> Alice broke in, <<speech "Alice">>"We're aware that you've gained entry to Prince Sallah's estate."<</speech>> <br><br> God. Did they have that on tape? //That// was important? <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"We've had our eyes on him for a while now. He and the estate are like a fortress, but you might have given us an opening."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Which can lead us to <<print $ACTI.target>>?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She shook her head, <<speech "Alice">>"Call this a fringe benefit of you being at the Club. We've got many irons in the fire. We can't pass up this opportunity. We'll reach out with next steps."<</speech>> <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Bona's Escort") && !$Reports.includes("Escort")>> <<run $Reports.push("Escort")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So you know Bona--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Small time crook. Porkbutcher mainly."<</speech>> <br><br> Okay. Ouch. <<speechPC>>"He wants me as an escort. I've already met one of his clients...a super-powerful drug guy, Casimir. If that's who he'd have me...work with...there's got to be access and important players out there."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Alice was thoughtful, <<speech "Alice">>"An oblique angle, but they wouldn't expect it." A nod, then a sharp hand motion, "Be careful that no one at Club ZZYZX hears about your...second job."<</speech>> <br><br> Good point. Not only would I be 'used goods,' but I'd be working for a competitor. Gotta keep it on the DL. <br><br> <</if>> <<if visited("M003 - BonaDateCas") && !$Reports.includes("Casimir")>> <<run $Reports.push("Casimir")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"I don't know if this will directly assist in the mission, but it's mission-adjacent." I was trying to validate the report before I'd given it, "Casimir is a drug dealer--probably a lot more--and he's doing a deal with this Bona character. Seedy guy. But Casimir wants me working for him against Bona. I'm not sure what it could lead to, but he seems powerful. I could get something on Bona, or access from Casimir. It seems like I'd be working with the most powerful player between the two."<</speechPC>> <br><br> She nodded, <<speech "Alice">>"Good assessment. Maybe this will bear fruit. But don't get distracted."<</speech>> <br><br> <</if>> /* Main Club intel */ <<if !$Reports.includes("Surveil")>> <<if $clubSurveill == "passive">> <<run $Reports.push("Surveil")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So there has to be some sort of back entrance, secret entrance/exit thing..." I held up my hand, forestalling her, "Not the alley. People--important ones--are coming and going without using any of the standard doors."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"And do you know where it is?" A pause, "Or how to get into it?" Another, "Or who these //powerful// persons are?"<</speech>> She sighed. I'd need to be a bit more successful with my passive surveillance. <br><br> <<elseif $clubSurveill == "active">> <<run $Reports.push("Surveil")>> <<if $Memories.includes("code0451")>> <<set _report += 3>> <<speechPC>>"So there's some sort of back entrance, secret entrance/exit thing..." I held up my hand, forestalling her, "Not the alley. People--important ones--are coming and going without using any of the standard doors."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"And do you know where it is?" A pause, "Or how to get into it?" Another, "Or who these //powerful// persons are?"<</speech>> <br><br> I was burying the lede. It felt good, <<speechPC>>"Better. I've seen the door. I know the fucking code."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Another pause. I'd made her speechless. <br><br> <<elseif $Memories.includes("code-451")>> <<set _report += 2>> <<speechPC>>"So there's some sort of back entrance, secret entrance/exit thing..." I held up my hand, forestalling her, "Not the alley. People--important ones--are coming and going without using any of the standard doors."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"And do you know where it is?" A pause, "Or how to get into it?" Another, "Or who these //powerful// persons are?"<</speech>> <br><br> I was burying the lede. It felt good, <<speechPC>>"Better. I've seen the door. I know the fucking code. Most of it."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Another pause. I thought I'd made her speechless, then, <<speech "Alice">>"We can probably get you the rest of the way. Now it's just a matter of finding the right timing and plan. Good job."<</speech>> <br><br> <<elseif $Memories.includes("code--51")>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So there's some sort of back entrance, secret entrance/exit thing..." I held up my hand, forestalling her, "Not the alley. People--important ones--are coming and going without using any of the standard doors."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"And do you know where it is?" A pause, "Or how to get into it?" Another, "Or who these //powerful// persons are?"<</speech>> <br><br> I was burying the lede. It felt good, <<speechPC>>"Better. I've seen the door. I know the fucking code." Quieter: "Half of it."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Another pause. I thought I'd made her speechless, then, <<speech "Alice">>"We can probably get you the rest of the way. Now it's just a matter of finding the right timing and plan. Good job."<</speech>> <br><br> <<else>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So there's some sort of back entrance, secret entrance/exit thing..." I held up my hand, forestalling her, "Not the alley. People--important ones--are coming and going without using any of the standard doors."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"And do you know where it is?" A pause, "Or how to get into it?" Another, "Or who these //powerful// persons are?"<</speech>> <br><br> I was burying the lede. It felt good, <<speechPC>>"Better. I've seen the door. I saw them using the fucking code."<</speechPC>> <br><br> Another pause. I wasn't going to undercut this win by letting her know how little I'd seen. I'd improvise. <<speech "Alice">>"Okay. Now it's just a matter of finding the right timing and plan. Good job."<</speech>> <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> /* Big Event #1 Report & SitRep */ <<if !$Reports.includes("BigEvent_SetUp")>> <<if visited("M002 - BE_Setup") == true && visited("M002 - BigEvent") == false>> <<run $Reports.push("BigEvent_SetUp")>> <<if $BE_work == true>> <<set _report += 3>> I'd saved the best for last. <<speechPC>>"So! Cool news. Timing is impeccable. Barely started and we have a way in." Despite her lack of emotion, I had a feeling she already knew what I was getting at, "There's an event happening offsite from the Club."<</speechPC>> <br><br> I scooted forward to the edge of the chair, <<speechPC>>"More exciting: They //like// me. Even after such a short time. I've been selected to be a part of the event."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Impressive. Nate made a good analysis, it looks like."<</speech>> <br><br> The air sat heavy in the room. That was it? <br><br> <<speechPC>>"So...what do I--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"Go to the event. Keep your phone on you. We'll have eyes on."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"That's it? What should I do there? Who am I looking for?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> A tight smile, <<speech "Alice">>"You're in this position because of a loose leash. We'll be keeping it that way. The less you know, the safer for everyone."<</speech>> <br><br> As much as I wanted more, it made sense. At least I knew that they'd be guiding me on the day. Now it was just waiting. <br><br> <<else>> <<set _report ++>> <<speechPC>>"So! Cool news. Timing is impeccable. Barely started and we have a way in." Despite her lack of emotion, I had a feeling she already knew what I was getting at, "There's an event happening offsite from the Club."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I don't have a location or anything -- they're picking the girls up from the Club on the night."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"The girls. Not you." Emotionless. She'd read me.<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Uh no, right." I had to swallow a few times, "We can do something with this...like, intel, right?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> She leaned back in her chair, gazing at the ceiling, <<speech "Alice">>"Do anything you can to get yourself selected--" I was about to tell her the selection was done, "Change their minds. Anyway you can."<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded. I wasn't sure it was possible, but Alice wanted me //there//. It made sense. <br><br> <</if>> <<elseif $clubJob == "none" && $HomeBase.days gte 10>> <<set _report -->> <<run $Reports.push("BigEvent_SetUp")>> I was lifting out of my chair, my report done, when Alice lifted a finger, <<speech "Alice">>"Mm. Before you go."<</speech>> Stopping, halfway standing, not sure if I should sit back down. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"First and most importantly, I need to reiterate the disappointment myself and the agency have had with you not being able to infiltrate the Club."<</speech>> I felt cold. I nodded, she wasn't wrong. The small office felt claustrophobic. <br><br> <<speech "Alice">>"That said, you aren't an island and we have been doing our own work, as best we can. We've become aware of an event that will have important players from the club, club employees...let's just say, it's an opportunity. We will find you a point of entry. But let me not undercut this: you will be in a very precarious position. You are known, but not a member. Everyone will be on high alert."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay. So...what do I--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Alice">>"Nothing. We will reach out to you, when we're ready for our asset."<</speech>> Standing upright fully now, I just nodded. Asset. Tool. And not a useful one. I'd need to prove otherwise. <br><br> /* For Claire's that have no job but still get informed of a way in */ <</if>> <</if>> /* Alice portion based on report Outro */ <br><br> <<if _report gte 6>> <<set $EROSValue ++>> Alice stood, extending her hand, <<speech "Alice">>"Well done, <<print $CC.name>>. I wasn't expecting this extensive of success." Stunned, I shook it. Had I just graduated? "I look forward to more reports being like this. We'll make great headway at this rate."<</speech>> <br><br> Alright. Til next time, boss. Intel collected and conveyed. Ball's in your court now. I'm gonna go home and wait for orders. I only hoped that I'd get [[some|HomeBase]]. <<elseif _report gte 3>> Alice nodded, <<speech "Alice">>"Well done. A not insubstantial amount of work. Keep this up, push a little harder and we might really start getting somewhere."<</speech>> <br><br> Ouch. Okay. High standards or did I just need to elevate my bar? I'd delivered //something// of value, I had to believe. No wonder the spies always 'came in from the cold'. With Handlers like Alice, it was frickin' Antarctica out here. <br><br> Alright. Til next time, boss. Intel collected and conveyed. Ball's in your court now. I'm gonna go home and wait for orders. I only hoped that I'd get [[some|HomeBase]]. <<else>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> A reaction from Alice, head cocked, chin dropped. She was staring at me over her nose, straight through her lenses, <<speech "Alice">>"You're done?" The pause seemed interminable. I wanted something else to fill it, but there was nothing else besides bullshit that I could say. "<<print $CC.name>>. This is not an adequate report. Get back out there, do your job. Come to be when you have something of substance."<</speech>> <br><br> I thought I had? Fuck. <br><br> Alright. I'll try, boss. My skin crawled. I'd already done //so// much. If this wasn't enough, just how far was I going to have to go? Was she hardlining, pushing me to burn at both ends til there was nothing left? I had little choice. I had to put more of myself out there...I'd start [[tomorrow|HomeBase]]. <</if>>
<<face angry>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<image framed "passage/M001-SitRep.png">> <<speechPC>>"I feel like I'm going in blind."<</speechPC>> Angelo stroked a hand across the top of the lectern, <<speech "Angelo">>"Analysis showed dat made the most sense--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"For my legend. I know. For the mission, maybe. I doubt that--" I paused deciding how to refer to her, "Elle went in with no intel."<</speechPC>> He chuckled, <<speech "Angelo">>"She was the one pring us the intel. We were all blind then."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Nothing? She had //nothing//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"No--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, can you at least give me that. Give me what she had."<</speechPC>> With a firm, precise movement, he adjusted the lectern, avoiding eye-contact. <<speech "Angelo">>"How did that turn out, though. We're looking for a different result."<</speech>> That wasn't kind. <<speechPC>>"Do we know how that turned out?" He looked up at me, "Might she just be deep undercover?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"That's not the analysis."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Angelo. Would you be comfortable going in like I am?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"If that's what I was instructed--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Would you be //comfortable//?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"This job is not about being comfortable, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, I have my own analysis. My ''own'' appraisal of the situation is that I'm just going to throw spaghetti against the wall and look at it like tea leaves. Will what I learn be of use to me? Of you? Will I know what I should report? I have the distinct feeling that I'm just going to get eaten up by this <<print $ACTI.target>> without him even knowing he's won." Tears were turning him into a blurry brown smudge, "I'm going to disappear like her." I wiped my nose, made an emphatic gesture and forced a laugh, "You think //this// version of me is going to win you some clandestine war?"<</speechPC>> Pictures began flickering quickly across the screen. The EROS logo was gone. Instead was a small man in glasses, a man with tattoos, a man peering from a half-open limousine window. <<speech "Angelo">>"Thanks to your mother--" that choice felt purposeful, "We've...narrowed...our list of probable targets to dese."<</speech>> The pictures kept coming. None of them were repeats. None of them were people I recognized. Most of the places where the photos had been taken provided me no context: I hadn't been there either. It was no wonder that his tone was heavily sardonic. <<speechPC>>"I think you've made your point."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"She had been embedded initially at the same club, and made headway into the broader organization. Thanks to her we know dat Manila is simply a banguard por him. Legal fronts--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Legal?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"And semi-legal, //and// illegal. But they are serve his financial needs, providing the funding that the rest of his operation requires."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Then shut them down. Cut him off from the teat."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"And accelerate his timeline? Let him know we're on to him?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"With Elle out of the picture don't you all think that he already knows?"<</speechPC>> Angelo paused, changed the image on the screen to an armored <<linkexpand "Hum-Vee">> <<face crying runny>> Hum-Vee. I don't know if it was how long it had been, or simply shock, but it took me far too long to recognize Elle climbing into the backseat. Then I couldn't see her anymore, the tears had turned her into a Matisse. <br><br> I sobbed for a bit. Angelo didn't say a thing. <br><br> When I recovered, a splotchy mess, he continued, <<speech "Angelo">>"Dat is the last time we saw her. There is a stop-over on the way to the Sulu islands. She was heading there. Possibly to meet him. Depinitely to give us locational information about this second and //integral// base of operations."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You...couldn't track a fucking car?"<</speechPC>> Her legs were showing too much. I could practically see all the way up. She ''never'' wore anything like that. Too much makeup. And she was smiling. Smiling right to camera. Right to me. <<speech "Angelo">>"Given the importance--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, fuck off. Given the importance, you should have tried harder." He nodded. At least he was willing to give me that.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"So, with this new phase of our own operation, it's been decided that we needed a closer tether and one that fit in."<</speech>> <<speechPC>> "You." Another nod. "And I need to get in that Hum-Vee."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>He chuckled, "That's one way of looking at it. He requires connections between here and there for personnel and equipment. Given how discrete he's being, we haven't been able to ascertain which are his or where they are going."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"If she's already been where I'm going...aren't they going to think that's weird? A little coincidental?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Maybe you're looking for her. That wouldn't be odd. Maybe they'll be intrigued. He's already cocksure. It might just play into his arrogance."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But if they know she's a spy--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Look." His hand slammed down on the lectern, "None of dis is safe. Our other option? Throw some random agents into the grinder where your mother -- one of our //best// -- disappeared, and almost assuredly he knows we're here and after him, and then we lose. Ebryone. Loses."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So. She's somewhere down...somewhere." He nodded. "I need to figure out how to get there." Another nod.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Hab them take you. Sneak your way down there. Figure out where it is and we'll get you there. Find out who he is and eliminate him here, if he eber comes here. Many roads lead to Rome."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Thank you."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"You're welcome. I wish I could tell you more. But with what you discover, we'll have a better idea of how to guide you."<</speech>> My turn to nod. Maybe I believed him. Maybe it was seeing her. Maybe I was just exhausted from asking. I had to forge my own path. <br><br> I got up. Angelo turned off the projector and the screen began to roll up into the ceiling. <<print $ACTI.target>> 101 was complete. <br><br> Heading back to the RedDoorz I didn't have any particular next steps. I didn't have anything to research or learn. Tomorrow I'd just need to move forward. Do something. <br><br> It was time for <<textbox "$CC.codename" "Black Widow">> to do some [[forging|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>>
<<set $Inventory.pushUnique("Springfield Hellcat", "MindSave", "EROS Roofy", "EROS Cream")>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> Angelo was sitting behind the desk like the good (big) professor he was. There was something in his gaze that reminded me of our last encounter in this office, <<speechPC>>"Hey Angelo, um I just wanted to say--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> His hand forestalled any continuation, <<speech "Angelo">>"Honestly, we don't have time for any of dat. EROS agents don't have time for our emotions--" Well, that sounded healthy, "We've got only one direction to be looking and dat's porward. So. What's up?"<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded, shrugged and dropped into the chair, <<speechPC>>"Kay. I know my legend or whatever is to be very...me. So, just an American on her own in Manila." He nodded, "Well, yeah, I definitely //feel// that way. My phone doesn't even work if I don't have WiFi." He chuckled, "But maybe there's a way for me to maintain this appearance without actually being held back by things like that?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> The chair groaned as he leaned back. His thick lips pursed as he considered, <<speech "Angelo">>"That does make sense. Okay. So," A come-here motion with his meaty hand, "Gimme yer pone."<</speech>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Inventory ">> <<if $Inventory.includes("Burner")>> Okay. Decision time. Did I let them know I had //two// phones? Or keep that secret to myself? <br><br> <div id="burner"> <<crossroads #burner>> <<path>> Why give up my one advantage? <<contents>> <<set $burnerKnown = false>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> The burner had been left back at Red Doorz anyway. I'd need to figure out how to make it more functional on my own, but that meant I had full control over it. And that was worth it. A little edge, maybe a line to the outside world -- call it a safety net or something. <br><br> I pulled my main phone, the other 'brick' out and tossed it unceremoniously across the desk. It spun until he swatted his hand down on it, stopping it from dropping into his lap. "Do dat again and you'll need a new pone all together." <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Would that be a bad idea for your one agent, your //one// chance to succeed?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"If she's just going to break the next one?" <</speech>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>><<speechPC>>"Hey now, I keep very good care of my things!"<</speechPC>> I frowned, but I had been a bit cavalier with how I had treated that precious piece of technology. So unlike me.<<else>>I considered the multitudes of broken screens and visits to the toilet my other mobile devices had taken, "Okay, okay, good point."<</if>> <br><br> With surprising dexterity, his thick thumb popped the phone open while his other hand was busy digging through a desk drawer. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"You've got the whole canteen here?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"It's our base of operations." I shrugged, letting it go, watching him do his thing. "So now, dis will work." He said it with a sardonic smile before passing it back to me, "Same number. Ebryting."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"But now you're tracking me."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"We weren't bepore?" The smile broadened.<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fair."<</speechPC>> Hairs raised on the back of my neck wondering if I'd made the right choice about the burner. Too late now. <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"You'll be able to use it on the pield. Dere's a new app on the pone--"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"When'd you install that?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> That smile was never going to go away. <<speech "Angelo">>"--Called Signal. Nothing pancy, but secure. It's how we'll communicate. No texting."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Um. Is there like...a codebook or something that I should be using? I'm sure you all have a language and phrases and whatever."<</speechPC>> <br><br> The chair groaned again as he sat forward. The look told me all I needed to know before he spoke, <<speech "Angelo">>"You belieb dose movies and games? Dat's why we use a secure channel. Jus don't be stupid." My cheeks definitely reddened.<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>Taking the phone, I stood up, "So um, thank you for this."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Where you goin? This jus about your pone? Needed social media?"<</speech>> The reddening deepened. <<if $shoottest == 1>> <<speech "Angelo">>"We've decided you can handle dis."<</speech>> <<elseif $shoottest == 0>> <<speech "Angelo">>"We think you probably can handle dis. In select situations."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Please be carepul wit dis. Please."<</speech>> <</if>> The weight of the sidearm hitting the desk was shocking. A sleek little black object of death, clutched in a leather holster. It wasn't the thing I'd seen a police officer use, or one of those in movies and TV that would hide under a jacket. The sling looked delicate and threatened to give weigh under the heft of the firearm. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A small semi-automatic pistol in a holster that would strap around an inner thigh -- very delicate. */ <<speechPC>>"Oh. Wow. Okay."<</speechPC>> I reached forward and plucked it from the desk, letting it dangle from my fingers, watching it spin from the straps. <<speechPC>>"Where--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"More likely your opportunities to wear that are going to be rare. And needs to be easily hidden."<</speech>> The chair sighed as he got up and moved around the desk. Without asking, his hand clapped against the inside of my thigh. He slid up a bit further, then squeezed and patted. His index finger was nearly against my pussy, missed it by millimeters, <<speech "Angel">>"Here or..." <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>>I felt a rush of heat and the ensuing moistness between my legs. Fuck. This guy really was an EROS agent.<</if>> The contact was over as he reached around and found my sacrum, "Or here. For dresses. Skirts."<</speech>> <br><br> I wondered how red my cheeks were now. I tried to laugh it off, <<speechPC>>"No cute little ankle holster?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"In heels?" He shook his head and chuckled. He wagged a finger, already moving on. "Next."<</speech>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Two small vials and two small capsule bottles set on the edge of a desk */ <br><br> I clutched the gun under my arm, watching intently. He was back in a side drawer again. A couple small vials and plastic bottles cradled in his hand. <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Dese are the real tools of the trade. I've only used dis one--" He held up a small vial, "Sparingly. Bery high risk, high reward. It'll knock out someone for a night. Feel like dey got roofied." I nodded, immediately knowing where and why I might need that one. He set it carefully on the edge of the oak before taking the two other capsule bottles into each of his hand and presented them in turn, "Por disease." That felt super uncomfortable, "Better to take dis all the time, jus in case." And then the other: "Dis can fuck you up. But also save you. When you need to...be okay with the dings we do."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Any long-lasting effects there?"<</speechPC>> I was pretty sure he meant it was mind altering. The clipped laugh told me all I needed to know. Okay. Last-ditch savior there. <br><br> He set them out beside the vial. My fingers carefully caressed them before tucking them into my small bag. I looked up and he was holding one last, small aluminum tube, <<speechPC>>"Lube?"<</speechPC>> I was going to make a joke land one of these times. <br><br> Nope. Not this time either. <<speech "Angelo">>"Not quite. Numbing. If it's becoming too much and you've got to keep going." My pussy hurt simply from the concept.<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Well, um...thank you?" I tucked that away as well. "Anything else?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Dat should be a good baseline. As dynamics change, missions evolve...we'll cross dat bridge--"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"When we get there." He nodded. "Okay. Well thank you again. I really appreciate it."<</speechPC>> <br><br> And with that, I headed back to my little room to figure out a good system for these items. I found a place to hide them away because I didn't trust the Red Doorz for safety or privacy -- neighbors or staff. I tried to do some research online about these medications but could find little, if anything on any of them. Well, I hoped I didn't need to use any of them. Ever. <br><br> With the disgust and lack of romance requisite, I popped one of the 'anti-disease' pills. It was hard to swallow. It felt like consuming it was accepting the dark, dirty truth of my situation. As if taking it was being infected. The chalky, cloying taste wouldn't go away no matter how much water I chugged. Better to be //not// infected than otherwise, though...right? <br><br> My thoughts that night as I went to sleep were consumed with the knowledge that I'd probably need them all. And the gun. Maybe...probably?...more than [[once|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Why should I be hiding anything from them? They probably knew anyway. <<contents>> <<set $burnerKnown = true>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Deception -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<face shock>> I pulled my main phone, the other 'brick' out and tossed it unceremoniously across the desk. It spun until he swatted his hand down on it, stopping it from dropping into his lap. <<speech "Angelo">>"Do dat again and you'll need a new pone all together."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"So...funny you mention that. I have a second one." He raised an eyebrow, "I got a burner years ago. Has its uses."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Mhm. Well. Dat may come in handy in the puture, depending on the situation. Sometimes we give dose out."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"So, I can keep it?" He was distracted by his phone.<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"We'll gib it back if we need to."<</speech>> Fuuuuuck. Probably someone was tossing my room right now searching for it. There went my one lifeline away from this whole 'EROS' life. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fuck Angelo. Really?"<</speechPC>> He didn't deign to answer. Instead, he went to work on my last, remaining device: With surprising dexterity, his thick thumb popped the phone open while his other hand was busy digging through a desk drawer. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"You've got the whole canteen here?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"It's our base of operations." I shrugged, letting it go, watching him do his thing. "So now, dis will work." He said it with a sardonic smile before passing it back to me, "Same number. Ebryting."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"But now you're tracking me."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"We weren't bepore?" The smile broadened.<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fair."<</speechPC>> Hairs raised on the back of my neck wondering if I'd made the right choice about the burner. Too late now. <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"You'll be able to use it on the pield. Dere's a new app on the pone--"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"When'd you install that?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> That smile was never going to go away. <<speech "Angelo">>"--Called Signal. Nothing pancy, but secure. It's how we'll communicate. No texting."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Um. Is there like...a codebook or something that I should be using? I'm sure you all have a language and phrases and whatever."<</speechPC>> <br><br> The chair groaned again as he sat forward. The look told me all I needed to know before he spoke, <<speech "Angelo">>"You belieb dose movies and games? Dat's why we use a secure channel. Jus don't be stupid." My cheeks definitely reddened.<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>Taking the phone, I stood up, "So um, thank you for this."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Where you goin? This jus about your pone? Needed social media?" The reddening deepened. <</speech>> <<if $shoottest == 1>> <<speech "Angelo">>"We've decided you can handle dis."<</speech>> <<elseif $shoottest == 0>> <<speech "Angelo">>"We think you probably can handle dis. In select situations."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Please be carepul wit dis. Please."<</speech>> <</if>> The weight of the sidearm hitting the desk was shocking. A sleek little black object of death, clutched in a leather holster. It wasn't the thing I'd seen a police officer use, or one of those in movies and TV that would hide under a jacket. The sling looked delicate and threatened to give weigh under the heft of the firearm. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A small semi-automatic pistol in a holster that would strap around an inner thigh -- very delicate. */ <<speechPC>>"Oh. Wow. Okay."<</speechPC>> I reached forward and plucked it from the desk, letting it dangle from my fingers, watching it spin from the straps. <<speechPC>>"Where--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">> "More likely your opportunities to wear that are going to be rare. And needs to be easily hidden."<</speech>> The chair sighed as he got up and moved around the desk. Without asking, his hand clapped against the inside of my thigh. He slid up a bit further, then squeezed and patted. His index finger was nearly against my pussy, missed it by millimeters, <<speech "Angelo">>"Here or..." <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>>I felt a rush of heat and the ensuing moistness between my legs. Fuck. This guy really was an EROS agent.<</if>> The contact was over as he reached around and found my sacrum, "Or here. For dresses. Skirts."<</speech>> <br><br> I wondered how red my cheeks were now. I tried to laugh it off, <<speechPC>>"No cute little ankle holster?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"In heels?" He shook his head and chuckled. He wagged a finger, already moving on. "Next."<</speech>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Two small vials and two small capsule bottles set on the edge of a desk */ <br><br> I clutched the gun under my arm, watching intently. He was back in a side drawer again. A couple small vials and plastic bottles cradled in his hand. <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Dese are the real tools of the trade. I've only used dis one--" He held up a small vial, "Sparingly. Bery high risk, high reward. It'll knock out someone for a night. Feel like dey got roofied." I nodded, immediately knowing where and why I might need that one. He set it carefully on the edge of the oak before taking the two other capsule bottles into each of his hand and presented them in turn, "Por disease." That felt super uncomfortable, "Better to take dis all the time, jus in case." And then the other: "Dis can fuck you up. But also save you. When you need to...be okay with the dings we do."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Any long-lasting effects there?"<</speechPC>> I was pretty sure he meant it was mind altering. The clipped laugh told me all I needed to know. Okay. Last-ditch savior there. <br><br> He set them out beside the vial. My fingers carefully caressed them before tucking them into my small bag. I looked up and he was holding one last, small aluminum tube, <<speechPC>>"Lube?"<</speechPC>> I was going to make a joke land one of these times. <br><br> Nope. Not this time either. <<speech "Angelo">>"Not quite. Numbing. If it's becoming too much and you've got to keep going." My pussy hurt simply from the concept.<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Well, um...thank you?" I tucked that away as well. "Anything else?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Dat should be a good baseline. As dynamics change, missions evolve...we'll cross dat bridge--"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"When we get there." He nodded. "Okay. Well thank you again. I really appreciate it."<</speechPC>> <br><br> And with that, I headed back to my little room to figure out a good system for these items. I found a place to hide them away because I didn't trust the Red Doorz for safety or privacy -- neighbors or staff. I tried to do some research online about these medications but could find little, if anything on any of them. Well, I hoped I didn't need to use any of them. Ever. <br><br> With the disgust and lack of romance requisite, I popped one of the 'anti-disease' pills. It was hard to swallow. It felt like consuming it was accepting the dark, dirty truth of my situation. As if taking it was being infected. The chalky, cloying taste wouldn't go away no matter how much water I chugged. Better to be //not// infected than otherwise, though...right? <br><br> My thoughts that night as I went to sleep were consumed with the knowledge that I'd probably need them all. And the gun. Maybe...probably?...more than [[once|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> I pulled my main phone, the other 'brick' out and tossed it unceremoniously across the desk. It spun until he swatted his hand down on it, stopping it from dropping into his lap. "Do dat again and you'll need a new pone all together." <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Would that be a bad idea for your one agent, your //one// chance to succeed?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"If she's just going to break the next one?" <</speech>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "Discipline">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value gt 1>><<speechPC>>"Hey now, I keep very good care of my things!"<</speechPC>> I frowned, but I had been a bit cavalier with how I had treated that precious piece of technology. So unlike me.<<else>>I considered the multitudes of broken screens and visits to the toilet my other mobile devices had taken, "Okay, okay, good point."<</if>> <br><br> With surprising dexterity, his thick thumb popped the phone open while his other hand was busy digging through a desk drawer. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"You've got the whole canteen here?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"It's our base of operations." I shrugged, letting it go, watching him do his thing. "So now, dis will work." He said it with a sardonic smile before passing it back to me, "Same number. Ebryting."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"But now you're tracking me."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"We weren't bepore?" The smile broadened.<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fair."<</speechPC>> Hairs raised on the back of my neck wondering if I needed a burner. Some safe haven that was just mine. <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"You'll be able to use it on the pield. Dere's a new app on the pone--"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"When'd you install that?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> That smile was never going to go away. <<speech "Angelo">>"--Called Signal. Nothing pancy, but secure. It's how we'll communicate. No texting."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Okay. Um. Is there like...a codebook or something that I should be using? I'm sure you all have a language and phrases and whatever."<</speechPC>> <br><br> The chair groaned again as he sat forward. The look told me all I needed to know before he spoke, <<speech "Angelo">>"You belieb dose movies and games? Dat's why we use a secure channel. Jus don't be stupid." My cheeks definitely reddened.<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>Taking the phone, I stood up, "So um, thank you for this."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Where you goin? This jus about your pone? Needed social media?" The reddening deepened. <</speech>> <<if $shoottest == 1>> <<speech "Angelo">>"We've decided you can handle dis."<</speech>> <<elseif $shoottest == 0>> <<speech "Angelo">>"We think you probably can handle dis. In select situations."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Please be carepul wit dis. Please."<</speech>> <</if>> The weight of the sidearm hitting the desk was shocking. A sleek little black object of death, clutched in a leather holster. It wasn't the thing I'd seen a police officer use, or one of those in movies and TV that would hide under a jacket. The sling looked delicate and threatened to give weigh under the heft of the firearm. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A small semi-automatic pistol in a holster that would strap around an inner thigh -- very delicate. */ <<speechPC>> "Oh. Wow. Okay."<</speechPC>> I reached forward and plucked it from the desk, letting it dangle from my fingers, watching it spin from the straps. <<speechPC>>"Where--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"More likely your opportunities to wear that are going to be rare. And needs to be easily hidden."<</speech>> The chair sighed as he got up and moved around the desk. Without asking, his hand clapped against the inside of my thigh. He slid up a bit further, then squeezed and patted. His index finger was nearly against my pussy, missed it by millimeters, <<speech "Angelo">>"Here or..." <<if $Stats.Traits['Excitable'].value gt 1>>I felt a rush of heat and the ensuing moistness between my legs. Fuck. This guy really was an EROS agent.<</if>> The contact was over as he reached around and found my sacrum, "Or here. For dresses. Skirts."<</speech>> <br><br> I wondered how red my cheeks were now. I tried to laugh it off, <<speechPC>>"No cute little ankle holster?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"In heels?" He shook his head and chuckled. He wagged a finger, already moving on. "Next."<</speech>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Two small vials and two small capsule bottles set on the edge of a desk */ <br><br> I clutched the gun under my arm, watching intently. He was back in a side drawer again. A couple small vials and plastic bottles cradled in his hand. <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Dese are the real tools of the trade. I've only used dis one--" He held up a small vial, "Sparingly. Bery high risk, high reward. It'll knock out someone for a night. Feel like dey got roofied." I nodded, immediately knowing where and why I might need that one. He set it carefully on the edge of the oak before taking the two other capsule bottles into each of his hand and presented them in turn, "Por disease." That felt super uncomfortable, "Better to take dis all the time, jus in case." And then the other: "Dis can fuck you up. But also save you. When you need to...be okay with the dings we do."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Any long-lasting effects there?"<</speechPC>> I was pretty sure he meant it was mind altering. The clipped laugh told me all I needed to know. Okay. Last-ditch savior there. <br><br> He set them out beside the vial. My fingers carefully caressed them before tucking them into my small bag. I looked up and he was holding one last, small aluminum tube, <<speechPC>>"Lube?"<</speechPC>> I was going to make a joke land one of these times. <br><br> Nope. Not this time either. <<speech "Angelo">>"Not quite. Numbing. If it's becoming too much and you've got to keep going." My pussy hurt simply from the concept.<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Well, um...thank you?" I tucked that away as well. "Anything else?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Angelo">>"Dat should be a good baseline. As dynamics change, missions evolve...we'll cross dat bridge--"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"When we get there." He nodded. "Okay. Well thank you again. I really appreciate it."<</speechPC>> <br><br> And with that, I headed back to my little room to figure out a good system for these items. I found a place to hide them away because I didn't trust the Red Doorz for safety or privacy -- neighbors or staff. I tried to do some research online about these medications but could find little, if anything on any of them. Well, I hoped I didn't need to use any of them. Ever. <br><br> With the disgust and lack of romance requisite, I popped one of the 'anti-disease' pills. It was hard to swallow. It felt like consuming it was accepting the dark, dirty truth of my situation. As if taking it was being infected. The chalky, cloying taste wouldn't go away no matter how much water I chugged. Better to be //not// infected than otherwise, though...right? <br><br> My thoughts that night as I went to sleep were consumed with the knowledge that I'd probably need them all. And the gun. Maybe...probably?...more than [[once|HomeBase]]. <</if>>
A text before I had left meant that I was headed straight to the 'gym'. <<image framed "passage/M001-SpySchool.png">> It was early in the day so I was a bit curious as to how they were going to make this work, but just like the last time we had taken over the college gymnasium, it was empty when I arrived. <<speechPC>>"Do you guys...own this school?"<</speechPC>> I shook my head incredulously, half-expecting Angelo to give me an affirmative response. <<speech "Angelo">>"No." It was simple, it was unaffected. It told me nothing. "Alice has approved some on-duty training. But we don't have tons of time."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh, so I don't get the full EROS training regimen?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"No."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"You were //that// impressed with my eval?"<</speechPC>> <<if $readDossier == true>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Oh, I think you know." There was a bit of an edge to that. I had gotten my dossier off of him.<</speech>> <<else>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Wouldn't you like to know."<</speech>> There was a bite to that. He was digging at me for not having accomplished that first 'mission'. Ouch.<</if>> <<speech "Angelo">>"So. Where should we start?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Isn't sex like EROS 101?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Angelo wasn't having it today. Okay. So...'real' training, I guess. Either my sex skills were up to snuff or they figured I'd pick things up as I went along. And did I really want 'sex training'? Moving on... <br><br> <div id="training"> <<crossroads #training>> <<path $trainedGuns = false>> A spy needs a gun. <<blocked>> $CC.name has already trained in firearms. <<contents>> <<set $trainedGuns = true>> <<Stats Coordination += 2>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Hands holding a handgun */ <<speechPC>>"Handling a gun seems to be very important."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Let's hope you neber get into a situation where you need it."<</speech>> Even as he said it, he was opening the case beside him on the bleachers where two semi-automatic pistols were cradled. He retrieved one, <<speech "Angelo">>"Rudimentary training--"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Right, but better than none."<</speechPC>> I stepped over, hand outstretched. He left me waiting, sliding in the magazine, dropping the first one onto his lap before repeating the process with the second weapon. It was only then that he recognized my waiting hand and gave me one of the two killing machines. <<speech "Angelo">>"Stance."<</speech>> He stood, moving behind me. His manner was gruff and forceful. It seemed as if every part of my body was adjusted: feet, hips, shoulders. He grabbed and moved each of them til he was satisfied. Then his thickset arms levelled along the outside of mine, meaty hands grasping around my wrists and guided my pistol upwards. <<speech "Angelo">>"How does dis peel?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Awkward."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"You are now a weapons platporm."<</speech>> He stood back and gave me a push on the back of my shoulder. I hadn't been expecting it and stumbled, <<speech "Angelo">>"Find the position again."<</speech>> What I had thought would have involved a lot of smokeless powder and recoil turned out to be a lengthy 'dance' of me having to find the 'first position' of my gun-pose. Once I had mastered the basic form, he had me assume it from sitting, laying down. He jostled me, he distracted me with conversation, he changed the situation. Again and again he'd call out for me, <<speech "Angelo">>"Now!"<</speech>> He knew how to shock me. I was almost never ready for it. But it didn't take me much to understand the whys of this: if I was going to need to shoot, I wouldn't always be ready or expecting it. <br><br> It was a game of red-light, green-light. And it was exhausting. My muscles tired from being held in the same position over and over. After a few hours, I had the hang of it though. <<speech "Angelo">>"Now, time to shoot."<</speech>> My arms felt like leaden weights. I didn't //want// to pull the trigger now. Maybe that was the point. Would I be in tip-top form when I needed to use this thing? <br><br> He declared targets in the most unnerving way possible: that second pistol was finally used. He'd pull the trigger and something would now have a hole in it. I jumped at the report of the gunshot. It had seemed like his 'firing position' was assumed like a flash. One moment he was standing still, the pistol hanging in his hand and then there was a flash and bang. It was a time trial. Find the target and use his shot as my own bullseye. <br><br> Some came back-to-back, but most were interrupted by lengthy discussions on his own experiences in deadly combat. It was a lecture as well as a practicum. <br><br> After another two hours, my clip was empty. <<speechPC>>"How'd I do?"<</speechPC>> Why was I sweating from simply lifting a pound and a half and pulling a trigger? <br><br> His hand extended for the pistol. I gladly gave it to him, <<speech "Angelo">>"Better than you would have otherwise."<</speech>> No evaluation here. No good job. No places for improvement. Whatever I had done, whatever I had picked up was all that I was going to get. It was going to have to be enough. <br><br> And that was frightening. <br><br> I tried to go home and rest, but couldn't get still. I'd test myself, leaping from bed into stance. I did it naked. I did it in the wet shower. I forced myself to do it right as I felt sleep about to take me. <br><br> When I did sleep, I knew I wanted to avoid taking these skills into use. Hopefully, [[forever|HomeBase]]. <<path $trainedHTH = false>> A spy needs to know how to fight. <<blocked>> $CC.name has already trained in hand-to-hand. <<contents>> <<set $trainedHTH = true>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Hand-chop to the throat */ <<speechPC>>"What about, like..."<</speechPC>> I did my best impression of James Bond doing Krav Maga. <br><br> Angelo shook his head, <<speech "Angelo">>"Zero to MMA in...one session? Bery conpident of yourself, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>I blushed, "Still, self-defence and all, or if something goes wrong."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"And it will."<</speech>> He nodded, then warded the thought off with a hand, <<speech "Angelo">>"We can't make you a killing machine, but..." he looked me over with a smile, "We can surprise them."<</speech>> <br><br> I smiled and moved out to the middle of the gym, watching him pull out a mat and let it slap against the hardwood, <<speechPC>>"No one expects a girl to fight."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Exactly. Pirst, you have to know your adbantage."<</speech>> He motioned me to join him on the mat. I popped off my <<link "shoes">><<feet>><</link>> and shook out my limbs, slightly hopping side to side, <<speech "Angelo">>"Stop dat."<</speech>> He sighed. <br><br> I nodded, shying. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Height ">> <<if $Body.height gt 1>> <<speech "Angelo">>"You can get toe-to-toe with a man. They'll simply expect you to be shorter. And you aren't."<</speech>> He motioned me over, his hands on my body in a light grapple, "They'll anticipate a diprent center of grabity," With one hand he was guiding my movements, the other hand was trying to take me down. I could feel how my leverage was able to take advantage of his motion and surprisingly, I was able to upend the large man. <<speech "Angelo">>"Exactly!"<</speech>> He clapped his hands together and shoved himself back up off the mat. <<else>> <<speech "Angelo">>"You're a normal woman, which means size is both against you...and por you."<</speech>> He smiled and motioned me towards him, his hands grabbed at my body. At first I thought I was having to figure this out on the go, but he was a good teacher: one hand was attacking me, while the other was subtly guiding my motion. I was able to use my smaller size to dip under him. A foot behind his knee or behind his ankle sent him over me and onto the mat. He clapped his hands, <<speech "Angelo">>"Exactly!"<</speech>> and shoved himself back up. <</if>> <<speechPC>>"Cool!" He nodded.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"First lesson."<</speech>> With an offer to continue, we repeated the throws and approaches a number of times, including variations and different directions. It was miraculously easy to heft his weight onto the mat time and again. I felt like a badass. <<speech "Angelo">>"Okay, now por less...pair techniques."<</speech>> <br><br> His hand slid down my arm, slowly, kindly and then he drew it quick and just short of his throat. He let go and I tried the attack on my own. He nodded. He tugged my knee up from the underside towards his groin. <<speechPC>>"Heh, yeah //this// one."<</speechPC>> I smiled and tried it on my own. Moving on, he showed me strikes to the inside and outside of his knees, boxing of his ears, upward palm-strikes to his nose. <<speech "Angelo">>"Now, last resort..."<</speech>> He chuckled and proceeded to guide my foot to drop onto his toes. He mimes bouncing up and down on one foot and I shook my head, rolling my eyes. <<speech "Angelo">>"Still, effective. Now, all dese attacks work just as well against you. Tuck your chin and be ready."<</speech>> <br><br> I nodded, gulping slightly as I had only been envisioning these attacks and what they would do to a guy. But that was true, why wouldn't they try and take me out as well? I could just imaging my windpipe crushed, my knee broken, the shock of being hit squarely in the crotch. <<speech "Angelo">>"Let's practice."<</speech>> We squared up on the mat and unlike the evaluation, this felt far more friendly and slow. When I made a mistake -- which was often -- he stopped us and adjusted and instructed. I got tossed like a doll, but so did he. My skin stung from his pulled punches and attacks, and I could tell I was raising some welts on him as well. <br><br> By the end, I was a sweaty, chest-heaving mess. I dropped onto my ass on the mat and hung my head, recovering. I didn't feel like I had any chance against Angelo if we actually were fighting, but I felt a little bit more confident. I had some tricks up my sleeve and if I did need to get close and violent I had a better sense of what that would feel like and what do to. <<speech "Angelo">>"Oh, we're not done." He yanked me up off the mat, "Now for some weapons."<</speech>> A small case on the bleachers provided a knife. Despite my exhaustion, he put me through my paces, a real blade threatening my unarmored body. Most of the attacks were very similar to bare hands, but now he taught me disarms and deflections. <<speech "Angelo">>"And sometimes, weapons you don't expect."<</speech>> I laughed, clearly confused. He grabbed the case and threw it at me. I barely ducked in time. <<speechPC>>"Jesus, Angelo!" He shrugged, unmoved.<</speechPC>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A hand brandishing a pen like a dagger */ <br><br> The case became a bludgeoning weapon and he put me through my paces. Then adding in a pen that came from within. A pad of paper. My own shoe. Found objects suddenly became a reality for me. Anything could be a weapon. <br><br> After a mind-numbing day, I couldn't feel my feet or hands -- they tingled constantly. My arms and legs felt incredibly heavy. My lungs burned. If I had to fight now, I would be a goner. I had some nicks and cuts from the latter portion of our combat, but I'd live. <<speech "Angelo">>"Dere."<</speech>> His padded hands smacked against each other as he 'brushed off' the work of the day. I was glad to see there was at least a sheen on his forehead and wetness at his pits. <<speech "Angelo">>"A lot, but crash course is a crash course."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Go home. Eat. Good job."<</speech>> He ruffled my hair. If I had more of a functioning brain that would have felt demeaning. Instead, I was just glad for it all to be over. <br><br> I didn't bother putting my shoes -- now a potentially deadly device -- back on. I couldn't feel what I was walking on and didn't care. I was thinking about a shower and bed. I took them both in turn and passed [[out|HomeBase]]. <<path $trainedInfil = false>> A spy needs to be able to get where they shouldn't. <<blocked>> $CC.name has already trained in infiltration. <<contents>> <<set $trainedInfil = true>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Login / Password Screen */ <<speechPC>>"There's gotta be something better than me just sneaking around..."<</speechPC>> I laughed, thinking back to all the images I had of maneuvering in vents, ducking around corners, avoiding guards. <<speech "Angelo">>"Ah, yes. Harder to teach."<</speech>> After a few moments thought, he stood and we left the gymnasium, back towards his 'office'. Nate's office. Alice's office. I couldn't help but sense the previous encounter with him in here. The tail end of my evaluation. I wondered if he was thinking the same. I wasn't going to bring it up, though. <br><br> He sat down in the chair and waved me over to his side while he booted up the computer. The monitor flashed through a series of loading screens, all innocuous, all as if it were just some computer at the University. <<speechPC>>"Hacking?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"You needing to break into a computer, phone or other electonic debice is absolute."<</speech>> A black window popped up on the screen after a few clicks, <<speech "Angelo">>"Hopefully you'll hab someone like me in your ear when it happens. If not, den hopefully you'll remember some of these tricks." The keyboard clacked. I dug into my belongings for a pad of paper. He swatted his hand down over it, "No notes." <</speech>> He rose from behind the desk and presented the chair. I could feel the heat of his departure against my back and thighs. I pulled the seat closer to the desk, accounting for our disparate bodies and looked at what seemed to be a login prompt. <<speech "Angelo">>"Dis program will run you through scenarios where you'll need to gain access. Go ahead. What would you do?"<</speech>> <br><br> I laughed, leaning back in the seat. It only squeaked where for Angelo it would scream. <<speechPC>>"Are there...like sticky notes around?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"You hab what you hab in front of you."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Well, okay...let's try...password."<</speechPC>> I began plunking keys. He nodded, not upset with my blatant annoyance. <<speech "Angelo">>"Bepore you try brute porce. Take a look at the screen. What is there besides login and password?"<</speech>> I looked confused, but then began to poke around. Eventually I was able to locate something that gave me an alternate prompt. He nodded with a smile. He introduced me to backdoors. He introduced me to basic bypass commands. He ran me through key combinations and ways to reset the interface that would give me windows of opportunity. We spent about an hour, letting the program present problem after problem until he was content that I had enough baseline that I could at least have somewhere to start should I come across these in the field. <<speechPC>>"Wow, that's cool."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He nudged me out of the chair, booting down the computer, <<speech "Angelo">>"You'll see cooler things on a real infil. Speaking of...most times you'll need access bepore you can get access."<</speech>> And we were leaving the office. Then we were leaving the school. I heeled, following him intently and curious, wondering where we were headed. Where outside the school was there an EROS setup. <<speech "Angelo">>"Pick one."<</speech>> He motioned at the nearby block. An assortment of homes, commerical properties. <br><br> I was confused, <<speechPC>>"Uh...that one."<</speechPC>> I shrugged, pointing to a convenience store. <br><br> It was the first of a couple that we broke into. He masqueraded first as a technician, despite having no credentials. At a nearby apartment building, he found a loose latch and we were inside someone's home. It was astounding how rapidly he became aware and took advantage of these little gaps in security. It had me appraising things with a whole new set of eyes. <br><br> We meandered back towards RedDoorz, taking pitstops whenever a novel and interesting opportunity presented itself to him. <<speechPC>>"Is just...Filipino security this bad?"<</speechPC>> I laughed after we came out of the back door of a local bank's back office. <<speech "Angelo">>"No. America's is worse." <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So, I guess this is me."<</speechPC>> I commented playfully, standing in front of my digs as if our date was coming to a close. <<speech "Angelo">>"Exactly. Your turn."<</speech>> <br><br> I gawked, <<speechPC>>"But they //know// me here."<</speechPC>> My mind turned to the cunt at the front counter. <<speech "Angelo">>"And they'll know you some places you'll need to do dis as well."<</speech>> He leaned against the metal pole of some scaffolding. His expressionless reaction gave me no other choice: I began climbing the steps. He clucked his tongue, <<speech "Angelo">>"Nuh-uh."<</speech>> <br><br> I sighed and stepped back, looking up and down the facade. It was built into the block so there were no alleys or ways around. But he must have seen something if he discounted my approach that quickly. Hands on my hips, I scanned, and then noticed that the scaffolding he was leaning against would provide the height I needed to scale up and into the hostel. Ugh, I hated that he had given me a clue. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Clothing Worn">> <<if $Body.isWearingDress == true>> Fuuuuck. I was not eager to be climbing this with what I was in. Yet, maybe that was part of the training: be prepared for anything. I grabbed a hold of a crossbar and yanked myself aloft. I felt the breeze and vacancy between my legs as my clothes rode up, giving a full show to Angelo and anyone down below. As embarassing as it was, it also confirmed that despite doing this in broad daylight, no one seemed to care or notice, despite the display. <<else>> I was glad for my attire. I didn't give a second thought as I grabbed a hold of a crossbar and yanked myself aloft. I couldn't help but smile that I was doing this out in broad daylight and no one was screaming or drawing attention to some girl climbing scaffolding. Maybe it spoke to the area of town. <</if>> <br><br> Atop it, I looked down and he nodded, moving to get a better vantage of me as I approached stepped onto the small ledge of the RedDoorz second-floor. One of these windows had to...literally be open. I shook my head and scooted my butt inside, squeezing through the opening and deposited myself in the administrative office. <br><br> I had done what I needed to do, but now I needed to get out and I was certain that Angelo wouldn't have been okay with me just reversing my journey. The door wouldn't be locked from the inside and from the look of things, they didn't care much for people being in here anyway. Wow, that was a lot easier than I had expected. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): 'Fuck You' Post-it on a computer monitor */ Moving to the door, a lightbulb went off. I giggled to myself as I left a little proof of my success: I took a Post-It and wrote "Fuck You" before swatting it on the small monitor. I wished I would be able to see her face, but it was a victory all the same. <br><br> I headed out the door and descended the stairs, garnering a slight look of confusion from her because she hadn't remembered me coming in, but saw her dismiss it just as handily. <<speechPC>>"Did it!"<</speechPC>> I said as I crossed the threshold, but he was gone. <br><br> Lesson over, I returned to my room and tried my hand at a little subterfuge online, trying to access random forums or sites, it was interesting and a good little test with little risk, I hadn't become some super-hacker. Instead, it mostly kept me occupied for the rest of the [[evening|HomeBase]]. <<path $trainedSurv = false>> A spy needs to be hyperaware. <<blocked>> $CC.name has already trained in surveillance. <<contents>> <<set $trainedSurv = true>> <<Stats Perception += 2>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A cluster of co-eds talking in a hallway */ <<speechPC>>"Might need to follow someone."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>He nodded, "Depinitely. Come on."<</speech>> We left the gymnasium and began navigating the halls of the college. <<speech "Angelo">>"Pirst, it's important to understand people. What do you understand about...her--"<</speech>> a gentle nod of his head and I was looking at some co-ed. Why had he picked her? Did it matter? He and I pulled up nearby within eyeline and earshot, but as if we were just conversing the same way she was. <br><br> I watched. I listened. <<speechPC>>"Um. She's really into this TikTok trend--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>He clucked his tongue, "Important things: who does she like most out of the people there? What would be a vector of approach?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh. That guy...there." I tried to point as subtly as possible.<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"Yes, he'd be the one to approach to get closer to her. Why?" I had nothing, "He is the lowest rung of their social ladder, so having you around would elevate him. And her?"<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Tell me." I laughed, really intrigued.<</speechPC>> <br><br> He leaned in close, his lips brushing at my ear as he whispered the tells and indicators of who she valued in their group. We continued down the hallway and he began testing the identifiers as he ennumerated them to me. None of these cliques or dynamics actually mattered, but the human behavior was telling. And it was all encompassing: we were social creatures so our behavior was similar across varied people. And that was what he was trying to get across. We told a lot about ourselves simply in the way we acted. <br><br> It went beyond who was showing wealth without having it, or other covers and masks. It was the //why// behind them. It was how these differences would help me identify someone and be able to figure out a way to get in their circle. Things people did naturally every day, but this was more systematic and purposeful. <<speech "Angelo">>"Okay. Now a tail."<</speech>> <<if $ACTI.followed == true>>The memory of being followed back at home came forward all of a sudden. The feeling of someone pursuing me and not being able to know who it was, just knowing it was happening. It had already happened to me before I had been in the thick of all this spy stuff. Or maybe I always had been.<</if>> We continued down the halls until he decided on someone <<speech "Angelo">>"She's heading home."<</speech>> I didn't ask him how he knew. I knew he knew. <<speech "Angelo">>"Follow her there."<</speech>> <br><br> I turned to ask how. I hadn't been given any training! He wasn't there. Fuuuck. I looked around, incredulous at his disappearance and then I realized: he would be tailing me. So it was twofold: tail and be tailed. Was I supposed to out him or was I suppoed to not be outed? Which mattered more to him? <br><br> Before I got too in my own thoughts I turned back and luckily it was just in time to see her turn the corner. A little hop-skip and I was moving to keep pace. <br><br> It felt like I was in a spy movie. I was lurking around corners, I was dipping between people. And I kept coming back to the thought that this felt to easy...because she didn't matter, she wasn't someone concerned with being pursued. Well, beyond as much as any woman does. But I wasn't a threat to her. <br><br> So that wasn't the test. <br><br> We were back by the park where Nate had indoctrinated me when I decided to change tacks. I had to figure out where Angelo was. He was a big fucker too. This shouldn't be hard. We were out in the open. <br><br> Another couple of blocks and I was becoming infuriated. I was clocking the same men over and over again -- one I was certain was actually following me, the perv -- but no sign of Angelo. Maybe he wasn't tailing me at all. Maybe he was taking the afternoon off and this was all a wild goose chase. <br><br> So I decided I needed to lose him. /* IMAGE (Needed): A man peeking from an alleyway */ <br><br> I wasn't going to play his game any longer. My target had gotten into the neighborhood on the far side of the park and I took it as an oppotunity to move. I took a left when I knew he would be expecting me to take a right. <br><br> And ran right into him. <<speechPC>>"NGH!"<</speechPC>> I grunted as my body collided with him. <<speechPC>>"Shit, Angelo."<</speechPC>> I smacked him on the chest. <<speech "Angelo">>He chuckled, "It's allright. Nice try though. Let's get you back home." <</speech>> <<speechPC>>"But I didn't //learn// anything."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Angelo">>"I needed to see what you knew and didn't. What came naturally." He gave me a squeeze on the shoulder. <</speech>> <br><br> Our travels took us back towards the RedDoorz and on the trip he talked about what he had been doing the whole time. It wasn't sitting on a bench with a newspaper. It wasn't looking at reflections in mirrors. It was the assumption of continuance. If you weren't made yet -- and that had to be the assumption -- the person you were tailing had no reason to change their behavior. So it was about understanding their paths and where they were likely to go. Not following them directly, but through vectors and varying approaches. <br><br> It was interesting, but I'd have to try it sometime on me own. No teacher better than doing. <<speechPC>>"Well, um thanks, Angelo."<</speechPC>> I waved to him as I climbed the steps 'home'. <<speech "Angelo">>"Might help you on your day-to-day as well." In that he was right. I'd feel safer now walking these foreign streets.<</speech>> <br><br> That night I decided to watch a Jason Bourne film, just to enjoy their version of the tail. It was so much more epic and intense. I guess I'd be glad if they were more mundane in my [[case|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set _cheatedWith = true>> /* Used for background stuff */ <div id="cheat"> <<if $HS.fidelity == "committed">> <<set $HS.fidelity = "reluctant">> <<face crying runny>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <<Stats Confident -=2>> <<Stats Sophisticated -= 2>> <<Stats Suggestible += 2>> <br><br> Everything about this mission was so counter to who I was. <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. And here I was, actively throwing away everything I knew about myself. <br><br> In one fell swoop, I had changed. I was different. <br><br> Who was I now? <br><br> What would I turn into? <br><br> Would I recognize myself on the other side? <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheater">> <br><br> Afterwards, I thought about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. The...differences...between them and what I had just experienced. And there was no way they'd ever know. Especially now. I was going to be half-way around the //world//. <br><br> Which was fucking fantastic, because how this was all turning out? Well, they'd have bene getting hurt...a LOT. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cheating")>> I could compartmentalize. I had a job to do. <br><br> And...hate to say it, but I kinda liked thinking about how I had just cucked <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. Them, sitting back at home, unaware to what I had just done. <br><br> Someone else getting what <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> deserved...and wouldn't be getting. <<else>> As much as I wanted to compartmentalize and say I had a job to do, this wasn't simply cheating. This wasn't your run-of-the-mill infidelity that I had done before, that I had done to them. <br><br> This wasn't really my choice. It didn't feel empowering. It felt like I was punishing them. <br><br> Could I really keep doing this to them? <br><br> <<crossroads #cheat>> <<path>> It was fine. Soldier on, $CC.name. I'd be coming back to them in the end anyway, and that's all that mattered. These didn't mean anything. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<if $Body.cheatCount gt $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> <<set mindCorruption ++>> <</if>> I'd tough it out. <br><br> I just didn't want to think about detailing this 'affair' to them later. <br><br> I felt awful about who I was. <<path>> I couldn't, in good conscience keep doing this to us. And the only solution I saw was to end us. <<contents>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<face sad>> I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. A quick text. I couldn't manage a call. Clean, quick break. <br><br> This 'job' had gotten its insidious claws into me. <br><br> It would make this whole new life easier...for me at least. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<elseif $HS.fidelity == "cheated">> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <<if $Body.cheatCount gte 3>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<set $HS.LDR = false>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> I no longer was feeling the guilt about <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>>. <br><br> I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. A quick text. I couldn't manage a call. Clean, quick break. <br><br> This 'job' had gotten its insidious claws into me. <br><br> It would make this whole new life easier...for me at least. <<else>> <br><br> Afterwards, I felt a catch in my throat. Had I done what <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> had done to me? How had I done that to them? They could //never// find out. <br><br> It was both a relief and scary at how easy it would be to hide it from them...far, far away. <</if>> <<else>> <<set $Body.cheatCount ++>> <<if $Body.cheatCount gt $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <<shake 5s>> ' 'FUCK!'' WHAT WAS I DOING?! <</shake>> <br><br> Defiling myself. <br><br> Defiling our relationship. <br><br> I felt so incredibly dirty. I felt disgusted with myself. <br><br> No matter how many times I tried to convince myself that these choices were out of my hands, I was still the one doing these things. Still subjecting myself and <<print $HS.firstRelationship.name>> (in absentia) to this degrading, awful infidelity. <br><br> Could I really keep this up? It felt like it was eating me up from the inside. <br><br> Was I going to let myself be consumed or just give in? <br><br> <<crossroads #cheat>> <<path>> I could make it. //We// could make it. Soldier on, $CC.name. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face sad>> I'd tough it out. <br><br> I just didn't want to think about detailing this 'affair' to them later. <br><br> I felt awful about who I was. <<path>> I couldn't, in good conscience keep doing this to us. And the only solution I saw was to end us. <<contents>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<face crying runny>> I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. A quick text. I couldn't manage a call. Clean, quick break. <br><br> This 'job' had gotten its insidious claws into me. <br><br> It would make this whole new life easier...for me at least. <</crossroads>> <<else>> Deep breaths. Pressing my fingernails into the palms of my hands. Don't think about what I just did. <br><br> There were extenuating circumstances. <br><br> Still. This wasn't fair to them. It was painful as fuck for me. <br><br> And it wasn't going to stop anytime soon. That was evident. <br><br> <<crossroads #cheat>> <<path>> I could make it. //We// could make it. Soldier on, $CC.name. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<face sad>> I'd tough it out. <br><br> I just didn't want to think about detailing this 'affair' to them later. <br><br> I felt awful about who I was. <<path>> I couldn't, in good conscience keep doing this to us. And the only solution I saw was to end us. <<contents>> <<set $HS.fidelity = "free">> <<face crying runny>> I couldn't lie to myself anymore about what we were. I couldn't lie to //them//. I'd end it. A quick text. I couldn't manage a call. Clean, quick break. <br><br> This 'job' had gotten its insidious claws into me. <br><br> It would make this whole new life easier...for me at least. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <</if>> </div>
<<if previous() is "M000 - Mall">> <<state tired>> <</if>> <div id="clubbin"> It felt a little...bad?...weird? to be planning on going out and having a good time tonight. And that it was equivalent to being a 'good little agent' and be pursuing my mission to the best of my abilities. It felt a little like cheating. Like slacking. But also...ALSO...who would think that a girl like me, dancing her heart out on the dance floor would be trying to infiltrate some deep, dark organization. Nobody. It was the //perfect// cover, in my mind. <br><br> And if it happened to be fun and easy too? What was the harm. <br><br> If this were a normal day of going out, under normal conditions, I'd have had __someone__ to go with me, but today it was solo. Not even Angelo. As I laid in bed, lazing most of the day away, I made a mental note that I'd need to make some friends. Maybe that'd happen tonight. <br><br> Irrespective, it'd be normal and expected for someone like me to find some kind of community and commonality...especially if I was going to be here for a while. Or I'd be a lonely, depressed bitch. <br><br> I didn't want the latter to be a part of my legend. I also didn't want to be lonely or depressed. I didn't know Manila or the Philippines nor how people really connected here and mulled over different options besides the club. It also might be a bit dangerous to find 'friends' that were frequenters of a place I was trying to infiltrate. Might be a little too close to home, a little too close to hide my true intentions. <br><br> Hmm. Something to think about. <br><br> I wondered if there was a tactic or manual the agency had for building up friends and community when agents were out in the field. Was it encouraged? Outright denied? There were certainly benefits to not being a true-blue agent. I got to do shit how I wanted to. And if they were as desperate as they seemed to be -- to need //me// -- to save the world, well, then they'd need to deal with my approach. <br><br> I'll re-write the book on how to be an EROS agent. <br><br> Or prove them right. <br><br> I pushed that invasive thought away and forced myself out of bed to get <<link "dressed">><<showDossier wardrobe>><</link>>, apply some makeup and get ready for the evening out. <br><br> A new, particle board door swung open with the barest of touches, cheap and light. I stood in front of my clothing hanging there in what used to be a poorly-maintained maintenance closet (the irony was profound). I wasn't living out of a suitcase anymore and I took a moment to reflect on the beginnings of what was becoming home. This would be my wardrobe. That scary gash of a space that abutted my room -- and spoke to this space at one time was //not// a 'hotel' room, but a slap-dash add-on for more income -- was going to be reappropriated for something useful. My clothing hid the poor patchwork in back, and the touch of 'me' gave a warmer, personal touch to what had originally been so scary. <br><br> I shook off the reverie and got ready. I was eager to head out and have some fun. Sure, I was still 'on the clock' -- when wouldn't I be? -- but I could also enjoy myself, unwind a bit, and relieve some of the insane pressure that had been put on my shoulders. <br><br> I was ready to <<link "party">><<replace "#clubbin">> <<skillChecked "Clothing Worn">> It was definitely the time and day for going out, moving down the hallway past other dyads and triads that were in different states of preparedness for the evening -- pregaming and anticipation were ripe in the air. I felt a little pang heading past them -- scooting by and excusing myself when there wasn't much room -- I missed having my own crew, my own group of friends that I could go out with. That was something I'd need to rectify as soon as possible, lest I go mad. I needed it for my cover anyway. What girl my age would be running solo in places like I needed to go? It would raise eyebrows, or say things about me that I didn't need being said. Also, it would be dangerous trying to forge onward in solidarity. Sure, I had a...powerful?...government agency behind me, but it would be easier and safer if I had normies around me. Like a first line of defense. Then I'd only need to drop the EROS hammer if it was really required. Or if they saw things that I didn't. I hoped they were watching. I hoped they cared. <br><br> <<if $Body.isWearingHeels>> My feet were already starting to complain as I hoofed it over to the club, managing the hard concrete that was far past the 'need repairs' report to the local municipality. <<else>> My footwear might not have been the most 'party' I could have chosen, but I welcomed the comfort. And fuck it, I could make anything look cute. <</if>> I headed directly there, not really sure if that was a good thing to do or a bad thing to do. Were people even watching some random American chick walking to clubs? I dismissed the worry out of hand and approached the hole in the wall that was Club ZZYZX. <br><br> <<if visited("M002 - ClubJob")>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Bouncer at a club door */ It was Karl and I couldn't help but give him a little smile, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> He nodded, raising an eyebrow, <<speech "Karl">>"Must really love this place, huh. Ya know, I could give you //dozens// of other options nearby..."<</speech>> I shook my head, giving his ropey arm a squeeze as I passed.<<else>>It was a different bouncer than the other night, but this one also barely looked up when I approached. Female prerogative at clubs: no need for ID or cover. We were the attraction. <</if>> I shuddered as I passed the door into the hazy hallway. Sure, the AC was being pumped hard to fill the space and it was a stark contrast to the heat and humidity outside, but there was also a new tinge to coming here: it was the den of enemy. Or at least //a// den. Before it was just some club, a shitty club, but it had no nefarious edge otherwise. The only thing I was worried about before was the random club-goer, not terrorists or underworld warlords. <br><br> Rounding the corner into the main room, I took a breath, slowing my pace and really taking in the space. The DJ stage, mostly obscured and above the dance floor. The pedestals topped with scantily-clad go go dancers that peppered the area above the crowd of swaying bodies. The bar that ran along the far wall with a number of all-female tenders -- they were also wearing little, but more than their dancing cohorts. The scant and (probably) sketchy couches that adorned the wall perpendicular to the dance floor; little lounging areas spotted with tables large enough for an ice bucket and little else. The women that lounged there were almost exclusively 'ladies of the night', and ladies was a loose term, most of their ages was questionable at best. And then there was the surging crowd of people moving between the door and the dance floor, mostly male, mostly Eastern. <br><br> Besides the sexual selling present, you'd be hard-pressed to call this any more of a haven for evil than any other club I'd been to. Maybe that spoke more to my broadening understanding of the world than anything else. <br><br> I had taken enough time appraising the place. I'd look like a doe in headlights if I stood around aimlessly like this for too much longer. Time to decide what mattered most to me tonight. How would I try and uncover leads? Or did I just...not care. <br><br> <div id="Night1"> <<crossroads #Night1>> <<path>> I could try to surveil from the center of everything. Hide in plain sight and amongst the crowd. Dancing and discovering. <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> Yeah, don't mind me, I'm just a [[party girl|M002 - Night1Dance]]. <<path>> What better way to strike up conversation with people than over beverages. Just needed to be mindful of my intake. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> Yeah, don't mind me, I'm just lookin to get my [[free drinks|M002 - Night1Drink]]! <<path>> Eh, I needed to avoid the draw of pleasure and focus on the mission at hand. Poke around, talk to people. Who was going to think twice about a curious American girl? <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> Yeah, don't mind me. What danger is a girl [[anyway|M002 - Night1Investigate]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <</replace>><</link>>. </div>
<<skillChecked "Employment">> A second night at the club as a patron. <br><br> The first time had given my a lay of the land, but hadn't provided much in the way of my mission. Tonight that would need to change. I tugged at the hemline of my <<link "outfit">><<showDossier wardrobe>><</link>> and nodded to myself, resolved. <br><br><br> <<if $employedZZYZX is true>> <<speech "Bouncer">>"Oh, hey <<print $CC.name>>..." the bouncer at the door looked a little surprised to see me.<</speech>> <br><br> Smiling, I waved back, <<speechPC>>"Hey."<</speechPC>> walking past him as if I owned the joint. Because I did, in a way. I was golden. I was a cute American girl going to a lower-end club. I was who they //wanted// here. And I ''needed'' to be here. What a perfect combination! <br><br> Front door entry and back door entry into the place that was my place of work, place of fun...a place I just //had// to be all the time! And little did they know why. <br><br> Shivering with excitement and the chill of the inside of the club, I began to feel comfortable. Like this was home. Weird home, but at rather this feel like home over RedDoorz. <br><br> The music thumped, vibrating my chest under my outfit. I could feel it in my bones. <<speechPC>>"Woo!"<</speechPC>> I cried out to no one in particular, hopping up and down and making my way to the dance floor. <br><br> Okay. Focus, <<print $CC.name>>. What was the gameplan? <br><br> My head flicked back. I felt a sudden, sharp pain at my scalp and I was losing my footing, <<speech "Female Attacker">>"'Merican cunt!"<</speech>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A female hand grabbing a fistful of hair */ <br><br> <<skillChecked "Training, Background" "Coordination" "Athletics">> <<if $trainedHTH == true>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> A flash of my evaluation. A flash of my time on the mat with Angelo. It came to me instinctively. I twisted and used the grip she had on //me// against ''her''. She had no idea what hit her. She was splayed out on the club floor like a discarded doll. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"What was that?"<</speechPC>> I retorted with the calm that would have impressed Connery, flicking my hair back in place. <br><br> Before the stunned woman -- skin the color of coffee -- had a chance to collect herself or respond, I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who felt comparable to Angelo in strength. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. Peaches?! Shit. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Tao">>"Are you going to behave yourself?"<</speech>> The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? Tao?! She--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//." The instigator had recovered. "Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao">>"You don't play where you work." Shit. Working here was a bonus, but...sword cut both ways.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Tao">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 3 || $CC.hsv == "gang" || $UN.extracurricular == "workout">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> Ohhhhh, no bitch. It wasn't my first rodeo and she was going to find out how much of a bucking bitch I was. <br><br> My hand shot out to return the favor, grabbing her hair and twisting -- pulling her to me. Feeing her weight approaching and the surprised squeal, I now had a target. <br><br> Elbow connected to her ribs and the grip in my mane relaxed. I turned to watch her stumble, clutching her midsection and collapsing on the floor like a discarded doll. Ferocity to wounded princess in a second flat. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"What was that?"<</speechPC>> I retorted with the calm that would have impressed Connery, flicking my hair back in place. <br><br> Before the stunned woman -- skin the color of coffee -- had a chance to collect herself or respond, I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who surprisingly was able to restrain me easily. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. Peaches?! Shit. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Tao">>"Are you going to behave yourself?"<</speech>> The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? Tao?! She--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//." The instigator had recovered. "Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao">>"You don't play where you work." Shit. Working here was a bonus, but...sword cut both ways.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Tao">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <<else>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> I was shocked. A catfight? But why? Why //me//?! <br><br> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Dat's right. You don't belong here."<</speech>> Any move I made made it worse. But now I heard her. I knew where she was. I swung an arm and hit her. I think it was her. I hoped it was her. <br><br> Her hand twisted in my hair eliciting a sharp yelp. I flicked out a foot. I connected with her again. That time I knew it was her because her hand relented. <br><br> I turned hard and I was a fury of hands. My fingers rigid and using the claws that nature gave me. It was nothing new to her. She returned the favor. We were scrabbling, grabbing, scratching and ducking, tight against each other. The only thing that was saving us was that we both didn't want to ruin our clothes or makeup. It would happen, there would be blood and it would be-- <br><br> I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who had no trouble resisting me. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. Peaches?! Shit. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Tao">>"Are you going to behave yourself?" The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? Tao?! She--"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//." The instigator had recovered. "Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tao">>"You don't play where you work." Shit. Working here was a bonus, but...sword cut both ways.<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Tao">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <</if>> <<else>> <div id="night2"> <<skillChecked "Training, Background" "Coordination" "Athletics">> I think the bouncer even perked up seeing me again. Was he the one from the other night? I couldn't tell. I hadn't been paying attention then. Fuck. I needed to be paying attention //all// the time. <br><br> But his noticing me -- he noticed me, right? -- energized me on this new night and new me. <br><br> I even waved to him. Not a response. I was golden. I was a cute American girl going to a lower-end club. I was who they //wanted// here. And I ''needed'' to be here. What a perfect combination! <br><br> Shivering with excitement and the chill of the inside of the club, I began to feel comfortable. Like this was home. Weird home, but at rather this feel like home over RedDoorz. <br><br> The music thumped, vibrating my chest under my outfit. I could feel it in my bones. "Woo!" I cried out to no one in particular, hopping up and down and making my way to the dance floor. <br><br> Okay. Focus, <<print $CC.name>>. What was the gameplan? <br><br> My head flicked back. I felt a sudden, sharp pain at my scalp and I was losing my footing, <<speech "Female Attacker">>"'Merican cunt!"<</speech>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A female hand grabbing a fistful of hair */ <<if $trainedHTH == true>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> A flash of my evaluation. A flash of my time on the mat with Angelo. It came to me instinctively. I twisted and used the grip she had on //me// against ''her''. She had no idea what hit her. She was splayed out on the club floor like a discarded doll. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"What was that?"<</speechPC>> I retorted with the calm that would have impressed Connery, flicking my hair back in place. <br><br> Before the stunned woman -- skin the color of coffee -- had a chance to collect herself or respond, I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who felt comparable to Angelo in strength. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. At first I thought it was this short Asian woman who looked vaguely familiar. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Are you going to behave yourself?"<</speech>> The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? She--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//." The instigator had recovered. "Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"You going to be regular here? Seen you here few times. You know there's other clubs."<</speech>> Shit. I was getting //noticed//? That can't be good, right? Though how surprising was it. I was unique. It had literally been my edge here all along. Sword cut both ways. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> <br><br> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <<elseif $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 3 || $CC.hsv == "gang" || $UN.extracurricular == "workout">> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> Ohhhhh, no bitch. It wasn't my first rodeo and she was going to find out how much of a bucking bitch I was. <br><br> My hand shot out to return the favor, grabbing her hair and twisting -- pulling her to me. Feeing her weight approaching and the surprised squeal, I now had a target. <br><br> Elbow connected to her ribs and the grip in my mane relaxed. I turned to watch her stumble, clutching her midsection and collapsing on the floor like a discarded doll. Ferocity to wounded princess in a second flat. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"What was that?"<</speechPC>> I retorted with the calm that would have impressed Connery, flicking my hair back in place. <br><br> Before the stunned woman -- skin the color of coffee -- had a chance to collect herself or respond, I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who had surprisingly no issue controlling me. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. At first I thought it was this short Asian woman who looked vaguely familiar. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Are you going to behave yourself?"<</speech>> The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? She--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//." The instigator had recovered. "Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"You going to be regular here? Seen you here few times. You know there's other clubs."<</speech>> Shit. I was getting //noticed//? That can't be good, right? Though how surprising was it. I was unique. It had literally been my edge here all along. Sword cut both ways. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> <br><br> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <<else>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> I was shocked. A catfight? But why? Why //me//?! <br><br> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"Dat's right. You don't belong here."<</speech>> Any move I made made it worse. But now I heard her. I knew where she was. I swung an arm and hit her. I think it was her. I hoped it was her. <br><br> Her hand twisted in my hair eliciting a sharp yelp. I flicked out a foot. I connected with her again. That time I knew it was her because her hand relented. <br><br> I turned hard and I was a fury of hands. My fingers rigid and using the claws that nature gave me. It was nothing new to her. She returned the favor. We were scrabbling, grabbing, scratching and ducking, tight against each other. The only thing that was saving us was that we both didn't want to ruin our clothes or makeup. It would happen, there would be blood and it would be-- <br><br> I was set upon again. This time my arms were restrained and by someone who had no trouble resisting me. I grit my teeth and twisted, trying to see my attacker. At first I thought it was this short Asian woman who looked vaguely familiar. Then I realized she was standing in front of me, fury raging in her eyes -- or that was the laser light show. My real attacker was her pitbull: the bouncer from the front door. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Are you going to behave yourself?"<</speech>> The tone was firm. It was directed at //me//. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Excuse me? She--"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Female Attacker">>"These stupid 'merican //cunts//." The instigator had recovered. "Comin' here. Our country. Think dey own everything. Fuck off to where you came prom. We had enough of 'merica here. You been here long enough."<</speech>> The short woman with a bob was letting this bitch get her diatribe in while just staring at me. <br><br> The Filipino tried to hit me, but the bouncer -- even grappling me -- was able to protect me from those wildly swinging hands. She had long nails. I was glad she hadn't used those in her sneak attack. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"She attacked me."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"You going to be regular here? Seen you here few times. You know there's other clubs."<</speech>> Shit. I was getting //noticed//? That can't be good, right? Though how surprising was it. I was unique. It had literally been my edge here all along. Sword cut both ways. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"No, I know. I just...like this place."<</speechPC>> <br><br> The grip behind me relaxed. I hadn't noticed any order given from the little lady in charge. <<speech "Chinese Woman">>"Then don't piss off my patrons."<</speech>> And with that I was left alone, wringing my wrists and trying to bottle up how infuriated I was. Total reversal. Victor to vanquished in a moment. I had gone from 'golden one' to 'hated one' raaather quick. <br><br> Okay. Play nice. If I was getting noticed, I had to be a //wanted// patron. This had been a good lesson that hopefully hadn't really cost me anything. <br><br> Lesson noted, I made sure I knew where the feisty Filipino was before I returned to my [[gameplan|M002 - Night2]]. <</if>> </div> <</if>>
<<image framed "passage/M002-Night1Dance.png">> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> Raising my arms over my head, I pressed my way into the crowd, hips beginning to sway in opposition to my head. The DJ was good, or at least whatever baseline he was using. <br><br> I danced my way through the growing crowd, noticing the many, //many// male eyes on me for being...well, not from around here. Different was going to be a boon and a bane. I was more obvious, more interesting, more desireable, all of which was a double-edged sword. I just had to know how to wield it. <<skillChecked "Need for attention">> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>But fuck did it feel //great//. Everyone was noticing me. I felt like Aphrodite.<<else>>Whoo buddy, I was going to hafta get used to this. It was like the sensation I had back home was increased ten-fold. It felt exposing and scary.<</if>> <br><br> Attractive, young woman, apparently alone. It was unsurprising that my bubble was invaded almost right away. The sharks were on the hunt and I looked to be the tastiest tuna on the floor. <br><br> And now the true dance began. It wasn't finding the right rhythm between me and the random partner who had his hands on my hips. It was judging whether that partner could be anything more than some random club guy. It was playing the part of a girl out for fun. It was ensuring that I wasn't corralled by any single person. It was keeping my wits and eyes on everything __except__ the guy I was dancing with. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Wiles" "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 4>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Callum")>> I gave my name so many times. I was glad in these moments that my legend was, just, ''me''. Their hot, sweaty breath came with questions about why I was here, was I with anyone, was I American. It also came with occasional bites and tugs at my earlobe, bold kisses -- and in one case a lick. They were disappointed as most of them were left rigid in their pants and with me disappearing into the crowd with nary a goodbye. <br><br> It came relatively easy to me, the teasing and hints of interest...just enough to play the part, but nothing that committed me to anything more. <br><br> Even still, it was hard to really get a bead on anything in the midst of the swaying, swollen sea of people. Lights, haze, and bodies were a natural camouflage to anything that might have been going on. I couldn't really keep tabs on the comings and goings. So I made the switch from surveillance of the Club operations to finding someone //in// the crowd who might matter in some way, shape or form. <br><br> I pried what I could from them before I had to pry them off of me. Unsurprisingly, they were mostly just hard-up and desperate men who had paid the cover to get inside here on the chance that there'd be some girl willing to let them inside //her//. Some raved about knowing the ins and outs of Manila, or had some places they wanted to show me, but I was coming up short. A lack of leads, tired legs, a body coated in god-knows-who's sweat, and my clothing would probably need two steamings to get out all the wrinkles and creases. <br><br> That was, until I heard the shocking Western accent chuckling in my ear, "Who'd have thought I'd come all this way and find a girl from back home?" <br><br> I chuckled along with his joke. He wasn't American, but I wouldn't dispel him of the notion straight away. I smirked over my shoulder, <<speechPC>>"Well, hello."<</speechPC>> He was a tall, widely-built Scotsman(?), bald and easily twice my age. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Ah, shite." He laughed, pressing his hips against me to counter-point his dissatisfaction, "American."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I look...Scottish?"<</speechPC>> The meat and give of my ass rubbed up and down against his crotch, entertaining the beginnings of an erection. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Maybe I was hoping. You look differen' than everyone else here."<</speech>> What followed was playful banter and while he was groping and grinding as much as any of the guys before, it felt less predatory and more like kinship in a far-flung territory for both of us. And it turned out he was here on 'business' -- not interesting, but just laughed off any inquiries into what the business was -- interesting. <br><br> So after a requisite amount of flirtation, dancing, and teasing, I offered a break (which I was more than happy to receive) to grab a drink and lounge a bit. Callum -- that was his name -- headed off to grab me a vodka tonic while I found us a place to lounge off to the side. <br><br> My feet screamed out in rapture when I dropped myself back into the sofa and I was tired enough not to think about what it might have been soaked and stained with over its life here at Club ZZYZX. <<speechPC>>"So, Callum," I beamed up at him as I retrieved my drink and greedily 'rehydrated', "Why ZZYZX?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Coul' ask the same thing of you."<</speech>> Age had turned former muscle to...less so...and it became much more apparent as his arm swung around behind me and pulled me close. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Clothing Worn">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Hand pushing up a skirt between thighs */ I told him the truth, which is that I was scoping things out, new in town and that my digs were close and this was convenient. I was just looking for a night out and didn't need anything too fancy. His other hand dipped between my legs, pressing upward insistently as we chatted. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>>And, fuck, I was easy access <<print $CC.name>> tonight. I felt the pads of his fingers flutter at sensitive bare skin. There was only me between him...and me.<</if>> I tried to slightly dissuade him, but I still needed to get a bit more understanding of Callum before I could end this encounter. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"This neck of the woods? Ach, sorry, dearie." So he was staying elsewhere. Why trek down to this neighborhood and //this// lower-end club. Sure, he might be trying to pull as a big fish in a small pond. Or... "Didn't plan on it meself, victim of circumstance and locality of business being done, yesee."<</speech>> I couldn't keep the fingers at bay any longer, and now he was doing to me what I had been doing to him on the dance floor. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>><<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>What had been a hint of contact at my lips was now unadulterated fingering, <<speech "Callum">>"Mmm. Freeballin' are we. Knew I liked ye."<</speech>><<else>>What had been a hint of contact at the fabric -- my last barrier -- was now pawing strokes.<</if>><</if>> <div id="NightDance"> <<crossroads #NightDance>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Constantly Horny')>> Shit. I hated being hornier than guys. Fine. We could fuck. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a nympho or have a high enough sex drive. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> I practically jerked my hips forward, my hand grabbing at his other arm and pulling myself into him. I cooed softly as I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. I probably felt like a furnace with how warm the insides of my thighs were. <br><br> My chin rested near his collarbone, eyes closed and keeping myself tight against him as he worked. Then he yanked his hand away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and stood. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me off the couch and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), there was a split-second where I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now--nghh f-fuck I almost came. <br><br> Goddamn, I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Could be a source. Keeping him live with sex would be easier than without. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 3 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 3>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> Fuck. Was //this// what it was going to take? I felt dirty. <br><br> <</if>> My thighs parted more, my crotch pressed forward into his stroking, thick digits. I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. <<speechPC>>"Where are you staying?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> His hand yanked away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and stood. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me off the couch and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now and didn't know if I was trapping enough. <br><br> I ventured to not push my luck, plus I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Just because an EROS agent uses sex didn't mean I //had// to. I had a lead and I could disentangle with my dignity intact. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> I tried to hold the tremble and shudder of my eyes at bay, ignoring the shocks between my legs -- god I was getting fucking //soaked// -- <<speechPC>>"Lemme give you my number, Callum. I've been dancing all night so let's pick this back up when I'm not a wreck."<</speechPC>> My hips shifted back, my pussy complaining as the pressure lightened and the hope of sex retreated too. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Fair enough, darlin'."<</speech>> He retrieved his phone from his jacket pocket and handed it to me with surprising ease. Unlocked, unconcerned. So either he would give up his knowledge easily or there was nothing to be had. I popped in my number and got up off the lounger, pecking him on the cheek. He gave my own, other, cheek a good smack in response, <<speech "Callum">>"See you soon. Sure ye don't want a walk home? Dangerous 'round these parts."<</speech>> <br><br> I leaned in, hand sliding down his chest, giving him a little tongue. He took the moment to try again at my vulva. I let him play, feeling my heat as a promise of //next// time, <<speechPC>>"Appreciate the gentlemanly offer."<</speechPC>> The irony of being practically fingered at the moment was not lost on me, <<speechPC>>"But I'll be fine."<</speechPC>> <br><br> And I was. Riding a high of locking in my first potential lead on my first night out on 'infil' duty as silly American party girl? Fuck, maybe I //could// be an EROS agent. <br><br> I put myself to sleep by masturbating furiously, imagining <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>>. He held a special place in my heart, but that night it was different. ''I'' held all of the power. I was merely using them for my own purposes. I had to be sexually sated before I could go out in the field, clear-headed and resolved. And they were my toy. Beneath me, grunting out and holding back their own orgasm so that I could get mine -- I could get a half __dozen__ -- first. <br><br> I collapsed into sleep, thighs quaking, toes digging into the shitty mattress as I laughed out, imagining leaving <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>> pre-orgasm. I was done, they'd have to take care of themselves. <br><br> Sleep was incredible that [[night|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Mouth speaking into an ear */ <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Okayyy? So, you see, Manila is party town."<</speech>> I really couldn't place this guy's accent. My ear was moist with his breath, but I couldn't manage to get away from him. Guys had come with drinks from time to time and by now I was tired...and he was a persistent bugger. Having a pretty good buzz and the exhaustion I was feeling down to my heels was putting me at the end of my rope. I had kept pushing onward in the hope that something would materialize, but maybe it was too much strain, having to learn to pack it in earlier...to know my own limits. My brain wobbled a bit as I nodded, looking over at him trying to play the pliant and kind girl he expected. <br><br> Shit. I was supposed to be an //agent// right now. This loser wasn't going to offer me anything except pointers on the places he likes to go to have fun. I hadn't noticed anything about the goings on of the club except which dancers were best. <<speechPC>>"Yah, seems...fun."<</speechPC>> I grinned and, now realizing my mistake, I tried to make an exit, <<speechPC>>"Look, I gotta...go to the bathroom."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He smiled and nodded, arm sliding around my waist to ensure I wasn't going. I tried to make eye contact with another girl on the floor, 'save me' -- shiittt...too many guys. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"And dis is a good place, I guess. But there better ones. Come on, les get outta here, yah?" He pulled.<</speech>> <div id="NightDanceElse"> <<crossroads #NightDanceElse>> <<path $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 3 && ($Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho'))>> Eh, being on my back right now instead of my feet sounds way better. Fine. Spy later. Get laid now. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough or just want sex OR is too disciplined <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> As he pulled me away from the floor, I thought, "Fuck. Well, I should have been a //bit// more focused on the objective, but at least there'd be something good coming out of it." And that's how we went, mostly wordlessly out of the Club and into a cab. Perfect for my legend, drunk new-girl-on-the-block American easily picked up and brought back for some casual [[sex|M002 - Night1Sex]] from a club. <<path>> Nuh-uh, buddy. This ain't how you pickup girls. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Wiles">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value lte 1>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> Leaning up to let my lips graze his ear, I whispered, <<speechPC>>"Lemme just go to the bathroom quick. I'm gunna pee my panties if not."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Quick trip, no worries."<</speech>> Nope, teasing or hinting was not going to be enough to get him away. I had taken too long. I was too drunk. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value lte 3>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<speechPC>>"Yah, yah, yah, but..."<</speechPC>> I waited til his movement gave me the opening, but I couldn't get it. My brain too awash with booze. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lte 3>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> In a last attempt -- worry flooding my mind -- I grunted, trying to pull away from him. My thighs and calves tensed, toes pressing down as my upper body swiveled to go the other direction. But he seemed well-prepared. We kept making our way towards the exit. <br><br> Shit. The booze in my brain was making this too hard. And I wasn't about to make a grand show of it in the place I'd need to be. I couldn't get a name for myself the first night. EROS agents did this kinda thing...just with their marks. With targets. For intel. <br><br> I, on the other hand, would be getting out of this cab with rando grabby McGee for no-strings-attached and no-benefit [[sex|M002 - Night1Sex]]. Call it field experience. <<else>> In a last attempt -- worry flooding my mind -- I grunted, trying to pull away from him. A little swing of my hips and having that lower center of gravity was all I needed. He stumbled away and I quickly made my way ahead, down the hallway he was trying to lead me into. <br><br> Just had to get to the bouncer first. I panted like an idiot, like I was being chased by a monster, but I got away, stumbling awkwardly into the moist air of the outside. I looked back, wanting to see the bouncer throw my pursuer down, but he didn't appear. I got a few weird looks, but then was ignored as some drunken bitch. <br><br> And I headed back. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Yah, yah, yah, but..."<</speechPC>> I waited til his movement gave me the opening...and then I was free, sliding out of his grip and smirking at him with a little playful wave as I disappeared back to the bathroom. <br><br> On my way and before he could decide to follow me and ensure I wouldn't get away, I grabbed one of the go-go girls -- a stocky one with an undercut bob -- that was heading back...to change or do a bump, I don't know, <<speechPC>>"Hey, hey...gotta...get out. Back door?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Instant understanding, she guided me to the service door and I was out into an alley. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> Leaning up to let my lips graze his ear, I whispered, <<speechPC>>"Lemme just go to the bathroom quick. I'm gunna pee my panties if not." My teeth tugged at his earlobe.<</speechPC>> <br><br> He was about to say something when my hand dropped to give his cock a squeeze. Whatever he was about to say changed to, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh. Kay."<</speech>> And he nodded, eyes cloudy as he experienced the pleasure. And then I was gone. <br><br> On my way and before he could decide to follow me and ensure I wouldn't get away, I grabbed one of the go-go girls -- a stocky one with an undercut bob -- that was heading back...to change or do a bump, I don't know, <<speechPC>>"Hey, hey...gotta...get out. Back door?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Instant understanding, she guided me to the service door and I was out into an alley. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -= 2>> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men & Addiction Level">> With a confident stride, I approached the bar. It had a better view of the venue anyway. I could watch the back, I could watch the front, I could watch the dance floor. Employees, clientele, guests, I could see all the comings and goings from there. <br><br> I leaned against the bar casually, with the air of someone //about// to order a drink but just not able to get their attention...yet. It would have been difficult anyway given the gender of the bartenders and the way that money usually flowed at a place like this. They knew what I was up to and they were more than happy to wait for my efforts to garner them a fat tip. They'd get paid because of some schmuck's vainglorious hope to get my vagina. <br><br> There was a spare moment before the first approach when I began to notice the many, //many// male eyes on me for being...well, not from around here. Different was going to be a boon and a bane. I was more obvious, more interesting, more desireable, all of which was a double-edged sword. I just had to know how to wield it. <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>But fuck did it feel //great//. Everyone was noticing me. I felt like Aphrodite.<<else>>Whoo buddy, I was going to hafta get used to this. It was like the sensation I had back home was increased ten-fold. It felt exposing and scary.<</if>> <br><br> Attractive, young woman, apparently alone. It was unsurprising that my bubble was invaded almost right away. The sharks were on the hunt and I looked to be the tastiest tuna on the floor. <br><br> Drinks were practically thrown at me. <br><br> And this was the ''incredibly'' difficult part: I needed them to hit me up and here there was really only one way about that, fine, but the other end of the interaction? How to both extricate myself from someone who wasn't worth my while as well as not //have// a drink when the next guy tried his luck. I couldn't look like I was __with__ any of them. I couldn't look like I was waiting for someone to come back. I had to be giving them openings while not being too available and have no way to...get away. And then, on top of that craziness, I had to judge whether that guy could be anything more than some random club schmo. It was playing the part of a girl out for fun. It was ensuring that I wasn't corralled by any single person. It was keeping my wits and eyes on everything __except__ the guy I was drinking with. <br><br> <<if $HS.addictionLv gt 2>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Okayyy? So, you see, Manila is party town."<</speech>> I really couldn't place this guy's accent. My ear was moist with his breath, but he was funneling me the drinks. They had come fast and furious and I had trouble saying no. And trouble not finishing them. I was rocking a major buzz and my body was really happy about it. My brain wobbled a bit as I nodded, looking over at him trying to play the pliant and kind girl he expected. <br><br> Shit. I was supposed to be an //agent// right now. This loser wasn't going to offer me anything except pointers on the places he likes to go to have fun. I hadn't noticed anything about the goings on of the club except which bartenders were the quickest on the draw. <<speechPC>>"Yah, seems...fun."<</speechPC>> I grinned and, now realizing my mistake, I tried to make an exit, <<speechPC>>"Look, I gotta...go to the bathroom."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He smiled and nodded, arm sliding around my waist to ensure I wasn't going. I tried to make eye contact with a bartender, 'save me', <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"And dis is a good place, I guess. But there better ones. Come on, les get outta here, yah?" He pulled.<</speech>> <div id="NightDrink"> <<crossroads #NightDrink>> <<path $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 3 && ($Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Nympho'))>> Shit. Serves me right for drinking too much and getting locked down by him. Hope he's good in the sack. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough or just want sex OR is too Disciplined <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline -->> <<Stats Easy ++>> As he pulled me away from the bar, I thought, "Fuck. Well, I should have been a //bit// more focused on the objective, but at least there'd be something good coming out of it." And that's how we went, mostly wordlessly out of the Club and into a cab. Perfect for my legend, drunk new-girl-on-the-block American easily picked up and brought back for some casual [[sex|M002 - Night1Sex]] from a club. <<path>> Nuh-uh, buddy. This ain't how you pickup girls. Gotta get away, however I could. //If// I could. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Wiles">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value lte 1>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> Leaning up to let my lips graze his ear, I whispered, <<speechPC>>"Lemme just go to the bathroom quick. I'm gunna pee my panties if not."<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Quick trip, no worries."<</speech>> Nope, teasing or hinting was not going to be enough to get him away. I had taken too long. I was too drunk. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Coordination ">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value lte 3>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<speechPC>>"Yah, yah, yah, but..."<</speechPC>> I waited til his movement gave me the opening, but I couldn't get it. My brain too awash with booze. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Athletics">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Athletics'].value lte 3>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> In a last attempt -- worry flooding my mind -- I grunted, trying to pull away from him. My thighs and calves tensed, toes pressing down as my upper body swiveled to go the other direction. But he seemed well-prepared. We kept making our way towards the exit. <br><br> Shit. The booze in my brain was making this too hard. And I wasn't about to make a grand show of it in the place I'd need to be. I couldn't get a name for myself the first night. EROS agents did this kinda thing...just with their marks. With targets. For intel. <br><br> I, on the other hand, would be getting out of this cab with rando grabby McGee for no-strings-attached and no-benefit [[sex|M002 - Night1Sex]]. Call it field experience. <<else>> In a last attempt -- worry flooding my mind -- I grunted, trying to pull away from him. A little swing of my hips and having that lower center of gravity was all I needed. He stumbled away and I quickly made my way ahead, down the hallway he was trying to lead me into. <br><br> Just had to get to the bouncer first. I panted like an idiot, like I was being chased by a monster, but I got away, stumbling awkwardly into the moist air of the outside. I looked back, wanting to see the bouncer throw my pursuer down, but he didn't appear. I got a few weird looks, but then was ignored as some drunken bitch. <br><br> And I headed back. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"Yah, yah, yah, but..."<</speechPC>> I waited til his movement gave me the opening...and then I was free, sliding out of his grip and smirking at him with a little playful wave as I disappeared back to the bathroom. <br><br> On my way and before he could decide to follow me and ensure I wouldn't get away, I grabbed one of the go-go's that was heading back...to change or do a bump, I don't know, <<speechPC>>"Hey, hey...gotta...get out. Back door?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Instant understanding, she guided me to the service door and I was out into an alley. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> Leaning up to let my lips graze his ear, I whispered, <<speechPC>>"Lemme just go to the bathroom quick. I'm gunna pee my panties if not." My teeth tugged at his earlobe.<</speechPC>> <br><br> He was about to say something when my hand dropped to give his cock a squeeze. Whatever he was about to say changed to, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh. Kay."<</speech>> And he nodded, eyes cloudy as he experienced the pleasure. And then I was gone. <br><br> On my way and before he could decide to follow me and ensure I wouldn't get away, I grabbed one of the go-go girls -- a stocky one with an undercut bob -- that was heading back...to change or do a bump, I don't know, <<speechPC>>"Hey, hey...gotta...get out. Back door?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> Instant understanding, she guided me to the service door and I was out into an alley. It took me a little while, especially inebriated, to figure out how to get back but I did. <br><br> I'd wake up pissed in the morning that I had been such and idiot and come up so empty-handed. But at least I was safe and sound...at the [[RedDoorz|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Callum")>> I gave my name so many times. I was glad in these moments that my legend was, just, ''me''. Their hot, sweaty breath came with questions about why I was here, was I with anyone, was I American. They were grabby and constantly too close, but I was able to maneuver them away and avoid drinking too much to keep my wits about me. I wasn't making any friends right now and probably was on a growing number of lists as a moocher and ice queen, but I wasn't here to make friends. <br><br> There wasn't anything untoward that I was noticing, besides the prostitution. Otherwise, it just seemed like a normal place of business. There were certainly people who were //not// employees heading to the back or having little impromptu meetings in the lounge areas -- never getting a drink or hitting up the bar -- so that was good intel, but I couldn't figure out an approach on any of them. Maybe it would have to wait until another night, when I saw a repeat face or was able to get a better understanding of the flow and dynamics of these meetings. <br><br> That was, until I heard the shocking Western accent chuckling in my ear, <<speech "Callum">>"Who'd have thought I'd come all this way and find a girl from back home?"<</speech>> <br><br> I chuckled along with his joke. He wasn't American, but I wouldn't dispel him of the notion straight away. I smirked over my shoulder, <<speechPC>>"Well, hello."<</speechPC>> He was a tall, widely-built Scotsman(?), bald and easily twice my age. And, most importantly: he had just come from the back area of the club. Why? Maybe the bathroom, true, but he was enough out of place that it at least piqued my interest. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Ah, shite." He laughed, pressing the side of his hips against me to counter-point his dissatisfaction, "American."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I look...Scottish?"<</speechPC>> I made a little head nod down at the empty space of the bar in front of me. My brain wobbled a bit. Shit, maybe this was the buzz talking and not my perception. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Maybe I was hoping. You look differen' than everyone else here."<</speech>> What followed was playful banter and while he was groping as much as any of the guys before, it felt less predatory and more like kinship in a far-flung territory for both of us. And it turned out he was here on 'business' -- not interesting, but just laughed off any inquiries into what the business was -- interesting. <br><br> So after a requisite amount of flirtation, I offered a break (I'd been standing for hours anyway) to lounge a bit. Callum -- that was his name -- grunted, looking off to the side and then decided against it, his hand dropped against my ass and down to search between my thighs, <<speechPC>>"Changing venue?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> I squirmed, trying to keep him from reaching the honeypot, twisting my hips towards him and making the angle more difficult. <<speechPC>>"So, Callum,"<</speechPC>> I beamed up at him, pounding down the last drink he had gotten me so that he could provide another -- make him think he hadn't primed my pump enough yet, <<speechPC>>"Why ZZYZX?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Coul' ask the same thing of you."<</speech>> Age had turned former muscle to...less so...and it became much more apparent as his arm swung around behind me and pulled me close. <br><br> I told him the truth, which is that I was scoping things out, new in town and that my digs were close and this was convenient. I was just looking for a night out and didn't need anything too fancy. His other hand dipped between my legs ''again'', pressing upward insistently as we chatted. <<skillChecked "Clothes Worn">><<if $Body.isWearingDress>>And, fuck, I was easy access <<print $CC.name>> tonight. I felt the pads of his fingers flutter at sensitive bare skin. There was only me between him...and me.<</if>> I tried to slightly dissuade him, but I still needed to get a bit more understanding of Callum before I could end this encounter. But attempt two was much more focused than the first. He wasn't testing the waters, he was making a point. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"This neck of the woods? Ach, sorry, dearie." So he was staying elsewhere. Why trek down to this neighborhood and //this// lower-end club. Sure, he might be trying to pull as a big fish in a small pond. Or... "Didn't plan on it meself, victim of circumstance and locality of business being done, yesee."<</speech>> I couldn't keep the fingers at bay any longer, and now anyone could see what he was doing, plain as day. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>><<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>What had been a hint of contact at my lips was now unadulterated fingering, <<speech "Callum">>"Mmm. Freeballin' are we. Knew I liked ye."<</speech>><<else>>What had been a hint of contact at the fabric -- my last barrier -- was now pawing strokes.<</if>><</if>> <div id="NightDrinkElse"> <<crossroads #NightDrinkElse>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Constantly Horny')>> Shit. I hated being hornier than guys. Fine. We could fuck. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a nympho or have a high enough sex drive. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> I practically jerked my hips back against the digging, my hand grabbing at his other arm and pulling myself into him. I cooed softly as I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. I probably felt like a furnace with how warm the insides of my thighs were. <br><br> My chin rested near his collarbone, eyes closed and keeping myself tight against him as he worked. Then he yanked his hand away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away from the bar and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), there was a split-second where I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now--nghh f-fuck I almost came. <br><br> Goddamn, I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Could be a source. Keeping him live with sex would be easier than without. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 3 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 3>> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Suggestible">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> Fuck. Was //this// what it was going to take? I felt dirty. <br><br> <</if>> I shifted my feet, parted for him, my crotch pressed back into his stroking, thick digits. I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. <<speechPC>>"Where are you staying?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> His hand yanked away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away with him and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now and didn't know if I was trapping enough. <br><br> I ventured to not push my luck, plus I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Just because an EROS agent uses sex didn't mean I //had// to. I had a lead and I could disentangle with my dignity intact. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> I tried to hold the tremble and shudder of my eyes at bay, ignoring the shocks between my legs -- god I was getting fucking //soaked// -- <<speechPC>>"Lemme give you my number, Callum. I've been dancing all night so let's pick this back up when I'm not a wreck."<</speechPC>> My hips shifted forward, my pussy complaining as the pressure lightened and the hope of sex retreated too. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Fair enough, darlin'."<</speech>> He retrieved his phone from his jacket pocket and handed it to me with surprising ease. Unlocked, unconcerned. So either he would give up his knowledge easily or there was nothing to be had. I popped in my number and moved away from the bar, pecking him on the cheek. He gave my own, other, cheek a good smack in response, <<speech "Callum">>"See you soon. Sure ye don't want a walk home? Dangerous 'round these parts."<</speech>> <br><br> I leaned in, hand sliding down his chest, giving him a little tongue. He took the moment to try again at my vulva. I let him play, feeling my heat as a promise of //next// time, <<speechPC>>"Appreciate the gentlemanly offer."<</speechPC>> The irony of being practically fingered at the moment was not lost on me, <<speechPC>>"But I'll be fine."<</speechPC>> <br><br> And I was. Riding a high of locking in my first potential lead on my first night out on 'infil' duty as silly American party girl? Fuck, maybe I //could// be an EROS agent. <br><br> I put myself to sleep by masturbating furiously, imagining <<skillChecked "Virginity">><<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>>. My first held a special place in my heart, but that night it was different. ''I'' held all of the power. I was merely using them for my own purposes. I had to be sexually sated before I could go out in the field, clear-headed and resolved. And they were my toy. Beneath me, grunting out and holding back their own orgasm so that I could get mine -- I could get a half __dozen__ -- first. <br><br> I collapsed into sleep, thighs quaking, toes digging into the shitty mattress as I laughed out, imagining leaving <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>> pre-orgasm. I was done, they'd have to take care of themselves. <br><br> Sleep was incredible that [[night|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Peaches")>> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men">> Another deep breath. This was going to be...less than easy. First, I made my way to the bar, waved down a bartender who looked surprised that a girl was trying to get her attention. I didn't have time to waste, girly. Luckily, before she was over to me, I had been approached. Shit that was //quick//. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Whatever she wants,"<</speech>> Eastern accent, but it was too loud to place. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Oh, thank you." I gave a side smile, "Vodka soda."<</speechPC>> And then tried to ignore his presence as he leaned closer and began speaking to me. <<speechPC>>"What?"<</speechPC>> I was giving him all the bland not-interested I could, leaning away whenever I acted like I couldn't hear him. That was when I began to notice the many, //many// male eyes on me for being...well, not from around here. Different was going to be a boon and a bane. I was more obvious, more interesting, more desireable, all of which was a double-edged sword. I just had to know how to wield it. <<skillChecked "Need for attention">> <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 1>>But fuck did it feel //great//. Everyone was noticing me. I felt like Aphrodite.<<else>>Whoo buddy, I was going to hafta get used to this. It was like the sensation I had back home was increased ten-fold. It felt exposing and scary.<</if>> <br><br> <<speech "Bartender">>"Here you go."<</speech>> The bartender not only gave me the drink, but also a knowing squeeze to my wrist before looking for payment from the guy. And //that// was my opportunity to skee-daddle. I slid away from the bar and out onto the dance floor, arms above my head. <br><br> I sipped from the plastic cup while interposing as many bodies between me and him as possible. And then I skirted to the edge, beginning my surveillance. There wasn't anything untoward that I was noticing, besides the prostitution. Otherwise, it just seemed like a normal place of business. There were certainly people who were //not// employees heading to the back or having little impromptu meetings in the lounge areas -- never getting a drink or hitting up the bar -- so that was good intel, but I couldn't figure out an approach on any of them. Maybe it would have to wait until another night, when I saw a repeat face or was able to get a better understanding of the flow and dynamics of these meetings. <br><br> No, now was the time. <br><br> I broke from the dance floor, pounding my drink and making as if I needed to use the restroom badly. Where were these guys (mostly guys) heading back here? <br><br> Caught the timing wrong. Employees and the long line for the men's bathroom. I slowed my pace, hoping to catch something before dipping into the ladies. Nothing. Shit. <br><br> As I took a quick pee, I considered what I had seen: a number of doors that could have been supply closets, employee locker rooms or changing rooms, electrical, god who knows. I could try any of those doors and end up in any kind of situation. And if I just walked into the den of the devil himself, what was I going to do //then//? <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): A seedy hallway with a bunch of doors.*/ I imagined all the ways playing into dumb American girly could go before wiping and heading out of the bathroom again. <br><br> A door opened and a dancer walked past me, her tits and ass practically out. Why not just be a stripper, right? <br><br> I kept walking and another door opened, nearly bowling me over as a barback tried lifting a keg with more of his back than his legs. <br><br> And then a stroke of luck. A big guy, white -- so that was not typical -- and clearly not an employee came out of another door. I lagged behind him, trying to see where he was <<linkexpand "going...">> <<face shock>> going... <br><br> <<speech "Asian Woman">>"What you doing?"<</speech>> This little woman jerked out in front of me. Where had she come from? <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Uh sorry, just...coming from the bathroom?"<</speechPC>> I acted as confused and affronted as I could manage. <br><br> <<speech "Asian Woman">>"Kay. Keep walking. Have nice night."<</speech>> And like that, she was gone again. And so was the big white guy. Shit. <br><br> Opportunity squandered, I headed back out to the club. Dance floor was a nightmare to try and surveil anything. It would just be a crapshoot who I would meet and if they would matter. Bar wouldn't be much better and far more difficult to manage the men. <br><br> That left few options. One option. The lounge. <br><br> Guess it was time to try the angle of employees. Maybe they'd be open to being talked to, I'd just have to be careful in how I did it. <br><br> Try talking to a prostitute as a young woman and see how far you get. Try talking to them when there were already guys on the prowl, sitting next to them, talking to them, seeking entertainment. I tried just being in the general vicinity and then I got approached like I was one -- switched loungers //quick//. I tried a more direct approach, asking about the club, about them, about the area. They barely even reacted to my questions. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value + $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gte 6>> <<skillChecked "Deception" "Social">> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Tara")>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<speechPC>>"There ever a girl's night here?"<</speechPC>> I laughed as I dropped into a lounger by one of the older women working in the area. I noticed that she was not being given much attention, probably due to her age. Anywhere else she likely would have cleaned up because she was white and most other places would have been rife with local offerings, but here she was dime a dozen. This club's stock of women were varied, exotic...well, exotic if you weren't in the West. <br><br> She looked over at me, raising an eyebrow, <<speech "Tara">>"Girl. You better me so fucking careful." American. "You're going to get scooped up around here if you play it loose and free."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh shit, American too?" She nodded, "I'm from <<print $CC.hometownName>>."<</speechPC>> She laughed, <<speech "Tara">>"Crazy. And...why are you here? Daddy on some 'work trip'?"<</speech>> Air quotes and eyes motioning to the men that weren't talking to her made all the subtext I needed. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Uh, no. Just here like, seeing the world, ya know?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara">>"Mhm. Yeah, like I said. Be careful."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>Time to play dumb, "Bad night or something?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara">>"Clearly."<</speech>> Her striking green eyes dropped to the empty space on either side of her. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Guys aren't everything...you want to dance?"<</speechPC>> I could see a flicker of consideration in her eyes. Then they hardened. <br><br> <<speech "Tara">>"Can't. Working."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"Oh. OH." My own eyes got huge in 'realization'. "Shit, I'm like...so, so sorry." I bit my lower lip, "Want me to go? Am I killing your vibe?" She smiled, shaking her head and squeezing my hand, looking me over. "Okay."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara">>"You're the light of the evening. I'm Tara,"<</speech>> her fingers twined with mine. Sure, she was older than the other girls in a ratio-kind-of-way, but really she was what, late 20s, tops? <br><br> <<speechPC>>"<<print $CC.name>>."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Tara">>"Cute. I like it."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"So like...what's it like...working...here."<</speechPC>> We held hands, chatting away. I noticed that short woman from earlier staring daggers at Tara, but she seemed to not care. <br><br> And she really was telling me things. I played the curious, fresh of the boat American, wide-eyes and in wonder as I learned about this dark, scary underworld. <<speech "Tara">>"Look, you gotta avoid this place. Girls like you and me...they can get...//stuck// working here. And Peaches..."<</speech>> a head motion over at the woman who wanted her to be working and not talking, <<speech "Tara">>"Isn't the one that runs this place. She acts scary, but who she works for? Scary like you wouldn't believe." She got up with a sigh, "Sorry, gotta not get my ass dumped in the gutter tonight. By putting my ass in front of a gutter rat." She laughed at her dark joke, "But here's my number," Her fingers fluttered, asking for my phone.<</speech>> She laughed seeing that there was no service, but plugged in her digits anyway. <<speech "Tara">>"Wow, completely unprotected aren'tcha. Well, text me when you get some service. Talk then." She leaned forward and gave me a peck on the lips.<</speech>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Guy in a club, sitting on a couch and staring at his phone */ She beamed as she walked away, dropping unceremoniously next to some douche who was playing a game on his phone rather than enjoying the club. <br><br> I was beaming as I walked out of the place. I didn't wait around or try anything else, my tank was full. My victory achieved. I also didn't want to be too suspicious. Or dropped in a gutter if I really was that at-risk as Tara had mentioned. <br><br> Riding a high of locking in my first potential lead on my first night out on 'infil' duty as silly American party girl, I barely noticed the shittiness of the RedDoorz on my return. Popping my shoes off and stripping the clothes onto the linoleum floor? Fuck, maybe I //could// be an EROS agent. Sending a text off to Tara and thinking about what access she could give me? I was ''nailing'' this assignment. <<print $ACTI.target>> would be in the bag in no time. <br><br> I put myself to sleep by masturbating furiously, imagining <<skillChecked "Virginity">><<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>>. He held a special place in my heart, but that night it was different. ''I'' held all of the power. I was merely using them for my own purposes. I had to be sexually sated before I could go out in the field, clear-headed and resolved. And they were my toy. Beneath me, grunting out and holding back their own orgasm so that I could get mine -- I could get a half __dozen__ -- first. <br><br> I collapsed into sleep, thighs quaking, toes digging into the shitty mattress as I laughed out, imagining leaving <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>> pre-orgasm. I was done, they'd have to take care of themselves. <br><br> Sleep was incredible that [[night|HomeBase]]. <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">>Though right before it took me, there was a flicker...an image of Tara.<</if>> <<else>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Callum")>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<skillChecked "Clothes Worn">> This wasn't going anywhere. I backed away from the loungers, deciding if I try something else or give up entirely. Maybe my angle was all wrong. I figured that the night was essentially a loss. <br><br> That was, until I heard the shocking Western accent chuckling in my ear, <<speech "Callum">>"Who'd have thought I'd come all this way and find a girl from back home?"<</speech>> I chuckled along with his joke. He wasn't American, but I wouldn't dispel him of the notion straight away. I smirked over my shoulder, <<speechPC>>"Well, hello."<</speechPC>> He was a tall, widely-built Scotsman(?), bald and easily twice my age. And, most importantly: It was the guy from before, in the hallway. I had lost him, but he had found me. Little did he know I was looking for him. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Ah, shite." He laughed, pressing the side of his hips against me to counter-point his dissatisfaction, "American."<</speech>> <<speechPC>>"I look...Scottish?"<</speechPC>> I made a little head over at the bar. Now was a time I could use it, with a guy I //wanted// around. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Maybe I was hoping. You look differen' than everyone else here."<</speech>> What followed was playful banter and while he was groping as much as any of these guys would have, it felt less predatory and more like kinship in a far-flung territory for both of us. And it turned out he was here on 'business' -- not interesting, but just laughed off any inquiries into what the business was -- interesting. <br><br> So after a requisite amount of flirtation, I offered a break (I'd been standing for hours anyway) to lounge a bit. Callum -- that was his name -- grunted, looking off to the side and then decided against it, his hand dropped against my ass and down to search between my thighs, <<speechPC>>"Changing venue?"<</speechPC>> I squirmed, trying to keep him from reaching the honeypot, twisting my hips towards him and making the angle more difficult. <<speechPC>>"So, Callum," I beamed up at him, pounding down the last drink he had gotten me so that he could provide another -- make him think he hadn't primed my pump enough yet, "Why ZZYZX?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Callum">>"Coul' ask the same thing of you."<</speech>> Age had turned former muscle to...less so...and it became much more apparent as his arm swung around behind me and pulled me close. <br><br> I told him the truth, which is that I was scoping things out, new in town and that my digs were close and this was convenient. I was just looking for a night out and didn't need anything too fancy. His other hand dipped between my legs ''again'', pressing upward insistently as we chatted. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>>And, fuck, I was easy access <<print $CC.name>> tonight. I felt the pads of his fingers flutter at sensitive bare skin. There was only me between him...and me.<</if>> I tried to slightly dissuade him, but I still needed to get a bit more understanding of Callum before I could end this encounter. But attempt two was much more focused than the first. He wasn't testing the waters, he was making a point. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"This neck of the woods? Ach, sorry, dearie."<</speech>> So he was staying elsewhere. Why trek down to this neighborhood and //this// lower-end club. Sure, he might be trying to pull as a big fish in a small pond. Or... <<speech "Callum">>"Didn't plan on it meself, victim of circumstance and locality of business being done, yesee."<</speech>> I couldn't keep the fingers at bay any longer, and now anyone could see what he was doing, plain as day. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>><<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>What had been a hint of contact at my lips was now unadulterated fingering, <<speech "Callum">>"Mmm. Freeballin' are we. Knew I liked ye."<</speech>><<else>>What had been a hint of contact at the fabric -- my last barrier -- was now pawing strokes.<</if>><</if>> <div id="NightInvestigateElse"> <<crossroads #NightInvestigateElse>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Constantly Horny')>> Shit. I hated being hornier than guys. Fine. We could fuck. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> I practically jerked my hips back against the digging, my hand grabbing at his other arm and pulling myself into him. I cooed softly as I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. I probably felt like a furnace with how warm the insides of my thighs were. <br><br> My chin rested near his collarbone, eyes closed and keeping myself tight against him as he worked. Then he yanked his hand away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away from the bar and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), there was a split-second where I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now--nghh f-fuck I almost came. <br><br> Goddamn, I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a nympho or have a high enough sex drive. <<path>> Could be a source. Keeping him live with sex would be easier than without. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 3 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 3>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> Fuck. Was //this// what it was going to take? I felt dirty. <br><br> <</if>> I shifted my feet, parted for him, my crotch pressed back into his stroking, thick digits. I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. <<speechPC>>"Where are you staying?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> His hand yanked away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away with him and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, <<speech "Callum">>"Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..."<</speech>> he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now and didn't know if I was trapping enough. <br><br> I ventured to not push my luck, plus I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night1Sex]]. <<path>> Just because an EROS agent uses sex didn't mean I //had// to. I had a lead and I could disentangle with my dignity intact. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Virginity">> I tried to hold the tremble and shudder of my eyes at bay, ignoring the shocks between my legs -- god I was getting fucking //soaked// -- <<speechPC>>"Lemme give you my number, Callum. I've been dancing all night so let's pick this back up when I'm not a wreck."<</speechPC>> My hips shifted forward, my pussy complaining as the pressure lightened and the hope of sex retreated too. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Fair enough, darlin'."<</speech>> He retrieved his phone from his jacket pocket and handed it to me with surprising ease. Unlocked, unconcerned. So either he would give up his knowledge easily or there was nothing to be had. I popped in my number and moved away from the bar, pecking him on the cheek. He gave my own, other, cheek a good smack in response, <<speech "Callum">>"See you soon. Sure ye don't want a walk home? Dangerous 'round these parts."<</speech>> <br><br> I leaned in, hand sliding down his chest, giving him a little tongue. He took the moment to try again at my vulva. I let him play, feeling my heat as a promise of //next// time, <<speechPC>>"Appreciate the gentlemanly offer." The irony of being practically fingered at the moment was not lost on me, "But I'll be fine."<</speechPC>> <br><br> And I was. Riding a high of locking in my first potential lead on my first night out on 'infil' duty as silly American party girl? Fuck, maybe I //could// be an EROS agent. <br><br> I put myself to sleep by masturbating furiously, imagining <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>>. He held a special place in my heart, but that night it was different. ''I'' held all of the power. I was merely using them for my own purposes. I had to be sexually sated before I could go out in the field, clear-headed and resolved. And they were my toy. Beneath me, grunting out and holding back their own orgasm so that I could get mine -- I could get a half __dozen__ -- first. <br><br> I collapsed into sleep, thighs quaking, toes digging into the shitty mattress as I laughed out, imagining leaving <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>> pre-orgasm. I was done, they'd have to take care of themselves. <br><br> Sleep was incredible that [[night|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</linkexpand>>
<<if $Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> I was a sopping mess when we climbed out of the black car and into the lobby of an upscale condo. <<speech "Callum">>"Li'l home away from home,"<</speech>> he smiled proudly as he escorted me through the wall-to-wall marble to the bay of elevators. Inside though, he seemed to forget where we were going, <<speech "Callum">>"Hmm...which...one..."<</speech>> He eyed the rows of buttons while his hand returned between my thighs and feeling there his gaze turned to me with a broad, self-assured grin, <<speech "Callum">>"Fuck, lass. You wan' dis."<</speech>> <br><br> The shove he got was more than firm, his dress shoes slipping slightly on the floor, <<speechPC>>"So. Find the button."<</speechPC>> I was frustrated as all hell right then, but even still, I had to laugh when he thrust his hand against my pussy again, <<speechPC>>"The...other...but-ton," grunting out as I guided his moist fingers away from me and to the panel.<</speechPC>> <br><br> He relented, depressing one of them and leaning back against the mirrored walls, <<speech "Callum">>"Better than yer digs, innit?"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"A mite bit."<</speechPC>> My eyes flashed at him, assuming a mocking bit of his accent as I grabbed his belt buckle and let my fingers __slowly__ flip the latch and tug the leather off the clasp, <<speechPC>>"But I'm not some big, bad powerbroker in the Philippines."<</speechPC>> I made sure that my efforts caressed the mostly-solid erection he was sporting. It was his turn to be worked up and frustrated. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Have yer own kind of power, in my opinion."<</speech>> His words affected a chestier quality, but he was trying to retain his collected attitude even as his slacks relaxed, the strap cinching them sliding free from the loops. My hand was drawing the slack out, grabbing and pulling close to his fly, stroking up and back and feeling his own heat. The door dinged and we stepped out into the hallway, the belt trailing along the carpet behind me, hanging loose from my hand. <<speech "Callum">>"What're ye gunna be doin' with that?"<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Oh, you'll get it back. Don't you worry."<</speechPC>> A flick of my wrist and the belt was like a snake, suddenly flicking up and striking against his side. It was playful and I was <<skillChecked "Hometown">> <<if $CC.hometown == "NO" || "AL">>only vaguely familiar with using a whip<<else>>only familiar with how whips were used in the movies<</if>>, and he took it in stride, stumbling back as if a cowed animal, warding me with his hands. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Ach! Oo-kayy, oo-kay!"<</speech>> He was loving the interplay. <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>><<Stats Perception ++>>I was fascinating to him and someone he'd remember.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>><</if>>He unlocked the door to his place and ushered me in with a gentlemanly flair, <<speech "Callum">>"After ye."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"You're right. I want it. Where's the fucking bedroom?"<</speechPC>> I flicked the improvised whip at him again, smirking as he grabbed the end before it dropped and tugged me along like it was a leash. I laughed and tripped along, trying to ditch my <<link "shoes">><<feet>><</link>> on the way. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Incredible apartment of a wealthy powerbroker */ It was a gorgeous place. Well-attended and <<skillChecked "Investigation">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 1>>despite the cleanliness, I could tell he'd been staying here more than a couple days at least because it felt lived-in.<<else>>either he was neat, newly in town, or had a maid.<</if>> He had money -- not necessarily a //ton// because it was Manila, but a place like this back home would have run him <<skillChecked "Hometown">> <<if $CC.hometown is "AL">>a million?<<elseif $CC.hometown is "NO">>half a million?<<elseif $CC.hometown is "NY">>a few million, easy.<<elseif $CC.hometown is "LA">>a couple million, easy.<<else>>a million or so, especially downtown.<</if>> And now the question was: where was the money coming from and was any of it to do with why we was at the Club tonight? <br><br> I stumbled hard towards him. He had pulled ''hard'' and I was against him and suddenly pinned against the bed. The belt was between us, me holding the buckle end, him holding the tip. Right. As my body insisted: investigate later. Fuck now. <br><br> Now that I had //started// this belt-play...how was it going to go down. Our eyes were locked on each other's, the decision percolating to the surface. <br><br> <div id="NightSex"> <<crossroads #NightSex>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Bondage')>> Tie //him//. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Bondage. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<set $Stats.Kinks.pushUnique("Domination")>> <<Stats Confident ++>> My gaze hardened. I felt the fond excitement of taking control. I yanked the belt from his hand. It came easily, especially given what end of the stick he had. <<speechPC>>"Get on the bed."<</speechPC>> He did. I crawled up beside him -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I moved aside his body. He knew what was coming, his arms going up over his head towards where I was about to loop and strap his wrists together with his own clothing. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Fiesty."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. I pulled //tight// and his chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though his eyes quested for mine, I ignored him, looking over his form and deciding what came next. <br><br> In another time, another situation, I would have drawn this out. Relished in having him essentially under my control, a man like him, a man his size, a man his age. Mine. Instead, my pussy was about to murder me. So I unzipped his fly and maybe pulled too hard, because the button popped free, flying across the room as I tugged his expensive slacks down enough to free his cock. <br><br> It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>>Now the ease of access was going to work to my advantage! <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<else>>I tugged my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as I yanked.<</if>><<else>>I worked my own soaked clothing <<link "off">><<lower>><<panties>><</link>> quick and roughly.<</if>> And then, ready to go, I climbed up and over him, grabbing his base as I lined it up. The slickness of his precum lubed cock was completely lost in the sopping wetness of my pussy. <<speech "Callum">>"Get a condom, lass. You dinnae where I've been. Or want te knae."<</speech>> It prickled that it felt like the power dynamic shifted in that moment. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable" "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<pregCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if _pregSuccess>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <</if>> <</if>> I didn't care. Except about control. I shoved my hips down roughly, taking him in a single stroke. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> It was a squeal of triumph<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and I smacked my hands down on his chest as I began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as I watched him squirm, feeling the soaking wet and hot pussy working his cock without a condom. Dumb move, <<print $CC.name>>, but it was in the heat of the moment and too late now. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>>Really hot move, though. My hips jerked erratically, panting out as I came, thinking about him filling me with his cum. He chuckled and I gave a squeaking laugh back, <<speech "Callum">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole.<</if>> I looked down over him, such a huge man, so powerless beneath me, I made long, decisive arches of my hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, I drove down. I watched him grunt and roll his hips -- about the only thing he could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> I slowed my motions, but kept them fluid. My upper arms framed and pushed my tits together, emphasizing the view. I was going to edge this fucker for as long as I could, the angle of my hips making sure he dragged and pressed right at my clit on the way out and pushed up at my g-spot on the way in. I was gunna cum my brains out before I let him off. <<speech "Callum">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I knae. Sucks to be ye?"<</speechPC>> I growled back. He shook his head with a huge <<linkexpand "grin.">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> grin. <br><br> <<cumSpray mound3 pussy4 thighs3>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Sex God')>> It was fucking <<shake 10s>>//tantric//<</shake>>. My legs were jelly, my arms were constantly shaking and I couldn't feel my fingers and my toes by the time I knew it was either get him off or my legs would give out and I'd just be a deadweight on his chest. I can't tell you the number of times I came, knowing exactly how to control him and where all my buttons were, I was using him like a fucking flesh and blood dildo. <br><br> And then, with a quick one-two drops of my hips, he came. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a couple hours. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> full-sleep. <br><br> In the morning, I found we hadn't moved and our skin was sticking to each other in so many places. My body complained as I pulled myself off him and out of me, sliding awkwardly from him and off the bed. I stumbled, feet nearly failing me as I grabbed for my clothes and left the slumbering giant to himself. "Okay," I thought to myself as I wobbled out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Intercourse')>> <<speech "Callum">>"Ach. Come //on//"<</speech>> He must have said that...twenty times. Mostly it happened when I was cumming and the thrusting stopped. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But eventually, I couldn't resist myself and moved a bit too quick. I was close to what probably would have been my tenth or so hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed inside me. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a about an hour. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> full-sleep. <br><br> In the morning, I found we hadn't moved and our skin was sticking to each other in so many places. My body complained as I pulled myself off him and out of me, sliding awkwardly from him and off the bed. I stumbled, feet nearly failing me as I grabbed for my clothes and left the slumbering giant to himself. "Okay," I thought to myself as I wobbled out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Good Intercourse')>> <<speech "Callum">>"Ach. Come. //ON//!"<</speech>> He kept saying it. He yanked at the belt he was tied by as he watched me cumming and the thrusting stopped, leaving him wanting. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But I didn't quite have the control I needed, moved a bit too quick. I was close to what would have been my fifth hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed inside me. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for half an hour. Pretty decent for how worked up he was. And no wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> full-sleep. <br><br> In the morning, I found we hadn't moved and our skin was sticking to each other in so many places. My body complained as I pulled myself off him and out of me, sliding awkwardly from him and off the bed. I stumbled, feet nearly failing me as I grabbed for my clothes and left the slumbering giant to himself. "Okay," I thought to myself as I wobbled out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I grinned back, knowing I was going to draw this out and then my grin disappeared, lost as I realized he was cumming. <<speechPC>>"Ach. Come. On."<</speechPC>> I pouted, beginning to move my hips, grinding against him to try and urge out an orgasm before he was finished. I wished I had better insight into what set him off, but now it was too late. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I figured it didn't matter. <br><br> I reached forward, he was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him. And then I yelped, his arms swinging out as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, as he thrust against me, I saw it had been only a few minutes. I sighed at my sexual inability, but he seemed happy enough. Unsurprising after how long he'd been teased and edged. <<speech "Callum">>"That was hot."<</speech>> He grunted with the last few flexes inside me, smacking my ass and pulling me against him, <<speech "Callum">>"Nae had a girl try that before. And rawdoggin'. Girl. Yer insane."<</speech>> <br><br> Then came the tap tap at my ass letting me know he was done and I pulled myself off him grabbing between my legs as I made the awkward wobble to the bathroom. It took more than a few tissues to soak it up well enough before I felt comfortable returning to the bedroom. He was already passed out, still fully dressed, cock laying lip against his shirt. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, my feet slightly sticking to the floor from cum that I had dripped, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Right. And though it came at the cost of momentum and a bit of control, I took his direction to the sidetable and slid one on him right as I was sticking him inside me. I couldn't wait a moment longer. <br><br> I shoved my hips down roughly, taking him in a single stroke. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> It was a squeal of triumph<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and I smacked my hands down on his chest as I began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as I watched him squirm, feeling the soaking wet and hot pussy working his cock <<speech "Callum">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. I looked down over him, such a huge man, so powerless beneath me, I made long, decisive arches of my hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, I drove down. I watched him grunt and roll his hips -- about the only thing he could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> I slowed my motions, but kept them fluid. My upper arms framed and pushed my tits together, emphasizing the view. I was going to edge this fucker for as long as I could, the angle of my hips making sure he dragged and pressed right at my clit on the way out and pushed up at my g-spot on the way in. I was gunna cum my brains out before I let him off. <<speech "Callum">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I knae. Sucks to be ye?"<</speechPC>> I growled back. He shook his head with a huge <<linkexpand "grin.">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> grin. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Sex God')>> It was fucking <<shake 10s>>//tantric//<</shake>>. My legs were jelly, my arms were constantly shaking and I couldn't feel my fingers and my toes by the time I knew it was either get him off or my legs would give out and I'd just be a deadweight on his chest. I can't tell you the number of times I came, knowing exactly how to control him and where all my buttons were, I was using him like a fucking flesh and blood dildo. <br><br> And then, with a quick one-two drops of my hips, he came. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into the condom. I was glad he had it on, because even if I //wanted// to move right now, I didn't trust my body. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a couple hours. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> full-sleep. <br><br> In the morning, I found we hadn't moved and our skin was sticking to each other in so many places. My body complained as I pulled myself off him and out of me, sliding awkwardly from him and off the bed. I stumbled, feet nearly failing me as I grabbed for my clothes and left the slumbering giant to himself. "Okay," I thought to myself as I wobbled out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Intercourse')>> <<speech "Callum">>"Ach. Come //on//"<</speech>> He must have said that...twenty times. Mostly it happened when I was cumming and the thrusting stopped. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But eventually, I couldn't resist myself and moved a bit too quick. I was close to what probably would have been my tenth or so hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up the condom for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out. I was glad for the condom because I don't know if I could have gotten off him in time. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a about an hour. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> full-sleep. <br><br> In the morning, I found we hadn't moved and our skin was sticking to each other in so many places. My body complained as I pulled myself off him and out of me, sliding awkwardly from him and off the bed. I stumbled, feet nearly failing me as I grabbed for my clothes and left the slumbering giant to himself. "Okay," I thought to myself as I wobbled out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Good Intercourse')>> <<speech "Callum">>"Ach. Come. //ON//!"<</speech>> He kept saying it. He yanked at the belt he was tied by as he watched me cumming and the thrusting stopped, leaving him wanting. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But I didn't quite have the control I needed, moved a bit too quick. I was close to what would have been my fifth hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into the condom. Thank god for it, because at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for half an hour. Pretty decent for how worked up he was. And no wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> full-sleep. <br><br> In the morning, I found we hadn't moved and our skin was sticking to each other in so many places. My body complained as I pulled myself off him and out of me, sliding awkwardly from him and off the bed. I stumbled, feet nearly failing me as I grabbed for my clothes and left the slumbering giant to himself. "Okay," I thought to myself as I wobbled out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I grinned back, knowing I was going to draw this out and then my grin disappeared, lost as I realized he was cumming. <<speechPC>>"Ach. Come. On."<</speechPC>> I pouted, beginning to move my hips, grinding against him to try and urge out an orgasm before he was finished. I wished I had better insight into what set him off, but now it was too late. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out. Thank god for the condom. <br><br> I reached forward, he was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him. And then I yelped, his arms swinging out as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, as he thrust against me, I saw it had been only a few minutes. I sighed at my sexual inability, but he seemed happy enough. Unsurprising after how long he'd been teased and edged. <<speech "Callum">>"That was hot."<</speech>> He grunted with the last few flexes inside me, smacking my ass and pulling me against him, <<speech "Callum">>"Nae had a girl try that before. And rawdoggin'. Girl. Yer insane."<</speech>> <br><br> Then came the tap tap at my ass letting me know he was done and I pulled myself off him grabbing between my legs as I made the trip to the bathroom. I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, still fully dressed, cock laying lip against his shirt. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Bondage')>> Tie __me__. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Bondage. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<set $Stats.Kinks.pushUnique("Submission")>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<dollRearView>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Belt wrapped around a hand. */ He saw my gaze stayed soft. I felt the fond excitement of a guy taking control. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. <<speech "Callum">>"Get on the bed."<</speech>> I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. I knew what was coming, so I flipped my arms up over my head towards where he was about to loop and strap my wrists together with his own belt. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Not yer first time..."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. He pulled //tight// and my chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though my eyes quested for his, he ignored me, looking over my body and deciding what came next. <br><br> He took his time, leaving me there, the cold air flowing over my body and making me feel even more exposed. He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<speechPC>>"You don't need that..."<</speechPC>> It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Callum">>"Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te."<</speech>> He laughed. It //was// kind of hot that he was maintaining such control.<</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<link "wearing">><<upper>><<lower>><</link>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<else>>He tugged my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</if>> And then, ready to go, he pushed my thighs apart and climbed up and onto me, grabbing his base as he lined up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. <br><br> He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> I arched and bucked. It was a squeal of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped back, pleasure flooding my body and he smacked his hands down on my chest, gripping each tit, as he began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as he watched me squirm, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. <<speech "Callum">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking up at him, he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he made long, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I gasped and rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress and making the belt really dig in at my wrists. <<speech "Callum">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I knae. Sucks to be ye?"<</speechPC>> I growled back. He shook his head with a huge grin. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for. <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for. <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that wasn't long before I was lost in climax. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. <<speechPC>>"Fuck. Y-yes. There."<</speechPC>> I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained nearing my peak. Sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was receding as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, <<speech "Callum">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was."<</speechPC>> A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum">>"Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breath play')>> Knowing it could cinch meant I could be breathless shortly. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Breath play. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<dollRearView>> He saw my gaze stayed soft, I lifted my chin to bare my throat. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. He looped it around my neck suddenly, firmly and cinched closed. Loose, but the threat was there. <<speechPC>>"Get on the bed."<</speechPC>> I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. He pulled at the strap and my vision became red, my breathing stopped and he smiled as I tensed instinctively, mouth open. My hand grasping at his pant leg. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Not yer first time..."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. He pulled //tight// and my chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though my eyes quested for his, he ignored me, looking over my body and deciding what came next as he held the grip. <br><br> Then he slackened and I gasped out, coughing. Spots dotted what I saw as he left me there, the cold air flowing over my body and making me feel even more exposed. He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<speechPC>>"You don't need that..."<</speechPC>> It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Callum">>"Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te."<</speech>> He laughed.<</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<link "wearing">><<upper>><<lower>><</link>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<else>>He tugged my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</if>> And then, ready to go, he grabbed the belt again with one hand, my hip with the other and firmly flipped me on hands and knees. My head lifted as he began to pull tight in time with his mounting me. I grabbed at the headboard as my breaths became difficult and he was grabbing his base as he lined up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. <br><br> He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. I arched and bucked. Though I made no sound, it was a motion of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his sack, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and he smacked his hands down on my back, releasing the grip to let me breathe a moment as he began to rock. <br><br> My body thrust forward with his motion, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. I couldn't help but coo, <<speech "Callum">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking back at him, he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he grasped the belt again and pulled. I couldn't breathe again and he was making firm, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress and making the belt buckle really dig in my throat. <<speech "Callum">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> I could feel the blood pulsing in my head. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that wasn't long before I was lost in climax. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. <<speechPC>>"Fuck. Y-yes. There."<</speechPC>> I thought, writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking. My body complained nearing my peak...and of the threat of death. Sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. And instantly, the approaching peak dissipated. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was gone as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was."<</speechPC>> A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum">>"Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</if>> <<path>> We didn't need it. <<contents>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Belt crumpled on the floor beside a bed. */ <<face ahego>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<dollRearView>> He saw my gaze stayed soft. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. It dropped to the floor, no longer needed. <<speechPC>>"Get on the bed."<</speechPC>> I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Gorgeous."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. Our eyes met intermittently as he looked over my body and deciding what came next. <br><br> He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<speechPC>>"You don't need that..."<</speechPC>> It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, <<speech "Callum">>"Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te." He laughed.<</speech>><</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<link "wearing">><<upper>><<lower>><</link>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<else>>He tugged my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</if>> And then, ready to go, he grabbed my hair with one hand, my hip with the other and firmly flipped me on hands and knees. My head arched uncomfortably as he began to pull tight in time with his mounting me. I grabbed at the headboard as I squeaked in surprise, feeling him lining up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. <br><br> He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. I arched and bucked. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> A sharp noise and motion of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his sack, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and he pulled harder on my hair like a rein, his other hand smacking down on the small of my back. Then, he began to rock. <br><br> My body thrust forward with his motion, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. I couldn't help but coo, <<speech "Callum">>"Likin' that cock, dear?"<</speech>> I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking back at him -- not an easy angle over my shoulder as my hair tugged at the root -- he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he was making firm, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress at the waist and making my spine ache with the pull of my hair. <<speech "Callum">>"Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> He said it, but I was thinking it. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body ontop of mine. I flicked my head to the side, feeling my hair splay freely as I panted. He dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body ontop of mine. I flicked my head to the side, feeling my hair splay freely as I panted. He dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body ontop of mine. I flicked my head to the side, feeling my hair splay freely as I panted. He dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life."<</speechPC>> I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum">>"Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. <<speechPC>>"Fuck. Y-yes. There."<</speechPC>> I thought, writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking. My body complained nearing my peak...sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. And instantly, the approaching peak dissipated. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was gone as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body ontop of mine. I flicked my head to the side, feeling my hair splay freely as I panted. He dismounted me and patted my ass, <<speech "Callum">>"That was hot."<</speech>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Fuck, yeah it was."<</speechPC>> A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, <<speech "Callum">>"Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is."<</speech>> <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- jilling myself ''hard'' with the imagining of what //could// have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- jilling myself ''hard'' with the imagining of what //could// have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Reaction to Men">> His hotel's atmosphere didn't scream 'partier,' -- hell, didn't even whisper it -- unless he was spending all his money on the fun and skimping on everything else. Still, it was a step up from RedDoorz. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Temporary place."<</speech>> He excused the bustling lobby full of cheap clothes and its solid touristy vibe. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Totally."<</speechPC>> I nodded, brow furrowing to show my agreement as he shuffled me hurriedly towards the bank of elevators. <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"You makin' the most of Manila. Lemme tell you."<</speech>> He smiled, corralling me against the corner of the lift, despite the other people who were around us. He breathed heavily into my ear, fingers toying at the edges of my clothing. For as grabby as a guy as he was, he was being showing a lot of restraint. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"You should make every night like tonight."<</speech>> He whispered into my ear, encouraging my slutty behavior even if it wasn't going to benefit him. Well, maybe it was -- approve of it so that I didn't change my mind. <br><br> Though his attitude as highly sexual and predatory (and possessive), the family that shared the elevator were doing their damnedest to ignore us, even the mother who was clutching her young children to her legs lest our behavior infect them. I wanted to tell her that he could have been worse. I also wanted to smack her for not trying to help one of her own, if I needed it. <br><br> They disappeared as soon as the doors slid open, ushered out like a ducklings. Now alone, he presses his hips against me. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"So, how you pick ZZYZX tonight? Good choice, that one."<</speech>> Was he not hard? Was he //that// collected? <<if $CC.maleReaction gt 1>>A part of be pained at maybe not being hot enough?<</if>> <br><br> <<speechPC>>"It's near where I'm staying. Local...before I branch out..."<</speechPC>> He //loved// to talk. The whole cab ride had been more of the same. And it's not like he was a good conversationalist. I hoped it wouldn't last into the bedroom. <br><br> And I was about to find out. The doors slid open again and he guided me out. Now that we were on his floor, there was no urgency and far less 'pull' to his guidance. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah, well you pick great. Under the radar spot. High-caliber types go there. They don't go //anywhere// else down there."<</speech>> He laughed, smiling broadly at me as if intoning that he was one of those. Or by association at least. <br><br> It wasn't a keycard, he actually had to use an analog counterpart to get the door open and the blast of air conditioning that the door released had a slightly mildewy, wet quality to it. Very high caliber. <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"So you see those ZZYZX dancers? I think, you could be one them."<</speech>> He let go of me in the middle of the room before he took a seat at the end of his bed. He pulled at the heels of his leather shoes to take them off -- he wasn't wearing socks -- while his hand began to undo his slacks -- he wasn't wearing a belt. <br><br> <<if $clubJob == "dance">> <<speechPC>>"Might surprise you...but I am." I grinned, understanding what he was after and enjoying that little nugget, "No music for me?"<</speechPC>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"See?" He wagged a finger, slacks hanging open and showing his threadbare boxers, "I told you. So, show me."<</speech>> <<else>> <<speechPC>>"I'm not really sure that's my calling." I laughed, "Remember? Fun...not work."<</speechPC>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fun //idea//, though."<</speech>> He wagged a finger, slacks hanging open and showing his threadbare boxers, "So, show me how right I am." <</if>> <br><br> I sighed and rolled my eyes playfully, beginning to sway my hips and using my toes to <<link "remove my own footwear">><<feet>><</link>>. <<speechPC>>"Didn't get enough dancing tonight?"<</speechPC>> <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Small penis barely sticking out of open pants and a lot of pubic hair. */ <<skillChecked "Underwear Worn, Pubic Hair & Fertility">> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Best dancer right here..."<</speech>> He pulled the flap of the boxers open and pulled free his rock-hard cock. So, he //was// hard. I didn't feel him because there wasn't much there. Jutting from a nest of curly pubic hair was a slender and short stub of a penis. Not a micro, but certainly on the short end of the spectrum. It disappeared under his palm while my body began to <<link "appear">><<upper>><<lower>><</link>> for him. He nodded, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"See, don't need music."<</speech>> His hand slowly pumping what looked like air. The tip just barely peeking from the top of his palm on the downstroke. <br><br> I moved closer, sliding into his lap to give him more of the dance that I expected he was looking for. His hand bumped against my stomach, mound and ass as I gyrated, lifting my chest to his face. <<if $Body.braless == true>>His mouth latched right onto my nipple, sucking down firmly that made me gasp.<<else>>His free hand reached back to unclasp my <<link "bra">><<bra>><</link>> so that his hungry lips could latch right onto a nipple and make me gasp.<</if>> He sucked slowly and pulled with his mouth til it was rigid, then switched to the other one, enjoying the pair bouncing in his face. The bed slightly squeaked as my weight shifted from knee to knee on either side of his hips. <br><br> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>The back of his palm and his knuckles kept rubbing and hitting against my <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>hairless slit<<else>>pubes, knuckles rapping from his own to my own<</if>> as he masturbated and suckled my tits.<<else>>His hand slid down my ass, pulling at the waistband of my underwear, insisting that I find a way to move so that they could come <<link "off">><<panties>><</link>> while maintaining the position and semblance of a lapdance.<</if>> Then both hands were on my ass and pulling down. I felt the sticky line of precum left as he missed and his cockhead pushed up one side of my mound. <br><br> <div id="NightSexElse"> <<crossroads #NightSexElse>> <<path $Body.fertile == false || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding') || $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 4>> Let him hit it raw. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't crazy about getting pregnant. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy1 thighs1>> <<dollRearView>> Not sure why I made the choice, it was dumb as fuck, but I probably was looking for any 'positive' that I could find in the moment. He didn't miss the second time, hilting himself inside me. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Nghh!"<</speech>> His lips broke with my tits as he leaned back, not even waiting a moment before beginning to smack up against me, slow but firmly. Well, too late now...if only...I shifted my hips...I could...cocked my hips...I felt more. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"One sec..."<</speechPC>> I tried to slide off his lap. He kept smacking up into me, ignoring the movement, <<speechPC>>"One. Secccc..."<</speechPC>> Hands grasped at my ass. I pushed him back and got off his dick way easier than it normally would have been. Just popped out instantly. <br><br> He glared at me, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Too late for rubber."<</speech>> His little dick twitched in his slightly matted pubes. <br><br> I flipped onto my hands and knees, facing away from him, hoping doggie would give me what I was seeking -- it usually did, <<speechPC>>"Yah, just...hit it from behind."<</speechPC>> I smirked over my shoulder. His glower became a glimmer and he launched himself upon me. <br><br> Yelping, I nearly was shoved off the bed as he collided with me. His prick found my slot through firmness and insistence rather than accuracy, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Nghhh,"<</speech>> he grunted out as my pussy slowly caressed down his shaft. I winced, his balls press to my mound. Felt //that//. I felt his cock pulse inside me. Good. I flicked my head back, to look at him, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yeah." <</speech>> <br><br> He grabbed harder, done with the 'fun and games' and already ballsdeep. I bit my lower lip as I watched him begin to saw back and forth, my shoulders and head hung slightly off the side of the bed. <br><br> My hands tried to push up and give me more purchase and support than just my knees as this guy began furiously fucking my pussy. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai. SAIII!"<</speech>> The thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my unnatural fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built this little, 'cuz I could really, really feel him despite his lack. His heat and rigidity shoving my clamped and shallow cavity open. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai."<</speech>> The first thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my small fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built small, 'cuz I could actually feel him too. His heat and rigidity pushed and pressed at my walls. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Sai sai!"<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And thankfully, I could feel his dick, pushing against my narrow walls as he shoved back and forth intently. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it quickly got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. <br><br> Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<link "on">><<restoreLook>><</link>>. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <br><br> It was a pleasant sensation, but not the usual 'full' that I wanted and craved. I had a guy //in// me, that much I could discern, but even though he was hard as a rock, I couldn't quite sense that. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. <br><br> Thank god for being tight. I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it eventually got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. <br><br> Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<link "on">><<restoreLook>><</link>>. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<else>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And the fact I wasn't feeling jabbing at my mound or thighs, he was staying in, but...and I hated thinking this, but...was he in? I wasn't especially horned up, so it wasn't my wetness. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> I felt a pit in my stomach. Was I //loose//? As much as I was thinking hurtful things when I saw his cock for the first time, now I was thinking them about myself as my body bucked forward as he pounded away at me. I couldn't feel a goddamned thing. <br><br> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. Was I too loose for him to get there? Could I do anything about it? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> My hand reached back again, cupping and starting to massage his swinging sack slightly. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. <br><br> I sighed, releasing his sack. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<link "on">><<restoreLook>><</link>>. <br><br> "Yeah." I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<else>> Boredom became frustration. I wondered if I was even going to //feel// fucked after this. I'd sure feel wet, and I'd walked around frustrated and horny before, but this would be __after__ getting laid. And this frenetic Asian guy wasn't giving up and maybe he had a lot of endurance and self-control? Because he kept going for what felt like ages. <br><br> I was glad he couldn't see my face as it swayed back and forth overhanging from the side of the bed. Then, after what felt like an eternity, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Zung!"<</speech>> His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. <br><br> Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<link "on">><<restoreLook>><</link>>. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <</if>> <</if>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<if $Body.fertile>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Gang Hung" M "Gang Hung, who wasn't and took me away from my surveillance of the club">> <<else>> <<vCardCheck "Gang Hung" M "Gang Hung, who wasn't and took me away from my surveillance of the club">> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> I nearly fell on my face as I opened the door, my foot slipping on the hotel's daily folio. I kept upright and was able to leave without injury to myself or my pride, and also saw learned his name, finally: Gang Hung. <br><br> Shit. That was a complete waste. Worse than a waste, I had been deflected from my mission for a worthless fuck and had to pay for a ride back to the RedDoorz. Despondent, I couldn't even bother to get myself off, even when it became incredibly difficult to shut my brain off and go to [[sleep|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> I nearly fell on my face as I opened the door, my foot slipping on the hotel's daily folio. I kept upright and was able to leave without injury to myself or my pride, and also saw learned his name, finally: Gang Hung. <br><br> Shit. That was a complete waste. Worse than a waste, I had been deflected from my mission for a worthless fuck and had to pay for a ride back to the RedDoorz. Despondent, I couldn't even bother to get myself off, even when it became incredibly difficult to shut my brain off and go to [[sleep|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<path>> Be sensible and get him to use protection. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills & Vocal Quality" "Confident" "Wiles">> <<set _condomChance = $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("voice")>><<set _condomChance ++>><</if>> <<speechPC>>"Where are your condoms?"<</speechPC>> I whispered breathily in his ear, stroking my hand through his <<linkexpand "hair.">> <<dollRearView>> hair. <br><br> <<if _condomChance gt 4>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"There."<</speech>> I could hear his displeasure in his tone, and he kept trying to hold me still and get it in me, but a little sexy voice and insistence was sometimes all that you needed. <br><br> I giggled playfully as I got my asscheeks free from his hands and clambered across the bed to the bag he had indicated. I kept giggling and making sure he felt this was a fun game as he continued after me, grabbing me, pulling me back and trying to mount me again and again. Furiously, I found the protection and got it open, swinging a hand underneath me and instantly his fight stopped. <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Nghhh."<</speech>> He grunted out as my palm slowly caressed down his shaft, my other hand following after, sliding the condom on him to his bushy base. And then I let go. <br><br> He grabbed harder, done with the 'fun and games' and finding his prick to my slot through firmness and insistence rather than accuracy. I grit my teeth and shifted my hips to help it go in as my shoulders and head hung slightly off the side of the bed. My hands tried to push up and give me more purchase and support than just my knees as this guy began furiously fucking my pussy. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai. SAIII!"<</speech>> The thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my unnatural fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built this little, 'cuz I could really, really feel him despite his lack. His heat and rigidity shoving my clamped and shallow cavity open. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai."<</speech>> The first thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my small fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built small, 'cuz I could actually feel him too. His heat and rigidity pushed and pressed at my walls. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <br><br> <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Sai sai!"<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And thankfully, I could feel his dick, pushing against my narrow walls as he shoved back and forth intently. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it quickly got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled the condom. <br><br> Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he flung the used condom onto the floor and laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<link "on">><<restoreLook>><</link>>. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <br><br> It was a pleasant sensation, but not the usual 'full' that I wanted and craved. I had a guy //in// me, that much I could discern, but even though he was hard as a rock, I couldn't quite sense that. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. <br><br> Thank god for being tight. I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it eventually got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled the condom...couldn't even feel that, though. <br><br> Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he flung the used condom onto the floor and laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<link "on">><<restoreLook>><</link>>. <br><br> "Yeah." I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<else>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And the fact I wasn't feeling jabbing at my mound or thighs, he was staying in, but...and I hated thinking this, but...was he in? I wasn't especially horned up, so it wasn't my wetness. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> I felt a pit in my stomach. Was I //loose//? As much as I was thinking hurtful things when I saw his cock for the first time, now I was thinking them about myself as my body bucked forward as he pounded away at me. I couldn't feel a goddamned thing. <br><br> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. Was I too loose for him to get there? Could I do anything about it? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> My hand reached back again, cupping and starting to massage his swinging sack slightly. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled the condom...couldn't even feel that, though. <br><br> I sighed, releasing his sack. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he flung the used condom onto the floor and laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<link "on">><<restoreLook>><</link>>. <br><br> "Yeah." I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<else>> Boredom became frustration. I wondered if I was even going to //feel// fucked after this. I'd sure feel wet, and I'd walked around frustrated and horny before, but this would be __after__ getting laid. And this frenetic Asian guy wasn't giving up and maybe he had a lot of endurance and self-control? Because he kept going for what felt like ages. <br><br> I was glad he couldn't see my face as it swayed back and forth overhanging from the side of the bed. Then, after what felt like an eternity, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Zung!"<</speech>> His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled the condom...couldn't even feel that, though. <br><br> Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he flung the used condom onto the floor and laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<link "on">><<restoreLook>><</link>>. <br><br> "Yeah." I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> <<cumSpray mound2 pussy1 thighs1>> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<pregCheck "Gang Hung" M "Gang Hung, who wasn't and took me away from my surveillance of the club">> <</if>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"There."<</speech>> I could hear his displeasure in his tone, and he kept trying to hold me still and get it in me, but a little sexy voice and insistence was sometimes all that you needed. <br><br> I giggled playfully as I got my asscheeks free from his hands and clambered across the bed to the bag he had indicated. I kept giggling and making sure he felt this was a fun game as he continued after me, grabbing me, pulling me back and trying to mount me again and again. Furiously, I found the protection and got it open, but too late. <br><br> His prick found my slot through firmness and insistence rather than accuracy, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Nghhh,"<</speech>> he grunted out as my pussy slowly caressed down his shaft. I winced, staring at the wrapper, fingers just about to pull at the tear tag as I felt his balls press to my mound. I felt his cock pulse inside me. I flicked my head back, waving the condom like a flag, <<speechPC>>"Hey. Condom..."<</speechPC>> <br><br> He grabbed harder, done with the 'fun and games' and already ballsdeep. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Too. Late." A shake of his head, "Yeah?"<</speech>> then a nod. Insisting and using his insertion as the excuse to keep going. <br><br> He thrust and my throat clenched. I blinked back tears of surprise. Everything about the moment hit me hard. Not only was it //this// guy. Almost assuredly unaffiliated with my mission, but here I was getting fucked by him anyway. Without protection, his or mine. <br><br> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> It wasn't just the stupidity that stung. It was the realization that situations like this __would__ happen when I was ''on'' mission. What had I gotten myself into? <br><br> I bit my lower lip as I watched him begin to saw back and forth, my shoulders and head hung slightly off the side of the bed. I looked at the prophylactic between my fingers for a moment and then let go. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah..."<</speechPC>> I relented as I watched it flop onto the floor, my hands tried to push up and give me more purchase and support than just my knees as this guy began furiously fucking my pussy. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Crazy-Small Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai. SAIII!"<</speech>> The thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my unnatural fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built this little, 'cuz I could really, really feel him despite his lack. His heat and rigidity shoving my clamped and shallow cavity open. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tiny Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Oh! D-Diuuu. Sai. Sai."<</speech>> The first thrusts were short and awkward as he felt enveloped by my small fit. In that way, maybe we were designed for each other. I heard his breathing get ragged and felt him lean into me in excitement. It seemed like this was a very new sensation for him. And thank //god// for being built small, 'cuz I could actually feel him too. His heat and rigidity pushed and pressed at my walls. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Tight Pussy')>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Sai sai!"<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And thankfully, I could feel his dick, pushing against my narrow walls as he shoved back and forth intently. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> My hand slid off the edge of the bed and I nearly fell. I was cumming, bleating out plaintively as it caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it at all, but there it was, throbbing through me. A thankful and unexpected gift that I panted out breathless appreciation for as I tried to claw myself back up into position. <<else>> One hand slid off the bed, his urgency shoving me forward. My other hand slid off my clit, trying to catch myself as I nearly fell. I had only started to feel the beginnings of pleasure, but now, one hand gripping at the mattress and other tightly wound in the sheets, watching the floor bounce rapidly, I was just waiting for it to be over. <</if>> <br><br> I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it quickly got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. <br><br> Waiting, I listened to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Fuck. You got //great// pussy. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<link "on">><<restoreLook>><</link>>. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <br><br> It was a pleasant sensation, but not the usual 'full' that I wanted and craved. I had a guy //in// me, that much I could discern, but even though he was hard as a rock, I couldn't quite sense that. <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. <br><br> Thank god for being tight. I could sense he had endurance and was trying to extend this, but it eventually got the better of him. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. <br><br> Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. "Gotta get back." I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<link "on">><<restoreLook>><</link>>. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<else>> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Diu. Hai. Diu."<</speech>> He was liking it, I could tell. And the fact I wasn't feeling jabbing at my mound or thighs, he was staying in, but...and I hated thinking this, but...was he in? I wasn't especially horned up, so it wasn't my wetness. I could feel his balls hitting against the top of my mound relentlessly, I could feel his long fingers digging and clawing, pulling my hips back against his own tapping ones. <br><br> I felt a pit in my stomach. Was I //loose//? As much as I was thinking hurtful things when I saw his cock for the first time, now I was thinking them about myself as my body bucked forward as he pounded away at me. I couldn't feel a goddamned thing. <br><br> I tried to cock my hips. No contact with my clit except his sack. I tried to push back in his rhythm, but no pressure on my g-spot. And I knew he wasn't going to get to my deepest buttons. I gave up, focusing entirely now on not being knocked off the bed by the frantic fucking. <br><br> My mind wandered. Was there any purpose to trying to entice him now? Was there any chance he was a target or source of intel? Now that I was here in his room, I had even more doubts than before I left the club. And I was pretty sure then. <br><br> He kept grunting out in little clipped foreign words that I didn't understand and he continued to thrust, so he must have been getting something out of this...even as I decided to just be a fucktoy rather than an active participant. He seemed fine with the choice. <br><br> Eventually, I got bored. Even the little explosions as my clit was whacked by his balls from time to time wasn't enough. I'd done my thinking and decision-making. Now I was just waiting for him to finish. Was I too loose for him to get there? Could I do anything about it? <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> My hand reached back again, cupping and starting to massage his swinging sack slightly. His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. <br><br> I sighed, releasing his sack. Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<link "on">><<restoreLook>><</link>>. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <<else>> Boredom became frustration. I wondered if I was even going to //feel// fucked after this. I'd sure feel wet, and I'd walked around frustrated and horny before, but this would be __after__ getting laid. And this frenetic Asian guy wasn't giving up and maybe he had a lot of endurance and self-control? Because he kept going for what felt like ages. <br><br> I was glad he couldn't see my face as it swayed back and forth overhanging from the side of the bed. Then, after what felt like an eternity, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Zung!"<</speech>> His stomach suddenly started smacking harder and more erratically against my asscheeks, <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"DIU!"<</speech>> And that was it. He was cumming. My tits jiggled under me with his final beating against me as he filled me with his semen. I could definitely feel that, the ropes spraying into me and spreading warmth deeper than two of his lengths would ever have reached. <br><br> Again, waiting, listening to him as I stared at the disarray of his cheap clothing on the floor. When he was done, I pulled away and off the bed. <<speechPC>>"Gotta get back."<</speechPC>> I said softly, grabbing my things and putting them on, avoiding eye contact. <br><br> <<speech "Aggressive Asian">>"Yah. Maybe see you at club again."<</speech>> He panted, a sweaty mess as he laid back on his squeaky bed. He watched me put my clothes back <<link "on">><<restoreLook>><</link>>. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"Yeah."<</speechPC>> I smiled wanly and turned to head out. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheck "Gang Hung" M "Gang Hung, who wasn't and took me away from my surveillance of the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> I nearly fell on my face as I opened the door, my foot slipping on the hotel's daily folio. I kept upright and was able to leave without injury to myself or my pride, and also saw learned his name, finally: Gang Hung. <br><br> Shit. That was a complete waste. Worse than a waste, I had been deflected from my mission for a worthless fuck and had to pay for a ride back to the RedDoorz. Despondent, I couldn't even bother to get myself off, even when it became incredibly difficult to shut my brain off and go to [[sleep|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> I nearly fell on my face as I opened the door, my foot slipping on the hotel's daily folio. I kept upright and was able to leave without injury to myself or my pride, and also saw learned his name, finally: Gang Hung. <br><br> Shit. That was a complete waste. Worse than a waste, I had been deflected from my mission for a worthless fuck and had to pay for a ride back to the RedDoorz. Despondent, I couldn't even bother to get myself off, even when it became incredibly difficult to shut my brain off and go to [[sleep|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<<run $Memories.push("Knows Peaches")>> <div id = "job"> Why be on the outside when I could be on the inside? I wasn't entirely sure what kinds of jobs they had (though I had some ideas), nor was I really sure that I would entertain //any// or ''all'' of the possible types of 'employment' the club might have. But I did know that here, hell -- everywhere -- a young, attractive woman had an element of capital that people didn't turn down out of hand. <br><br> I worked on a bowl of noodles for lunch as I considered when to go. Certainly not during prime time. I'd be mistaken probably as just a clubber. And it would be too loud and confusing. Whoever ran the place would be busy running the place rather than sorting resumes. But, conversely, I didn't want to show up when it wasn't even open. <br><br> Imagining myself standing in front of an aluminum door, pounding on it and asking for an application was more sad than funny. <br><br> So there was a narrow window. Before the club got jumping, but after they actually opened the doors. <br><br> I settled on early evening and then tried -- now waiting -- to figure out what the fuck was I going to do in my downtime? What did spies do between getting shot at and sneaking into top secret locations? Watch TV? Was I supposed to be doing things like 'I' normally would...to like 'build my legend' and credibility? Or was I just supposed to twiddle my thumbs? Or was I supposed to have multiple tacks going, multi-threading my work as an agent so that there //was// no downtime. Was I wasting time or was I supposed to waste time? Man, did I wish I had been given some training. <br><br> My thoughts wandered to what training had been for Angelo, for Nate, <<if $angeloTalk is true>>for Alice, <</if>>for...my mother. <<if $angeloTalk is true>> Was it an expansion of the evaluation with Alice and Angelo? Firing ranges, hand-to-hand combat, maybe lectures and training on the subtleties of reading and manipulating people? Crafting profiles and mission plans on targets under the guidance and supervision of agents that had come before and knew from experience what worked and what didn't. <<else>> Was it classrooms and ranges like Quantico? Was it under the tutelage of agents who had come before and knew the ins and outs of the field? Was it practicums and live tests to really put the screws to potential agents? Was there a failure and wash out percentage? How the fuck did they even get recruited anyway? Did they apply? <</if>> <br><br> No matter what it was, it had to be more than simply throwing a school-aged girl to the wolves and seeing if she could stop an international threat. Yeah. <br><br> That would have been nice. <br><br> As it was, I made some Google queries into the club, watched some tidbits of YouTube when people had mentioned or visited it. I tried to learn whatever I could -- and there was nothing (at least on the non-DarkWeb) on something this fringe and sketchy. I made sure that as much of my searching would seem as innocent and curious as it could be. I didn't want to raise any flags. <br><br> I may have also gone down a few rabbit holes of people visiting Manila. I call it research. <br><br> The internet pulling up nothing useful, I got dressed and set out to get myself a <<link "job">><<replace "#job">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Empty club during the daytime. */ Clubs always have a weird, far more seedy air about them during the non-party hours. As if they weren't questionable when it was dark, crowded and sweaty. Club ZZYZX was no different. <br><br> This early, there was no haze, no music, definitely no laser lights. The intoxicating quality of the club was gone and it was simply a boxy place with room enough for a lot of people to get close together and drunk. There was a hint of bleach smell in the air from cleaning. <br><br> I must have looked lost, because that's how I was treated, "Too early. Come back in a few hours." The bouncer was munching on a saucy hotdog, returning to his post by the door that had been vacant long enough for me to come in without being allowed. <br><br> "Oh yeah, totally. I'm just...you guys hiring?" My gaze continued to swing back and forth trying to make heads or tails of who might be in charge. <br><br> He frowned, reconsidered me and swallowed a bite that deserved to be chewed more, "I mean. Yeah. Depending on...what kind of job you're...looking for?" He didn't have the affect of Filipino dialect...he sounded strangely like he could have been from back stateside. I didn't ask, wondering all the same. <br><br> "Well, are there...different people for different types of jobs? Not exactly looking to clean toilets." I laughed playfully. <br><br> "No, that's a good point. Same girl. Head that way," a strong arm swung out, gesturing with the remainder of the hotdog, pointing further towards the back, "Say you're looking for Peaches. You might miss her, but she won't miss you." And with that the gesture returned the dog to his mouth where it disappeared. He turned and left me to my own devices. <br><br> I walked on back, smiling pleasantly at the curious and confused looks on my way. It was mostly women who were mostly some extraction of Asian, some whiter or more Latin than others, some with darker tones. There were a few men, but they all seemed to squarely fall within the range of muscle-bound and big which meant security, whereas I couldn't place the employment of the women for the life of me. "Peaches?" I asked a few times and received a few knowing laughs, but they were helpful and kept pointing me further and further on. Beyond and behind the bar. Past the bathrooms. Towards the storage and office spaces in the bowels of the hallways that allowed this place to run. <br><br> For it being some secret hideout for a villain or at least part of his spider's web, it seemed very...functional and legal. <br><br> "Okay. How'd you get back here?" It was sharp, clipped and quick. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Peaches")>>Oh, this one again. <</if>>The cadence spoke more to her...Chinese? upbringing than any tone or accent. <br><br> "Oh, hey. You're Peaches?" I grinned, extending my hand. <br><br> Her firm look became a glower and she did not take my hand, "Karl is going to learn that is not funny. Name. Is. Tao." There was a moment where I was sure that his joke had become my mistake and that I'd be turned away instantly, but she considered otherwise and we shook hands. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>. Karl said you might be hiring?" <br><br> She nodded and retrieved her hand, crossing her arms and giving me a look. She was a slight, hard-edged woman. She certainly didn't seem like a peach. But it also didn't seem like the first time she had heard that. She was clad entirely in black that gave her essentially no shape of femininity, strength or weakness. She would disappear when the lights went out and maybe that was the point. <br><br> <<if visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX") gte 2>> <<set $clubJob = "none">> <<face angry>> "Oh, I've seen you around. Piece of advice," she was already turning away, "Don't shit where you eat. There's lots of clubs. But no jobs for you here." <br><br> And that was it. I shook my head in disbelief at how quick and easy that was for her. It didn't seem to bear any extra portent or meaning behind it. I didn't feel like my cover was blown or something. I also didn't feel like I was ''that'' much of a frequenter that would have mattered. <br><br> But it did. <br><br> I walked out, ashamed to make eye contact with any of the people I had seen on the way in. They didn't give me a second thought or look. <br><br> Shit. Well, I was going to have to keep working other angles, but working here was not going to be one of them. <br><br> I got back to the RedDoorz and avoided any report on what had happened. This kind of failure was not something that I think would have been well-received. I fought off the feeling of messing up and depression as best I could and then went to sleep, ready to try again [[tomorrow|HomeBase]]. <<else>> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age is -2>> "I don't think I could see people being comfortable with you slinging drinks. Confused more than anything." <br><br> "Yeah. That, um. Makes sense, I guess. So...what options //are// there?" <br><br> "American, yeah? On...vacation?" Nodding to each, "For...how long?" I gave a shrug, which was true. "Okay, so not a short-term thing. Need the cash. I got it. Okay. So, no bartending, but there are a couple of options. You seem like a partier to me. Which is good! But I'm not sure you're up for the kind of jobs we have here." <br><br> There was a pregnant pause. She was waiting for me to show alarm or bolt. This was going to be far from the most surprising thing that had been said or offered to me in my life. I don't think I flinched. <br><br> Her lower lip pressed forward a bit, maybe surprised, maybe impressed, maybe both. <div id="clubChoice"> <<crossroads #clubChoice>> <<path>> "We have two types of entertainment, how do you feel about dancing?" <<contents>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> Dancing sounded up my [[alley|M002 - ClubDance]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 or $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 5 or $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 5>> "The other type of entertaining is more lucrative...you've heard of working girls?" <<blocked>> $CC.name is //not// comfortable with putting out. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> I //was// an EROS agent, [[right|M002 - ClubWhore]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $Body.age is -1>> "How old are you? I'm not sure I feel comfortable sitting you behind the bar. They shouldn't be concerned having you pour them drinks." <br><br> "Yeah. That, um. Makes sense, I guess. So...what options //are// there?" <br><br> "American, yeah? On...vacation?" Nodding to each, "For...how long?" I gave a shrug, which was true. "Okay, so not a short-term thing. Need the cash. I got it." <br><br> <div id="clubJob"> <<crossroads #clubJob>> <<path $CC.height gt 3 or $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 2>> "Okay. Maybe I think we might be able to swing you as a bartender...but you hide if cops show." <<blocked>> $CC.name's bearing doesn't give Tao confidence that she could pull off being a proper-aged bartender. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Bartending sounded like low-risk [[access|M002 - ClubBar]] to me. <<path>> "Otherwise, we have two types of entertainment, how do you feel about dancing?" <<contents>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> Dancing sounded up my [[alley|M002 - ClubDance]]. <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 or $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 5 or $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gt 5>> "The other type of entertaining is more lucrative...you've heard of working girls?" <<blocked>> $CC.name is //not// comfortable with putting out. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> I //was// an EROS agent, [[right|M002 - ClubWhore]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> "Well. What kind of job //are// you looking for?" I wasn't sure exactly what to say. How much about the goings-on here did I know, was I supposed to know. "American, yeah? On...vacation?" Nodding to each, "For...how long?" I gave a shrug, which was true. "Okay, so not a short-term thing. Need the cash. I got it." <br><br> <div id="clubJob"> <<crossroads #clubJob>> <<path>> "You ever bartend before? It's the usual way that girls start to work for us." Start. That was interesting. And disconcerting? <<blocked>> $CC.name's bearing doesn't give Tao confidence that she could pull off being a proper-aged bartender. <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> Bartending sounded like low-risk [[access|M002 - ClubBar]] to me. <<path>> "Otherwise, we have two types of entertainment, how do you feel about dancing?" <<contents>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> Dancing sounded up my [[alley|M002 - ClubDance]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>> <</if>> <</replace>><</link>>. </div>
<div id="night2"> This club was dangerous. <<if $ACTI.goOut !== "rest">>I knew that after the first night. When I had been attacked the //first// time. <<else>>When Nate and Angelo had told me what was going on here. But also...<</if>>Women seemed up in arms at my mere presence. And the socialization of fighting here seemed far more acceptable than anything I was used to back home. Danger lurked around every corner, not just from the men, not just from some nefarious <<print $ACTI.target>>, but also from any female. <br><br> Hopefully, for tonight at least, I might be able to eschew the weaker sex and focus on the one that might get me closer to accomplishing this mission. <<crossroads #night2>> <<path>> See if there was anyone worth getting to know. <<contents>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Callum")>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> There was definitely something going on towards the back. Something important. The way that the workers of the Club acted in deference to that area and also seemed to avoid it, while just 'normal' men were coming and going as if it were just some VIP bathroom...it was suspicious. That much I had picked up on in my little time. So, I performed a little stakeout. Or at least that's what I was pretending it was as I sipped on a tequila hard seltzer. It didn't taste good. So I wasn't drinking it quickly. <br><br> Just for show. Just like whatever was going on...back there. <br><br> A few men approached me, a given. But they were quickly assessed and denied wordlessly. And given my caliber amongst the other women around, they just assumed they weren't valuable enough to be worthy of my attention. Even better than back home. Advantage: me. <br><br> I clocked a couple men in particular. I didn't know what they were doing or who they were, but I began making some mental notes. I'd have to figure out the rest later, but at least I was getting some mental snapshots of the important players. Or...at least players. They had to be playing, right? <br><br> A Western accent chuckling in my ear, shocked me from my reverie: "Who'd have thought I'd come all this way and find a girl from back home?" <br><br> I chuckled along with his joke. He wasn't American, but I wouldn't dispel him of the notion straight away. I smirked over my shoulder, "Well, hello." He was a tall, widely-built Scotsman(?), bald and easily twice my age. And, most importantly: It was one of the guys I had noted. A player. He had found me. Little did he know I was looking for him. <br><br> "Ah, shite." He laughed, pressing the side of his hips against me to counter-point his dissatisfaction, "American." <br><br> "I look...Scottish?" I made a little head over at the bar. Now was a time I could use it, with a guy I //wanted// around. <br><br> "Maybe I was hoping. You look differen' than everyone else here." What followed was playful banter and while he was groping as much as any of these guys would have, it felt less predatory and more like kinship in a far-flung territory for both of us. And it turned out he was here on 'business' -- not interesting, but just laughed off any inquiries into what the business was -- interesting. <br><br> So after a requisite amount of flirtation, I offered a break (I'd been standing for hours anyway) to lounge a bit. Callum -- that was his name -- grunted, looking off to the side and then decided against it, his hand dropped against my ass and down to search between my thighs, "Changing venue?" <br><br> I squirmed, trying to keep him from reaching the honeypot, twisting my hips towards him and making the angle more difficult. "So, Callum," I beamed up at him, pounding down the last drink he had gotten me so that he could provide another -- make him think he hadn't primed my pump enough yet, "Why ZZYZX?" <br><br> "Coul' ask the same thing of you." Age had turned former muscle to...less so...and it became much more apparent as his arm swung around behind me and pulled me close. <br><br> I told him the truth, which is that I was scoping things out, new in town and that my digs were close and this was convenient. I was just looking for a night out and didn't need anything too fancy. His other hand dipped between my legs ''again'', pressing upward insistently as we chatted. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>>And, fuck, I was easy access <<print $CC.name>> tonight. I felt the pads of his fingers flutter at sensitive bare skin. There was only me between him...and me.<</if>> I tried to slightly dissuade him, but I still needed to get a bit more understanding of Callum before I could end this encounter. But attempt two was much more focused than the first. He wasn't testing the waters, he was making a point. <br><br> "This neck of the woods? Ach, sorry, dearie." So he was staying elsewhere. Why trek down to this neighborhood and //this// lower-end club. Sure, he might be trying to pull as a big fish in a small pond. Or... "Didn't plan on it meself, victim of circumstance and locality of business being done, yesee." I couldn't keep the fingers at bay any longer, and now anyone could see what he was doing, plain as day. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>><<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>What had been a hint of contact at my lips was now unadulterated fingering, "Mmm. Freeballin' are we. Knew I liked ye."<<else>>What had been a hint of contact at the fabric -- my last barrier -- was now pawing strokes.<</if>><</if>> <div id="NightInvestigateElse"> <<crossroads #NightInvestigateElse>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Nympho") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Constantly Horny')>> Shit. I hated being hornier than guys. Fine. We could fuck. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> I practically jerked my hips back against the digging, my hand grabbing at his other arm and pulling myself into him. I cooed softly as I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. I probably felt like a furnace with how warm the insides of my thighs were. <br><br> My chin rested near his collarbone, eyes closed and keeping myself tight against him as he worked. Then he yanked his hand away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away from the bar and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, "Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..." he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), there was a split-second where I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now--nghh f-fuck I almost came. <br><br> Goddamn, I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't a nympho or have a high enough sex drive. <<path>> Could be a source. Keeping him live with sex would be easier than without. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<skillChecked "Easy" "Suggestible">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value lte 3 && $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lte 3>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> Fuck. Was //this// what it was going to take? I felt dirty. <br><br> <</if>> I shifted my feet, parted for him, my crotch pressed back into his stroking, thick digits. I cocked my hips so that he was making the best contact and delivering me shocks constantly. God, I was getting fucking //soaked//. "Where are you staying?" <br><br> His hand yanked away and my pussy screamed at me in dismay. He looked off to the side as he straightened his jacket, smelled his fingers and leaned off the bar. Did he just tease me to get back at me? To see if he ''could''? <br><br> Then he offered me the tainted hand, pulling me away with him and then dropping squarely to my ass, patting and squeezing as we walked out, "Yeah, no need for you to stay around here..." he motioned at the run-down neighborhood. Then he pulled me close, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but his eyes were elsewhere, lit up in his phone as he called a lift. <br><br> He pawed slowly and gave little reiterating swats to my rear as I sucked and played with his tongue for the next couple minutes until the black car pulled up and we climbed in. <br><br> As we made out in the backseat (his hand returning to ministering to my mound), I wondered if I should be maximizing my intel gathering right now or not. I was literally being the honeytrap right now and didn't know if I was trapping enough. <br><br> I ventured to not push my luck, plus I was enjoying him edging me on the ride back to his [[place|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <<path>> Just because an EROS agent uses sex didn't mean I //had// to. I had a lead and I could disentangle with my dignity intact. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> I tried to hold the tremble and shudder of my eyes at bay, ignoring the shocks between my legs -- god I was getting fucking //soaked// -- "Lemme give you my number, Callum. I've been dancing all night so let's pick this back up when I'm not a wreck." My hips shifted forward, my pussy complaining as the pressure lightened and the hope of sex retreated too. <br><br> "Fair enough, darlin'." He retrieved his phone from his jacket pocket and handed it to me with surprising ease. Unlocked, unconcerned. So either he would give up his knowledge easily or there was nothing to be had. I popped in my number and moved away from the bar, pecking him on the cheek. He gave my own, other, cheek a good smack in response, "See you soon. Sure ye don't want a walk home? Dangerous 'round these parts." <br><br> I leaned in, hand sliding down his chest, giving him a little tongue. He took the moment to try again at my vulva. I let him play, feeling my heat as a promise of //next// time, "Appreciate the gentlemanly offer." The irony of being practically fingered at the moment was not lost on me, "But I'll be fine." <br><br> And I was. Riding a high of locking in my first potential lead on my first night out on 'infil' duty as silly American party girl? Fuck, maybe I //could// be an EROS agent. <br><br> I put myself to sleep by masturbating furiously, imagining <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>>. He held a special place in my heart, but that night it was different. ''I'' held all of the power. I was merely using them for my own purposes. I had to be sexually sated before I could go out in the field, clear-headed and resolved. And they were my toy. Beneath me, grunting out and holding back their own orgasm so that I could get mine -- I could get a half __dozen__ -- first. <br><br> I collapsed into sleep, thighs quaking, toes digging into the shitty mattress as I laughed out, imagining leaving <<if $Body.virgin == true>>my fantasy man<<else>><<print $Body.vCard.name>><</if>> pre-orgasm. I was done, they'd have to take care of themselves. <br><br> Sleep was incredible that [[night|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> </div> <<hidden $Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> <<path $Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> I wondered if Callum was here tonight. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> Callum had been one of the guys who might figure into the big picture. So why not start with him? <br><br> I glanced over the couches. No Scotsman. <br><br> Walking past the bar? He probably had drinks brought to him. <br><br> The dance floor. I doubted he was really the type. <br><br> So, that meant I needed to meander. Try and get a peek back behind the curtain. I headed to the back hall. Just me, maybe I was going to the bathroom? Nothing to see here. I moved slowly, giving myself as much of a window as possible before making my move: "This is the bathroom, right?" I said to no one in particular -- Callum had gone into this room before. <br><br> The door came open. There was no muscle here, surprisingly, no one to stop me. I did stop, though, because I was immediately confronted with a man watching TV, his pants around his calves and a girl between his knees, head bobbing on his prick. Not Callum. <br><br> "Oh." It was all I could think of to say. He looked over from the TV, the frown turning into intrigue as he took me in. <br><br> "Joining the fun? Datu! Who's this piece?" He called out to someone, back further from the lounge -- a sactum more inner. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> <<set $People['AI'].Datu.rel -= 2>> <<face worried>> I knew that name, though and my blood ran cold. There was a moment of hesitation considering a quick exit before he saw me, but I would be pursued. And running would only add credence to me having done something I knew I shouldn't. <br><br> Instead, I stood as confidently as I could, watching the girl -- unperturbed -- slurping on this guy. She seemed as unaffected by anything as he seemed unaffected by her blowjob: he was just enjoying it as if it were a daily massage. <br><br> "Hi, Datu." <<skillChecked "Confidence">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>>Good, that came out well. I belonged.<<else>>Oh, that did //not// sound how I intended it. Deer in headlights.<</if>> <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." A point of fact. I could tell his mind was working, but I didn't know how this was going to turn out. He was walking towards me, though. I'd find out soon enough. <br><br> "So //this// is where you are all night!" A chipper, naive girl. That was the play. "I heard there was a VIP room, but I didn't know it doesn't seem to cater to people like //me//." Playing off supreme comfort at bearing witness to the sexual exploit. <<if $clubJob is "whore">>I didn't recognize her as one of the working girls, so this had to be either his girlfriend or something worse, but I was taking it as surpremely mundane.<<else>>Whether this was a working girl, his girlfriend, or something worse, I was taking it as mundane.<</if>> <br><br> His approach didn't stop right in front of me. <br><br> A blade came out and pressed under my chin before I knew he had one. <br><br> I was against the door, eyes uplifted simply trying to keep my vulnerable skin away from his instrument. <br><br> My heart was instantly racing. Was I going to die? Why wasn't he saying anything? <br><br> "D-datu." I squeaked, my hands touching at his blazer. Not pushing, not pulling. Simple, unthreatening contact. <br><br> His breath bloomed across my bared throat. The tip of the blade felt like it was breaking the skin. <br><br> "Dat-tu! W-what are y-you doing?" Any confidence I had displayed was gone. I was pleading for my life. This place //was// just as dangerous as I had been warned. I was getting the danger dealt to me in spades tonight, reaffirming all that I had been told. <br><br> "She wasn't doing anything, Dat." Yes. Yes. Listen to the guy who's watching this while he gets his cock sucked. <br><br> I felt like I was scrabbling up the wall. I wished I was <<if $CC.clique =="Nerd">>Spider-Gwen<<else>>Spider-Man<</if>>. "You weren't?" His words felt more dangerous than the dagger at my jugular. <br><br> "She...could be though." The guy chuckled. I heard the girl suddenly gag, the sound of an unending deepthroat filled the room as his words dissapated. "I think I'm done with this one." The wet, quick withrdawal and her pleading gasp. <br><br> Datu grabbed my nose with his fingers and pulled down, making me meet the blade and his eyes, "I'm not sure this one is safe." <br><br> Did I prove I was safe? <<crossroads>> <<path [[M002 - Night2End]]>> No. This had gone too far, I was scared but I wasn't turning out to be the other girl. <<path [[M002 - Night2End][$Memories.push("Knows Nestor")]]>> Yes. I had made a misstep. I didn't want to die. <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<set $People['AI'].Datu.rel -= 2>> <<face worried>> Datu? Who was that? My blood ran cold. A big man from behind the curtain was going to appear. There was a moment of hesitation considering a quick exit before he saw me, but I would be pursued. And running would only add credence to me having done something I knew I shouldn't. <br><br> Instead, I stood as confidently as I could, watching the girl -- unperturbed -- slurping on this guy. She seemed as unaffected by anything as he seemed unaffected by her blowjob: he was just enjoying it as if it were a daily massage. <br><br> "Hi." <<skillChecked "Confidence">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>>A little wave and smile. Yeah, that went well. I belonged here.<<else>>That wave could have been a bit stronger and my smile could have been quicker. Shit. Deer in headlights.<</if>> <br><br> "Who the fuck are you." Not a question. I could tell his mind was working, but I didn't know how this was going to turn out. He was walking towards me, though. I'd find out soon enough. <br><br> "I really thought this was the bathroom. My mistake!" A chipper, naive girl. That was the play. "Is it..." I motioned back towards the hallway, "More...that way? Or..." Playing off supreme comfort at bearing witness to the sexual exploit. <<if $clubJob is "whore">>I didn't recognize her as one of the working girls, so this had to be either his girlfriend or something worse, but I was taking it as surpremely mundane.<<else>>Whether this was a working girl, his girlfriend, or something worse, I was taking it as mundane.<</if>> <br><br> His approach didn't stop right in front of me. <br><br> A blade came out and pressed under my chin before I knew he had one. <br><br> I was against the door, eyes uplifted simply trying to keep my vulnerable skin away from his instrument. <br><br> My heart was instantly racing. Was I going to die? Why wasn't he saying anything? <br><br> "F-fuck. N-no." I squeaked, my hands touching at his blazer. Not pushing, not pulling. Simple, unthreatening contact. <br><br> His breath bloomed across my bared throat. The tip of the blade felt like it was breaking the skin. <br><br> "P-please! W-what are y-you doing?" Any confidence I had displayed was gone. I was pleading for my life. This place //was// just as dangerous as I had been warned. I was getting the danger dealt to me in spades tonight, reaffirming all that I had been told. <br><br> "She wasn't doing anything, Dat." Yes. Yes. Listen to the guy who's watching this while he gets his cock sucked. <br><br> I felt like I was scrabbling up the wall. I wished I was <<if $CC.clique =="Nerd">>Spider-Gwen<<else>>Spider-Man<</if>>. "You weren't?" His words felt more dangerous than the dagger at my jugular. <br><br> "She...could be though." The guy chuckled. I heard the girl suddenly gag, the sound of an unending deepthroat filled the room as his words dissapated. "I think I'm done with this one." The wet, quick withrdawal and her pleading gasp. <br><br> Datu grabbed my nose with his fingers and pulled down, making me meet the blade and his eyes, "I'm not sure this one is safe." <br><br> Did I prove I was safe? <<crossroads>> <<path [[M002 - Night2End]]>> No. This had gone too far, I was scared but I wasn't turning out to be the other girl. <<path [[M002 - Night2End][$Memories.push("Knows Nestor")]]>> Yes. I had made a misstep. I didn't want to die. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<hidden $Memories.includes("Knows Callum") == false>> <<path>> Do a little snooping. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> There was definitely something going on towards the back. Something important. The way that the workers of the Club acted in deference to that area and also seemed to avoid it, while just 'normal' men were coming and going as if it were just some VIP bathroom...it was suspicious. That much I had picked up on in my little time. So, I performed a little stakeout. Or at least that's what I was pretending it was as I sipped on a tequila hard seltzer. It didn't taste good. So I wasn't drinking it quickly. <br><br> Just for show. Just like whatever was going on...back there. <br><br> A few men approached me, a given. But they were quickly assessed and denied wordlessly. And given my caliber amongst the other women around, they just assumed they weren't valuable enough to be worthy of my attention. Even better than back home. Advantage: me. <br><br> I clocked a couple men in particular. I didn't know what they were doing or who they were, but I began making some mental notes. I'd have to figure out the rest later, but at least I was getting some mental snapshots of the important players. Or...at least players. They had to be playing, right? <br><br> But watching wasn't going to be enough, I needed to find out what was happening back there to get a bit more perspective on my new catalogue of VIPS. Time to get a peek back behind the curtain. <br><br> Leaving my shitty hard tequila behind, I headed to the back hall. Just me, going to the bathroom. Nothing to see here. I moved slowly, giving myself as much of a window as possible before making my move: "This is the bathroom, right?" I said to no one in particular. <br><br> The door came open. There was no muscle here, surprisingly, no one to stop me. I did stop, though, because I was immediately confronted with a man watching TV, his pants around his calves and a girl between his knees, head bobbing on his prick. <br><br> "Oh." It was all I could think of to say. He looked over from the TV, the frown turning into intrigue as he took me in. <br><br> "Joining the fun? Datu! Who's this piece?" He called out to someone, back further from the lounge -- a sactum more inner. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> <<set $People['AI'].Datu.rel -= 2>> <<face worried>> I knew that name, though and my blood ran cold. There was a moment of hesitation considering a quick exit before he saw me, but I would be pursued. And running would only add credence to me having done something I knew I shouldn't. <br><br> Instead, I stood as confidently as I could, watching the girl -- unperturbed -- slurping on this guy. She seemed as unaffected by anything as he seemed unaffected by her blowjob: he was just enjoying it as if it were a daily massage. <br><br> "Hi, Datu." <<skillChecked "Confidence">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>>Good, that came out well. I belonged.<<else>>Oh, that did //not// sound how I intended it. Deer in headlights.<</if>> <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." A point of fact. I could tell his mind was working, but I didn't know how this was going to turn out. He was walking towards me, though. I'd find out soon enough. <br><br> "So //this// is where you are all night!" A chipper, naive girl. That was the play. "I heard there was a VIP room, but I didn't know it doesn't seem to cater to people like //me//." Playing off supreme comfort at bearing witness to the sexual exploit. <<if $clubJob is "whore">>I didn't recognize her as one of the working girls, so this had to be either his girlfriend or something worse, but I was taking it as surpremely mundane.<<else>>Whether this was a working girl, his girlfriend, or something worse, I was taking it as mundane.<</if>> <br><br> His approach didn't stop right in front of me. <br><br> A blade came out and pressed under my chin before I knew he had one. <br><br> I was against the door, eyes uplifted simply trying to keep my vulnerable skin away from his instrument. <br><br> My heart was instantly racing. Was I going to die? Why wasn't he saying anything? <br><br> "D-datu." I squeaked, my hands touching at his blazer. Not pushing, not pulling. Simple, unthreatening contact. <br><br> His breath bloomed across my bared throat. The tip of the blade felt like it was breaking the skin. <br><br> "Dat-tu! W-what are y-you doing?" Any confidence I had displayed was gone. I was pleading for my life. This place //was// just as dangerous as I had been warned. I was getting the danger dealt to me in spades tonight, reaffirming all that I had been told. <br><br> "She wasn't doing anything, Dat." Yes. Yes. Listen to the guy who's watching this while he gets his cock sucked. <br><br> I felt like I was scrabbling up the wall. I wished I was <<if $CC.clique =="Nerd">>Spider-Gwen<<else>>Spider-Man<</if>>. "You weren't?" His words felt more dangerous than the dagger at my jugular. <br><br> "She...could be though." The guy chuckled. I heard the girl suddenly gag, the sound of an unending deepthroat filled the room as his words dissapated. "I think I'm done with this one." The wet, quick withrdawal and her pleading gasp. <br><br> Datu grabbed my nose with his fingers and pulled down, making me meet the blade and his eyes, "I'm not sure this one is safe." <br><br> Did I prove I was safe? <<crossroads>> <<path [[M002 - Night2End]]>> No. This had gone too far, I was scared but I wasn't turning out to be the other girl. <<path [[M002 - Night2End][$Memories.push("Knows Nestor")]]>> Yes. I had made a misstep. I didn't want to die. <</crossroads>> <<else>> <<set $People['AI'].Datu.rel -= 2>> <<face worried>> Datu? Who was that? My blood ran cold. A big man from behind the curtain was going to appear. There was a moment of hesitation considering a quick exit before he saw me, but I would be pursued. And running would only add credence to me having done something I knew I shouldn't. <br><br> Instead, I stood as confidently as I could, watching the girl -- unperturbed -- slurping on this guy. She seemed as unaffected by anything as he seemed unaffected by her blowjob: he was just enjoying it as if it were a daily massage. <br><br> "Hi." <<skillChecked "Confidence">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Confident'].value gt 1>>A little wave and smile. Yeah, that went well. I belonged here.<<else>>That wave could have been a bit stronger and my smile could have been quicker. Shit. Deer in headlights.<</if>> <br><br> "Who the fuck are you." Not a question. I could tell his mind was working, but I didn't know how this was going to turn out. He was walking towards me, though. I'd find out soon enough. <br><br> "I really thought this was the bathroom. My mistake!" A chipper, naive girl. That was the play. "Is it..." I motioned back towards the hallway, "More...that way? Or..." Playing off supreme comfort at bearing witness to the sexual exploit. <<if $clubJob is "whore">>I didn't recognize her as one of the working girls, so this had to be either his girlfriend or something worse, but I was taking it as surpremely mundane.<<else>>Whether this was a working girl, his girlfriend, or something worse, I was taking it as mundane.<</if>> <br><br> His approach didn't stop right in front of me. <br><br> A blade came out and pressed under my chin before I knew he had one. <br><br> I was against the door, eyes uplifted simply trying to keep my vulnerable skin away from his instrument. <br><br> My heart was instantly racing. Was I going to die? Why wasn't he saying anything? <br><br> "F-fuck. N-no." I squeaked, my hands touching at his blazer. Not pushing, not pulling. Simple, unthreatening contact. <br><br> His breath bloomed across my bared throat. The tip of the blade felt like it was breaking the skin. <br><br> "P-please! W-what are y-you doing?" Any confidence I had displayed was gone. I was pleading for my life. This place //was// just as dangerous as I had been warned. I was getting the danger dealt to me in spades tonight, reaffirming all that I had been told. <br><br> "She wasn't doing anything, Dat." Yes. Yes. Listen to the guy who's watching this while he gets his cock sucked. <br><br> I felt like I was scrabbling up the wall. I wished I was <<if $CC.clique =="Nerd">>Spider-Gwen<<else>>Spider-Man<</if>>. "You weren't?" His words felt more dangerous than the dagger at my jugular. <br><br> "She...could be though." The guy chuckled. I heard the girl suddenly gag, the sound of an unending deepthroat filled the room as his words dissapated. "I think I'm done with this one." The wet, quick withrdawal and her pleading gasp. <br><br> Datu grabbed my nose with his fingers and pulled down, making me meet the blade and his eyes, "I'm not sure this one is safe." <br><br> Did I prove I was safe? <<crossroads>> <<path [[M002 - Night2End]]>> No. This had gone too far, I was scared but I wasn't turning out to be the other girl. <<path [[M002 - Night2End][$Memories.push("Knows Nestor")]]>> Yes. I had made a misstep. I didn't want to die. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div>
<<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nestor")>> <<set $People['AI'].Datu.rel ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel = 0>> "I'm safe." I nodded, trying to ignore how my larynx bumped up and over the edge of the blade a couple times. <br><br> He leaned in, my view only of his hard eyes, "I can trust you with Nestor?" So that was blowjob man's name. I nodded again. I hoped he wasn't making cuts on my throat. It sure felt like it. <br><br> "Perfect." The man purred. Datu stepped back, considering me and removing the weapon from my life veins. The girl was panting on the floor, wiping her face. The man's erection was wet and pulsing quickly as he enjoyed the idea of me being the one to finish him. He stood, one hand holding the slack pants and walked over to me. "I'll take her from here." I felt a clench in my gut. The trade had been made: body for safety. <br><br> "This room, though?" He gestured with the blade. It came worryingly close to clipping Nestor's stiffy. "Off limits." I nodded, Nestors arm already around me. <br><br> "Oh, so I need to--" <br><br> "Take her elsewhere." Datu had turned, heading back to wherever he had come from. Nestor shrugged and considered the drying erection that was sticking out. He opened the door, me at his side holding his pants with his free hand and heading back out into the club with his cock on full display. I wondered what became of the other girl, but only for a moment. <br><br> From there, it all became about me. I was being paraded through the club and him miraculously maintaining this hard-on like a flag bouncing for everyone to know his status here and that I was going to be on that thing. We received looks from //everyone//. <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Peaches")>>Peaches saw as well. I wondered how this registered for her.<<else>>That small Asian woman saw as well. I wondered if she was seeing this as a final victory.<</if>> That bitch from earlier bit a few words off at me as we passed, "'Merican cunt. Taking our good men. She's a slut. She's not worth it." That wasn't what Nestor thought. <br><br> Outside, Nestor needed to use both hands. "Suck my cock." He declared, gesturing to the sidewalk in front of the Club. In front of the bouncer. In front of all the patrons waiting to get inside. Public indecency clearly not a worry on his mind. <br><br> So I got to my knees and continued where the other girl left off. My hands held his pants while my mouth held his cock. I felt the hard concrete under my knees and against my toes. I felt the air whipping by behind me and the sound of passing cars. I could sense people in line or going about their business recording this. <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>><<state aroused>>I had never been so on display. My pussy was wet and ready for Nestor.<</if>> <br><br> Nestor was concentrating on his phone, calling a ride-share while he passively received my <<linkexpand "head.">> head. <br><br> <<face runny>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel += 3>> I immediately shoved my head to the hilt. Holding it there. Eyes up as I let my tongue, the pressure vaccuum I created, and my upper esophogus do the work. He wasn't able to be passive any longer, "Holy. Fuck." The phone fell from his hand, landing hard against my face and nose, but luckily I broke its fall and he was able to retrieve it before it tumbled to the concrete. I was focused. I held still. Looking up at him as I hid his cock fully in my mouth. My one hand stroked at his bare lower stomach, my tongue flickered against his base and the top of his sack. He grinned huge, grabbing the back of my head and cramming my face against his crotch. He held me there, testing me. I felt his cock throbbing passionately against me, cutting off any chance at airflow. I wasn't going to gag, but I would die of asphyxiation. I tried to pull back, at my limits. "Nuh-uh." He shook his head, holding me there. My vision started to blur at the edges. "Nuh. Uh." Another shake of his head. I was going to die after all. Dots in my vision, blackness closing its shutter on my eyes. "Nuh." I felt my heartbeat in my head. "Uh." <br><br> And then he let go. I was gasping, hands and knees on the sidewalk, wondering how close to passing out I had been. I heard people clapping. <br><br> Before I was fully recovered, before I was certain I was still alive, the ride-share arrived. "Come on." He pulled me up and into the [[car|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel += 2>> I immediately pushed as deep as I could go. Holding it there. Eyes up as I let my tongue, the pressure vaccuum I created, and my upper esophogus do the work. He wasn't able to be passive any longer, "Holy. Fuck." The phone fell from his hand, landing hard against my face and nose, but luckily I broke its fall and he was able to retrieve it before it tumbled to the concrete. I was focused. I held still. Looking up at him as I hid his cock fully in my mouth. My one hand stroked at his bare lower stomach, my tongue flickered against his base and the top of his sack. He grinned huge, grabbing the back of my head and cramming my face against his crotch. I started gagging. My hands pushing back against him, but he wouldn't relent, testing me. I felt his cock throbbing passionately against me, cutting off any chance at airflow. My stomach was lurching. I was going to vomit. I tried to pull back, at my limits. "Nuh-uh." He shook his head, I felt the gorge rising in my throat. He must have seen the clue because he pushed my head back hard. "Fuck. Fine." <br><br> I was gasping, hands and knees on the sidewalk, saliva stringing from my mouth as I spit. My abs were flexing constantly, my back arching in spasms. <br><br> Before I was fully recovered, before I was certain I was still alive, the ride-share arrived. "Come on." He pulled me up and into the [[car|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel ++>> I worked hard, twisting and bobbing. Eyes up as I let my tongue, the pressure vaccuum I created, and hints of my soft palate pull at his meat. He wasn't able to be passive any longer, "Holy. Fuck." The phone fell from his hand, landing hard against my face and nose, but luckily I broke its fall and he was able to retrieve it before it tumbled to the concrete. I was focused. Looking up at him as I hid most of his cock in my mouth. My one hand stroked at his bare lower stomach, my tongue flickered against his base and the top of his sack. He grinned huge, grabbing the back of my head and cramming my face against his crotch. I started gagging. My hands pushing back against him, but he wouldn't relent, testing me. I felt his cock throbbing passionately against me, cutting off any chance at airflow. My stomach was lurching. I was going to vomit. I tried to pull back, at my limits. "Nuh-uh." He shook his head, I felt the gorge rising in my throat. He must have seen the clue because he pushed my head back hard. "Fuck. Fine." <br><br> I was gasping, hands and knees on the sidewalk, saliva stringing from my mouth as I spit. My abs were flexing constantly, my back arching in spasms. <br><br> Before I was fully recovered, before I was certain I was still alive, the ride-share arrived. "Come on." He pulled me up and into the [[car|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <<else>> <<SexSkill oral>> It pained me to see how little he seemed to care. No reaction to having my mouth massaging his cock. I was no better than the girl back in the lounge. Despite his interest in me, I felt worthless, down in front of him and everyone else as he ignored me. Then, done with his app, he looked down at me and thought, "Aw come on. Really?" and sighed. "Here. Let me help." He grinned huge, grabbing the back of my head and cramming my face against his crotch. I started gagging. My hands pushing back against him, but he wouldn't relent, testing me. I felt his cock throbbing passionately against me, cutting off any chance at airflow. My stomach was lurching. I was going to vomit. I tried to pull back, at my limits. "Nuh-uh." He shook his head, I felt the gorge rising in my throat. He must have seen the clue because he pushed my head back hard. "Fuck. Fine." <br><br> I was gasping, hands and knees on the sidewalk, saliva stringing from my mouth as I spit. My abs were flexing constantly, my back arching in spasms. <br><br> Before I was fully recovered, before I was certain I was still alive, the ride-share arrived. "Come on." He pulled me up and into the [[car|M002 - Night2Sex]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<run $Memories.pushUnique("Knows Datu")>> "I. I'm." The sound of my voice would have been comical if I hadn't been in dire fear of my life. The blade made it hard for my larynx to move unobstructed. My nasal passages pinched, I tried to talk, "S-sorry. R-really. I'll g-go." <br><br> Datu considered me. Then the lounge. The girl panting on the floor, wiping her face. The man losing his erection, realizing I wouldn't be helping him with it, "Fuck, really? Datu. Just make her." I felt a clench in my gut. This man had the power, the violence, and the weapon to do exactly that. <br><br> "Go." Luckily, he decided I wasn't a risk. Or the man wasn't worth enough to him, "This." He gestured with the blade to the room and then pointed it back at my stomach, "Off limits." <br><br> I nodded like a bobble-head, hand grasping for the door handle and trying to squeeze myself out and away as fast as I could manage. My eyes wouldn't leave the blade. I felt like it was still pointed straight at me as I hurried back down the hall, pushing haphazardly through the crowd. My head was pounding, I was breathing too fast. I felt my hands starting to clench, my feet losing the ability to walk -- my toes were curling. <br><br> Outside, in front of the bouncer that had restrained me earlier, I buckled over and breathed deeply, hands on my thighs. I gulped for breath, ignoring whatever I was showing. When death is in the rear-view mirror, decency goes out the window. <br><br> They ignored me. Just a show for the evening and not something that disturbed anyone. Not the men waiting to come inside. Not the club muscle. No one came to check on me -- even out of false care. <br><br> I recovered. Hands on my head, I began walking the way back to RedDoorz. Night two was over. I was not about to head back in and confront the blade again. <br><br> If I was going to try to investigate as a patron, I would need a very clear plan of action. Winging it was going to land me in a dumpster. <br><br> I had avoided trading my body for my safety and gotten away. I wasn't sure that would be the case in the [[future|HomeBase]]. <</if>>
<<if $Memories.includes("Knows Nestor")>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> The car ride was unsurprisingly more of the same. He really enjoyed having some girl sucking his cock. Occasionally he'd guide me, usually, "Not yet." And make me hold off for a moment. Other times it was another test of my limits. In the meantime, he worked at his phone. <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>><<Stats Perception ++>>He had a habit of mouthing out his messages as if he was speaking them first. Enough repeating of certain things and I started to see some consistent words: Datu. Nin-yo. Something like that. People he was communicating with. So, he was working with Datu. I wondered how closely and in regards to what. The club? Me right now? Other girls? Or the bigger operation, whatever that was.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>>I think he was mouthing things from time to time, but I was too focused on my own mouthing to take note.<</if>> <br><br> And then we had arrived. He actually tucked himself into his pants, though they were massively uncomfortable and did nothing to hide his state. At least he demurred complete lewdity when he was at his residence. <br><br> A very standard apartment building. Somwhere more centrally located in Manila based on how long the ride was. The Atrium. Okay, pretty whatever name. The doorman nodded to him as we passed, taking zero note of me, my running makeup, his flagging slacks, or that I was being brought home late at night and a new face. <br><br> "So. You know Datu?" Some conversation! We were taking the elevator up. <br><br> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Datu")>> "Yeah. I work there." Now I had time to consider the man. The only thing remarkable about him was his similarity to Datu. I could have sworn they were twins, or related, or maybe that was just me not being too familiar with Filipinos in my life. I hated that my brain was thinking they 'looked the same'. <br><br> "Work. There...really." He smiled and looked me over. <br><br> <<if $employedZZYZX == true && $clubJob !== "whore">> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel ++>> "Not one of //them//." I chuckled. <br><br> "Eh, looks different now. Moving up in the ranks. I could put in a good word for you." <br><br> My chuckle became awkward at best, "I'll...think about it." <br><br> "Best of both worlds. I like your thinking. A little special access for me, too." He groped my ass, realizing he was getting. <<elseif $employedZZYZX == true>> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel -->> "Yeah, why do you think Datu sent me off with you? Who else would be in that back room?" <br><br> "Good point." He seemed a little displeased with that response. I was nothing special to him. Someone he could have gotten any night. <<else>> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel += 2>> "Yeah, we've crossed paths before." <br><br> "Seen that side of him?" He grinned lasciviously, he liked my response in a way I couldn't really understand. <br><br> "Datu's got a short fuse." <br><br> He groped hard at my ass, "So you're a free agent, eh?" I didn't know how to respond to that, "Lucky me." <</if>> <<else>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Datu")>> "Not til tonight." I shook my head. Now I had time to consider the man. The only thing remarkable about him was his similarity to Datu. I could have sworn they were twins, or related, or maybe that was just me not being too familiar with Filipinos in my life. I hated that my brain was thinking they 'looked the same'. <br><br> "Not his best side." He chuckled, reaching over to touch the tender place on my neck. I wanted to tuck and cover. I resisted the urge. <br><br> <<if $employedZZYZX == true>> <<if $clubJob !== "whore">> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel ++>> "I do work there, though. Just haven't crossed paths with him before." He cocked his head, curious. "Not one of //them//." I chuckled. <br><br> "Eh, looks different now. Moving up in the ranks. I could put in a good word for you." <br><br> My chuckle became awkward at best, "I'll...think about it." <br><br> "Best of both worlds. I like your thinking. A little special access for me, too." He groped my ass, realizing he was getting. <<else>> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel -->> "I do work there, though. Just haven't crossed paths with him before." He cocked his head, curious. "Yeah, why do you think Datu sent me off with you? Who else would be in that back room?" <br><br> "Good point." He seemed a little displeased with that response. I was nothing special to him. Someone he could have gotten any night. <</if>> <<else>> <<set $People['AI'].Nestor.rel += 2>> He groped hard at my ass, "So you're a free agent, eh?" I didn't know how to respond to that, "Just random chance...why were you even back there? Chose the right 'wrong' bathroom, I guess. Lucky me." <</if>> <</if>> <br><br> The elevator doors sighed open and he brought me home, "I'm Nestor, by the way." Oh, such a gentleman. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." I tried to be as warm as I could in the moment. <br><br> "Lovely name. Just so you know, this may be quicker than you expected. I've been ready to nut for an hour already. She was going such a great job back there." Well, upside, I guess. "And you too, of course." He was unbuckling and undoing his pants as soon as we walked in the door. I thought he might cum from relief of the pants restraint when they opened again, freeing his adamantine cock. <br><br> "Oh, okay." What was I supposed to say anyway? <br><br> "Here." He tugged me by the hip towards the kitchen. Okay. No bedroom. Okay. I looked around, wondering if I could make anything out of his nondescript apartment. Access denied to the most mundane of rooms. A part of me surprised I was still being a good spy and a part of me decrying how crazy it would be to push my luck. <br><br> And then he pulled a kitchen knife from the <<linkexpand "block.">> block. /* IMAGE (Needed): A hand pulling a chef's knife from a kitchen block. */ <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Rape play") || $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>><<face ahego>><<state aroused>>I froze. Fuck. Why did I feel my pussy just clench in excitement. He could //kill// me.<<else>><<face worried>>I froze. He pulled me closer anyway, brandishing it with a cold laugh that froze my blood. Maybe I wouldn't be getting out alive after all.<</if>> <br><br> "I saw how much you liked this." The heat in his voice told me how much //he// had liked it earlier. His unarmed hand was pushing me forward onto the marble counter. The blade was at my throat. My vision froze, locked in on the living room beyond, just not wanting to die. Not to make any misstep. Now in position, he had the ability to feel up between my legs. <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused")>>"Oh, fuck. You //loved// this." He pulled the edge of the blade tighter against my throat. Luckily, he didn't sharpen his kitchen utensils.<</if>> <br><br> He was behind me. He was <<linkexpand "inside me.">> <<dollRearView>> inside me. <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused") || $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal")>><<face ahego>>I was wet, unsurprisingly. He was harder than I think I'd ever felt a guy. The insertion was ballsdeep and effortless.<<else>><<face hurt2>>I wasn't wet. No surprise there. He was harder than I think I'd ever felt a guy. Him being so hard meant he could stab it in without effort. Me being not ready meant that //hurt//.<</if>> <br><br> He drew my head up with the edge of his kitchen blade. This time I was getting cut. I wanted my heart to stop pounding so hard, but having a guy ramming home inside my pussy made that impossible. I could feel the pulse against the metal, each heartbeat threatening that the gush of blood would cause me to open and the blood to come ''out''. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>>I should have asked for protection. But my willingness to risk impregnation was higher than my willingness to risk death. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>><<state aroused>>Plus there was something incredibly hot about being seeded under threat of death. A man giving me no choice but to take his load.<</if>><</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms") || ($Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms") && $Body.state.includes("aroused"))>> <<stateRemove aroused>> Even given the situation, the ridigity and heat spearing up at my core set me off right away. I clutched at the marble countertop, crying out in ecstacy with <<shake 2s>>Each<</shake>> <<shake 3s>>Of<</shake>> <<shake 4s>>His<</shake>> <<shake 5s>>Few<</shake>> <<shake 6s>>Firm<</shake>> <<shake 7s>>Thrusts<</shake>>. <<else>> Despite how hard he was. Despite how hot his cock was. Despite how turned on I may or may not have been...it //was// quick. And I was too focused on that knife threatening my very existence to even get an inch closer to my own orgasm before he found his own, long-belated one. <</if>> <br><br> He came quickly, as he <<linkexpand "promised.">> <<cumSpray mound5 pussy2 thighs3>> promised. He was cumming furiously, cramming himself inside me insistently as his cock rocketed off inside me so fast and so hard. <br><br> Luckily, the knife clattered to the countertop rather than taking off my head. <br><br> His nearly hour-long edging session rewarded him with an incredibly long, powerful and body-shaking meeting with god. It rewarded my cervix with incredibly long, powerful and belly-filling meeting with his sperm. I panted out as he beat against me rhythmically, able to check out his place as I served as his recepticle. <br><br> "Pleasure. Meeting. You. <<print $CC.name>>." He gave solid hits against my backside with those last words, announcing his full completion. He yanked free and laughed, triumphantly watching some of what he released become released from me, "Oh I fuckin' messed you up. Better send you home to shower. Can't clean that up here." <br><br> I didn't disagree. It was coursing slow and thickly over my labia and thighs. I tried to laugh with him. <br><br> Unfortunately, he didn't give me the opportunity to do any searching, despite my cum-filled state. "I'll report back positively to my brother." He said, depositing me outside his door. <br><br> So, I hadn't been racist! <br><br> Maybe a small silver lining to my cum-crusted cloud. <<if $Body.fertile>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Nestor" M "Nestor, Datu's brother, who fucked me so I wasn't killed">> <<else>> <<vCardCheck "Nestor" M "Nestor, Datu's brother, who fucked me so I wasn't killed">> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Not to mention: I was [[alive|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Not to mention: I was [[alive|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> I was a sopping mess when we climbed out of the black car and into the lobby of an upscale condo. "Li'l home away from home," he smiled proudly as he escorted me through the wall-to-wall marble to the bay of elevators. Inside though, he seemed to forget where we were going, "Hmm...which...one..." He eyed the rows of buttons while his hand returned between my thighs and feeling there his gaze turned to me with a broad, self-assured grin, "Fuck, lass. You wan' dis." <br><br> The shove he got was more than firm, his dress shoes slipping slightly on the floor, "So. Find the button." I was frustrated as all hell right then, but even still, I had to laugh when he thrust his hand against my pussy again, "The...other...but-ton," grunting out as I guided his moist fingers away from me and to the panel. <br><br> He relented, depressing one of them and leaning back against the mirrored walls, "Better than yer digs, innit?" <br><br> "A mite bit." My eyes flashed at him, assuming a mocking bit of his accent as I grabbed his belt buckle and let my fingers __slowly__ flip the latch and tug the leather off the clasp, "But I'm not some big, bad powerbroker in the Philippines." I made sure that my efforts caressed the mostly-solid erection he was sporting. It was his turn to be worked up and frustrated. <br><br> "Have yer own kind of power, in my opinion." His words affected a chestier quality, but he was trying to retain his collected attitude even as his slacks relaxed, the strap cinching them sliding free from the loops. My hand was drawing the slack out, grabbing and pulling close to his fly, stroking up and back and feeling his own heat. The door dinged and we stepped out into the hallway, the belt trailing along the carpet behind me, hanging loose from my hand. "What're ye gunna be doin' with that?" <br><br> "Oh, you'll get it back. Don't you worry." A flick of my wrist and the belt was like a snake, suddenly flicking up and striking against his side. It was playful and I was <<skillChecked "Hometown">> <<if $CC.hometown == "NO" || "AL">>only vaguely familiar with using a whip<<else>>only familiar with how whips were used in the movies<</if>>, and he took it in stride, stumbling back as if a cowed animal, warding me with his hands. <br><br> "Ach! Oo-kayy, oo-kay!" He was loving the interplay. <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>><<Stats Perception ++>>I was fascinating to him and someone he'd remember.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>> <</if>>He unlocked the door to his place and ushered me in with a gentlemanly flair, "After ye." <br><br> "You're right. I want it. Where's the fucking bedroom?" I flicked the improvised whip at him again, smirking as he grabbed the end before it dropped and tugged me along like it was a leash. I laughed and tripped along, trying to ditch my <<link "shoes">><<feet>><</link>> on the way. <br><br> /* IMAGE (Needed): Incredible apartment of a wealthy powerbroker */ It was a gorgeous place. Well-attended and <<skillChecked "Investigation">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Investigation'].value gt 1>><<Stats Perception ++>>despite the cleanliness, I could tell he'd been staying here more than a couple days at least because it felt lived-in.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>>either he was neat, newly in town, or had a maid.<</if>> He had money -- not necessarily a //ton// because it was Manila, but a place like this back home would have run him <<if $CC.hometown is "AL">>a million?<<elseif $CC.hometown is "NO">>half a million?<<elseif $CC.hometown is "NY">>a few million, easy.<<elseif $CC.hometown is "LA">>a couple million, easy.<<else>>a million or so, especially downtown.<</if>> And now the question was: where was the money coming from and was any of it to do with why we was at the Club tonight? <br><br> I stumbled hard towards him. He had pulled ''hard'' and I was against him and suddenly pinned against the bed. The belt was between us, me holding the buckle end, him holding the tip. Right. As my body insisted: investigate later. Fuck now. <br><br> Now that I had //started// this belt-play...how was it going to go down. Our eyes were locked on each other's, the decision percolating to the surface. <br><br> <div id="NightSex"> <<crossroads #NightSex>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Bondage')>> Tie //him//. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Bondage. <<contents>> <<face ahego>> <<set $Stats.Kinks.pushUnique("Domination")>> <<Stats Confident ++>> My gaze hardened. I felt the fond excitement of taking control. I yanked the belt from his hand. It came easily, especially given what end of the stick he had. "Get on the bed." He did. I crawled up beside him -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I moved aside his body. He knew what was coming, his arms going up over his head towards where I was about to loop and strap his wrists together with his own clothing. <br><br> <<speech "Callum">>"Fiesty."<</speech>> It was a low growl more than a word. I pulled //tight// and his chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though his eyes quested for mine, I ignored him, looking over his form and deciding what came next. <br><br> In another time, another situation, I would have drawn this out. Relished in having him essentially under my control, a man like him, a man his size, a man his age. Mine. Instead, my pussy was about to murder me. So I unzipped his fly and maybe pulled too hard, because the button popped free, flying across the room as I tugged his expensive slacks down enough to free his cock. <br><br> It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. <<if $Body.isWearingDress>>Now the ease of access was going to work to my advantage! <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<else>>I tugged my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as I yanked.<</if>><<else>>I worked my own soaked clothing <<link "off">><<lower>><<panties>><</link>> quick and roughly.<</if>> And then, ready to go, I climbed up and over him, grabbing his base as I lined it up. The slickness of his precum lubed cock was completely lost in the sopping wetness of my pussy. "Get a condom, lass. You dinnae where I've been. Or want te knae." It prickled that it felt like the power dynamic shifted in that moment. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value || $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>> <<skillChecked "Risky" "Stable" "Kinks">> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<pregCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if _pregSuccess>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <</if>> <</if>> I didn't care. Except about control. I shoved my hips down roughly, taking him in a single stroke. <<speechPC>>"Ah!"<</speechPC>> It was a squeal of triumph<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and I smacked my hands down on his chest as I began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as I watched him squirm, feeling the soaking wet and hot pussy working his cock without a condom. Dumb move, <<print $CC.name>>, but it was in the heat of the moment and too late now. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breeding')>>Really hot move, though. My hips jerked erratically, panting out as I came, thinking about him filling me with his cum. He chuckled and I gave a squeaking laugh back, "Likin' that cock, dear?" I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole.<</if>> I looked down over him, such a huge man, so powerless beneath me, I made long, decisive arches of my hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, I drove down. I watched him grunt and roll his hips -- about the only thing he could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> I slowed my motions, but kept them fluid. My upper arms framed and pushed my tits together, emphasizing the view. I was going to edge this fucker for as long as I could, the angle of my hips making sure he dragged and pressed right at my clit on the way out and pushed up at my g-spot on the way in. I was gunna cum my brains out before I let him off. "Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..." <br><br> <<speechPC>>"I knae. Sucks to be ye?"<</speechPC>> I growled back. He shook his head with a huge <<linkexpand "grin.">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> grin. <br><br> <<cumSpray mound3 pussy4 thighs3>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Sex God')>> It was fucking <<shake 10s>>//tantric//<</shake>>. My legs were jelly, my arms were constantly shaking and I couldn't feel my fingers and my toes by the time I knew it was either get him off or my legs would give out and I'd just be a deadweight on his chest. I can't tell you the number of times I came, knowing exactly how to control him and where all my buttons were, I was using him like a fucking flesh and blood dildo. <br><br> And then, with a quick one-two drops of my hips, he came. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a couple hours. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> full-sleep. <br><br> In the morning, I found we hadn't moved and our skin was sticking to each other in so many places. My body complained as I pulled myself off him and out of me, sliding awkwardly from him and off the bed. I stumbled, feet nearly failing me as I grabbed for my clothes and left the slumbering giant to himself. "Okay," I thought to myself as I wobbled out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Intercourse')>> "Ach. Come //on//" He must have said that...twenty times. Mostly it happened when I was cumming and the thrusting stopped. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But eventually, I couldn't resist myself and moved a bit too quick. I was close to what probably would have been my tenth or so hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed inside me. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a about an hour. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> full-sleep. <br><br> In the morning, I found we hadn't moved and our skin was sticking to each other in so many places. My body complained as I pulled myself off him and out of me, sliding awkwardly from him and off the bed. I stumbled, feet nearly failing me as I grabbed for my clothes and left the slumbering giant to himself. "Okay," I thought to myself as I wobbled out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Good Intercourse')>> "Ach. Come. //ON//!" He kept saying it. He yanked at the belt he was tied by as he watched me cumming and the thrusting stopped, leaving him wanting. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But I didn't quite have the control I needed, moved a bit too quick. I was close to what would have been my fifth hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed inside me. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for half an hour. Pretty decent for how worked up he was. And no wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> full-sleep. <br><br> In the morning, I found we hadn't moved and our skin was sticking to each other in so many places. My body complained as I pulled myself off him and out of me, sliding awkwardly from him and off the bed. I stumbled, feet nearly failing me as I grabbed for my clothes and left the slumbering giant to himself. "Okay," I thought to myself as I wobbled out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I grinned back, knowing I was going to draw this out and then my grin disappeared, lost as I realized he was cumming. "Ach. Come. On." I pouted, beginning to move my hips, grinding against him to try and urge out an orgasm before he was finished. I wished I had better insight into what set him off, but now it was too late. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up into me for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into me. I should have moved, but at this point, I figured it didn't matter. <br><br> I reached forward, he was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him. And then I yelped, his arms swinging out as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, as he thrust against me, I saw it had been only a few minutes. I sighed at my sexual inability, but he seemed happy enough. Unsurprising after how long he'd been teased and edged. "That was hot." He grunted with the last few flexes inside me, smacking my ass and pulling me against him, "Nae had a girl try that before. And rawdoggin'. Girl. Yer insane." <br><br> Then came the tap tap at my ass letting me know he was done and I pulled myself off him grabbing between my legs as I made the awkward wobble to the bathroom. It took more than a few tissues to soak it up well enough before I felt comfortable returning to the bedroom. He was already passed out, still fully dressed, cock laying lip against his shirt. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, my feet slightly sticking to the floor from cum that I had dripped, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- but not before jilling my semen-coated slit til I passed out, imagining what could have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- but not before jilling my semen-coated slit til I passed out, imagining what could have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> Right. And though it came at the cost of momentum and a bit of control, I took his direction to the sidetable and slid one on him right as I was sticking him inside me. I couldn't wait a moment longer. <br><br> I shoved my hips down roughly, taking him in a single stroke. "Ah!" It was a squeal of triumph<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and I smacked my hands down on his chest as I began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as I watched him squirm, feeling the soaking wet and hot pussy working his cock "Likin' that cock, dear?" I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. I looked down over him, such a huge man, so powerless beneath me, I made long, decisive arches of my hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, I drove down. I watched him grunt and roll his hips -- about the only thing he could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> I slowed my motions, but kept them fluid. My upper arms framed and pushed my tits together, emphasizing the view. I was going to edge this fucker for as long as I could, the angle of my hips making sure he dragged and pressed right at my clit on the way out and pushed up at my g-spot on the way in. I was gunna cum my brains out before I let him off. "Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..." <br><br> "I knae. Sucks to be ye?" I growled back. He shook his head with a huge <<linkexpand "grin.">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> grin. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Sex God')>> It was fucking <<shake 10s>>//tantric//<</shake>>. My legs were jelly, my arms were constantly shaking and I couldn't feel my fingers and my toes by the time I knew it was either get him off or my legs would give out and I'd just be a deadweight on his chest. I can't tell you the number of times I came, knowing exactly how to control him and where all my buttons were, I was using him like a fucking flesh and blood dildo. <br><br> And then, with a quick one-two drops of my hips, he came. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into the condom. I was glad he had it on, because even if I //wanted// to move right now, I didn't trust my body. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a couple hours. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> full-sleep. <br><br> In the morning, I found we hadn't moved and our skin was sticking to each other in so many places. My body complained as I pulled myself off him and out of me, sliding awkwardly from him and off the bed. I stumbled, feet nearly failing me as I grabbed for my clothes and left the slumbering giant to himself. "Okay," I thought to myself as I wobbled out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Intercourse')>> "Ach. Come //on//" He must have said that...twenty times. Mostly it happened when I was cumming and the thrusting stopped. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But eventually, I couldn't resist myself and moved a bit too quick. I was close to what probably would have been my tenth or so hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed up the condom for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out. I was glad for the condom because I don't know if I could have gotten off him in time. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for a about an hour. No wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> full-sleep. <br><br> In the morning, I found we hadn't moved and our skin was sticking to each other in so many places. My body complained as I pulled myself off him and out of me, sliding awkwardly from him and off the bed. I stumbled, feet nearly failing me as I grabbed for my clothes and left the slumbering giant to himself. "Okay," I thought to myself as I wobbled out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Good Intercourse')>> "Ach. Come. //ON//!" He kept saying it. He yanked at the belt he was tied by as he watched me cumming and the thrusting stopped, leaving him wanting. His hips worked up against me, but I ensured he wasn't getting much movement while another climax made my body buckle and twitch. But I didn't quite have the control I needed, moved a bit too quick. I was close to what would have been my fifth hard orgasm of the night, but it was cut short as he began to spew his seed. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my sweaty, silly-putty body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out into the condom. Thank god for it, because at this point, I didn't even trust my body to try. <br><br> I reached forward, nearly collapsing on him, thanks to the sweaty palms and his slick shirt. He was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him, seeing the red lines where he'd been struggling. And then I dropped down, in a blissful half-sleep as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, I'd been going for half an hour. Pretty decent for how worked up he was. And no wonder I was so tired and he was cumming so hard. That was the last thought I had before my half-sleep became <<linkexpand "full-sleep.">> full-sleep. <br><br> In the morning, I found we hadn't moved and our skin was sticking to each other in so many places. My body complained as I pulled myself off him and out of me, sliding awkwardly from him and off the bed. I stumbled, feet nearly failing me as I grabbed for my clothes and left the slumbering giant to himself. "Okay," I thought to myself as I wobbled out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> I grinned back, knowing I was going to draw this out and then my grin disappeared, lost as I realized he was cumming. "Ach. Come. On." I pouted, beginning to move my hips, grinding against him to try and urge out an orgasm before he was finished. I wished I had better insight into what set him off, but now it was too late. He was coughing he was cumming so hard, writhing beneath my body. His cock felt like it was hard as a diamond as it spewed for what felt like a solid minute. <<speechPC>>"There you go. You've been a good boy."<</speechPC>> I puffed out softly while I let him get his spunk out. Thank god for the condom. <br><br> I reached forward, he was still whining out and pushing his hips up against my crotch as I unlaced the belt and freed him. And then I yelped, his arms swinging out as he quickly grasped my ass and I felt him hold me still as he humped, continuing his own heavy orgasm as long as he could. He was so, so needy in that moment and it felt great. <br><br> Looking over at the clock, as he thrust against me, I saw it had been only a few minutes. I sighed at my sexual inability, but he seemed happy enough. Unsurprising after how long he'd been teased and edged. "That was hot." He grunted with the last few flexes inside me, smacking my ass and pulling me against him, "Nae had a girl try that before. And rawdoggin'. Girl. Yer insane." <br><br> Then came the tap tap at my ass letting me know he was done and I pulled myself off him grabbing between my legs as I made the trip to the bathroom. I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, still fully dressed, cock laying lip against his shirt. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- but not before jilling my slit til I passed out, imagining what could have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- but not before jilling my slit til I passed out, imagining what could have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Bondage')>> Tie __me__. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Bondage. <<contents>> <<dollRearView>> <<face ahego>> <<set $Stats.Kinks.pushUnique("Submission")>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Belt wrapped around a hand. */ He saw my gaze stayed soft. I felt the fond excitement of a guy taking control. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. "Get on the bed." I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. I knew what was coming, so I flipped my arms up over my head towards where he was about to loop and strap my wrists together with his own belt. <br><br> "Not yer first time..." It was a low growl more than a word. He pulled //tight// and my chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though my eyes quested for his, he ignored me, looking over my body and deciding what came next. <br><br> He took his time, leaving me there, the cold air flowing over my body and making me feel even more exposed. He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>"You don't need that..." It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, "Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te." He laughed. It //was// kind of hot that he was maintaining such control.<</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<link "wearing">><<upper>><<lower>><</link>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<else>>He tugged my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</if>> And then, ready to go, he pushed my thighs apart and climbed up and onto me, grabbing his base as he lined up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. <br><br> He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. "Ah!" I arched and bucked. It was a squeal of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his pubic bone, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped back, pleasure flooding my body and he smacked his hands down on my chest, gripping each tit, as he began to rock. <br><br> My eyes lidded, grinning slightly as he watched me squirm, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. "Likin' that cock, dear?" I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking up at him, he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he made long, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I gasped and rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress and making the belt really dig in at my wrists. "Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..." <br><br> "I knae. Sucks to be ye?" I growled back. He shook his head with a huge grin. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, "That was hot." <br><br> "Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life." I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, "Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is." <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, "That was hot." <br><br> "Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life." I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, "Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is." <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that wasn't long before I was lost in climax. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming too. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, "That was hot." <br><br> "Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life." I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, "Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is." <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. "Fuck. Y-yes. There." I was writhing and squealing underneath him, bucking and fighting my bonds as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking, I was whining out as my body complained nearing my peak. Sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> My heels pressed into his back, pulling him into me as he was cumming. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was receding as my chest heaved against his big hands. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers squeezing at my chest with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released my tits and grunted at me with a big smile, leaning up and unlacing the belt from my hands. I wrung my wrists slightly, feeling blood returning to my fingertips as he dismounted me and patted my inner thigh, "That was hot." <br><br> "Fuck, yeah it was." A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, "Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is." <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- jilling myself ''hard'' on the imaginging of what //could// have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- jilling myself ''hard'' on the imaginging of what //could// have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes('Breath play')>> Knowing it could cinch meant I could be breathless shortly. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't into Breath play. <<contents>> <<dollRearView>> <<face ahego>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> He saw my gaze stayed soft, I lifted my chin to bare my throat. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. He looped it around my neck suddenly, firmly and cinched closed. Loose, but the threat was there. "Get on the bed." I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. He pulled at the strap and my vision became red, my breathing stopped and he smiled as I tensed instinctively, mouth open. My hand grasping at his pant leg. <br><br> "Not yer first time..." It was a low growl more than a word. He pulled //tight// and my chin lifted in reaction to registering extra pressure as pain. Though my eyes quested for his, he ignored me, looking over my body and deciding what came next as he held the grip. <br><br> Then he slackened and I gasped out, coughing. Spots dotted what I saw as he left me there, the cold air flowing over my body and making me feel even more exposed. He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>"You don't need that..." It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, "Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te." He laughed.<</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<link "wearing">><<upper>><<lower>><</link>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<else>>He tugged my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</if>> And then, ready to go, he grabbed the belt again with one hand, my hip with the other and firmly flipped me on hands and knees. My head lifted as he began to pull tight in time with his mounting me. I grabbed at the headboard as my breaths became difficult and he was grabbing his base as he lined up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. <br><br> He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. I arched and bucked. Though I made no sound, it was a motion of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his sack, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and he smacked his hands down on my back, releasing the grip to let me breathe a moment as he began to rock. <br><br> My body thrust forward with his motion, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. I couldn't help but coo, "Likin' that cock, dear?" I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking back at him, he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he grasped the belt again and pulled. I couldn't breathe again and he was making firm, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress and making the belt buckle really dig in my throat. "Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..." I could feel the blood pulsing in my head. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, "That was hot." <br><br> "Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life." I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, "Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is." <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, "That was hot." <br><br> "Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life." I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, "Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is." <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that wasn't long before I was lost in climax. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm //and// the threat of death. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, "That was hot." <br><br> "Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life." I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, "Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is." <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. "Fuck. Y-yes. There." I thought, writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking. My body complained nearing my peak...and of the threat of death. Sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on the noose, letting me have my airflow as he leaned hard against me from behind. And instantly, the approaching peak dissipated. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was gone as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving playful tugs at the belt to clamp at my neck with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and unlacing the belt my neck. I rubbed where it had dug in, feeling the heat of where it had been, the potential for bruising, and my head throbbing as he dismounted me and patted my ass, "That was hot." <br><br> "Fuck, yeah it was." A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, "Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is." <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- jilling myself ''hard'' with the imagining of what //could// have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- jilling myself ''hard'' with the imagining of what //could// have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <<path>> We didn't need it. <<contents>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Belt crumpled on the floor beside a bed. */ <<face ahego>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<dollRearView>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> He saw my gaze stayed soft. He yanked the belt from my hand. The buckle bit and tugged roughly from my palm. It dropped to the floor, no longer needed. "Get on the bed." I did. He crawled up beside me -- it was a good mattress, so it made no noise -- just the two of us breathing excitedly as I laid back and watched him. <br><br> "Gorgeous." It was a low growl more than a word. Our eyes met intermittently as he looked over my body and deciding what came next. <br><br> He wandered over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and resumed his position on the bed. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>"You don't need that..." It was stupid, but I was horny and it was kind of a turnoff to see the prophylactic. <br><br> He shook his head, "Nae, dearie. Ye dinnae where I've been. And dinnae want te." He laughed.<</if>> <br><br> He worked his slacks off, his other hand caressing and grabbing at my body on display. It was a decent dick. Nothing notable in any direction. Absolutely serviceable. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, returning to me, now naked. He quickly stripped me of what I was <<link "wearing">><<upper>><<lower>><</link>>, making me yelp with each quick movement. <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">><<else>>He tugged my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> aggressively, feeling the band bite into my skin as he yanked.<</if>> And then, ready to go, he grabbed my hair with one hand, my hip with the other and firmly flipped me on hands and knees. My head arched uncomfortably as he began to pull tight in time with his mounting me. I grabbed at the headboard as I squeaked in surprise, feeling him lining up his member. I could barely feel the pressure amidst the wetness of my snatch. <br><br> He shoved his hips down roughly, taking me in a single stroke. I arched and bucked. "Ah!" A sharp noise and motion of being taken<<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> and completion. I'd been dying for that penetration for so long that it alone got me off. I ground my clit against his sack, cockhead pushing deep inside me as I extended the orgasm as long as I could<</if>>. I slumped forward, pleasure flooding my body and he pulled harder on my hair like a rein, his other hand smacking down on the small of my back. Then, he began to rock. <br><br> My body thrust forward with his motion, feeling the heat and hardness driving inside me. I couldn't help but coo, "Likin' that cock, dear?" I nodded as I gyrated on the pulsing pole. Looking back at him -- not an easy angle over my shoulder as my hair tugged at the root -- he was such a huge man, and I was so powerless beneath him. To emphasize that, he was making firm, decisive thrusts of his hips, drawing his cock almost completely out of me and then slowly sinking him back in. Right before full insertion, he shoved forward. I rolled my hips each time -- about the only thing I could do in this position -- if I had been worked up before this, I knew he was having difficulty too. <br><br> And like I read his mind, he slowed his motions, but kept them fluid. He leaned more into me, pressing me down on the mattress at the waist and making my spine ache with the pull of my hair. "Ach. Yer killin' me, <<print $CC.name>>..." He said it, but I was thinking it. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. Cumming on the very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body ontop of mine. I flicked my head to the side, feeling my hair splay freely as I panted. He dismounted me and patted my ass, "That was hot." <br><br> "Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life." I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, "Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is." <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Quick Orgasms')>> And I was off to the races. I felt the build from his very next stroke. His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body ontop of mine. I flicked my head to the side, feeling my hair splay freely as I panted. He dismounted me and patted my ass, "That was hot." <br><br> "Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life." I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, "Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is." <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. I was writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that it felt like it was just one, long cresting orgasm as he shoved his dick inside me again and again, pushing my rise onward. My legs were quaking. My body complained about being unable to take this extended orgasm. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. My own power-orgasm finally beginning to recede and give me some control of my body back as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body ontop of mine. I flicked my head to the side, feeling my hair splay freely as I panted. He dismounted me and patted my ass, "That was hot." <br><br> "Fuck, yeah it was. Maybe the hardest I've cummed in my life." I laughed, shaking my head as I was still delirious. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, "Me too. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is." <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <<else>> His cock drove to the buttons deep inside me and his hip's angle stroked right across my clit. "Fuck. Y-yes. There." I thought, writhing underneath him, bucking like a lassoed horse as my vision exploded into a haze of dots and this heaving form over me. <br><br> I had needed this so much that I was surprised at how fast the orgasm was coming. My legs were quaking. My body complained nearing my peak...sadly, he was as needy as I was. <br><br> He lost grip on my mane, my head flicking forward in surprise as he leaned hard against me from behind. And instantly, the approaching peak dissipated. I was trying to move and get my own to happen, but it was gone as my chest heaved against the bed. He was coughing as he blew his load for what felt like forever, fingers giving shoves down on my back with each pump of his cock, hips bearing down painfully against my crotch as he emptied himself into the condom. <br><br> Finishing, he released me and grunted, leaning up and relieving the pressure of his body ontop of mine. I flicked my head to the side, feeling my hair splay freely as I panted. He dismounted me and patted my ass, "That was hot." <br><br> "Fuck, yeah it was." A kind of lie, but necessary. It //was// hot, just wish he had lasted a bit longer. <br><br> I hopped off the bed and headed over to the bathroom as he deposited the condom and slumped back onto the bed, "Never came that hard ever. Should feel how heavy this fuckin' thing is." <br><br> I peed, did a light wash up and then returned to the bedroom. He was already passed out, over the covers, cock laying lip against thigh. "Okay," I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bedroom, clutching my things to my half-naked and fully-fucked body, "I don't think poking around his place...right now...would be a great idea." Where would I look? What if he caught me? What was I even looking for? <<vCardCheck "Callum" M "Callum, on my first night at the club">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- jilling myself ''hard'' with the imagining of what //could// have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> So I left my number on his kitchen island before heading back home to sleep -- jilling myself ''hard'' with the imagining of what //could// have been -- and knew that a call from him wouldn't be long after //that// [[night|HomeBase]]. <br><br> <</if>> <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<<set $clubJob = "bar">> <<set $employedZZYZX = true>> <<Stats Stable ++>> It sounded like the perfect fit: everyone made their way to the bar when they came to the club. People would want to talk to me. I wouldn't have to spend any extra time with anyone I didn't want to because there were always drinks to be made. While it wouldn't let me get up-close-and-personal, it would allow me a way to rapidly assess who might be important or interesting. And, I might overhear things. <br><br> "Okay. Follow me." The little lady who reminded me somewhat of Edna Mode brought me down the hallway, giving a shoulder to the supply closet door and began picking through cardboard boxes. She pulled out black, lycra articles and lazily held them up in front of me, giving a quick eye over before discarding and trying another. Eventually, she had determined what would be the best fit. With that material, I doubted that much of the decision mattered. It'd stretch to cover or not cover whatever it was intended to, give or take. "Get some shoes to go with this. They can't see them often, but don't go wearing some shitty sneakers." I wasn't sure if that was a comment about what I was wearing or an experience she was recalling. <br><br> "Yeah, of course." The scant cloth hung from my fingers, reiterating to me how little their bartenders wore. That I'd be wearing. <br><br> "I can swing you a shift...tomorrow at the soonest. That okay? You're not going to be kicked out of...wherever you're staying?" We were moving back towards the main club space with intention -- she had things to do. <br><br> "No, no that's fine. I'll be here." Good, little eager new-employee energy. <br><br> "It'll be training on the fly, if you haven't done this before. Tips you get are tips you earn. It can get a little aggressive behind the bar, just...so you know." She smiled wryly. She certainly enjoyed watching the catfighting over the cashflow and wasn't going to do anything to alleviate cut-throat behavior. <br><br> "Sounds good to me." She raised an eyebrow, not believing it actually sounded good, but it added to my need for the job, some desperation, which seemed in line with her expectations. <br><br> "Good. Now get out of here, I've got a club to run." I don't know if the sounds that spluttered from my mouth were a word or response, surprised at my summary dismissal, but she was off and didn't want anything to do with me anymore. Then, barely within earshot over her shoulder and at my retreating form, "And never call me //that// again." <br><br><br> I wouldn't. <br><br> So, no employment forms, no ID or other documentation. That was a good thing. It made all of this easy. But it also made me wonder if I'd be receiving a paycheck weekly, biweekly -- but why did that matter, I was an agent. I had the cash I needed. But they did need to //believe// I was paycheck-to-paycheck. So, note to self that I keep on Tao about a paycheck as soon as it seemed appropriate. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Inventory">> I tossed my new pair of 'underwear' on my bed at the RedDoorz, snapped a quick text off while I had WiFi, <<call>>"Hired: Bar girl at the club. Lady named Tao seems in charge,"<</call>> and then headed out to the nearby mall to acquire some appropriate footwear. <br><br> Returning an hour later, I had gotten a response: <<call "EROS">>"Good news. Apprise with any new details."<</call>> I wondered who was on the other end of the messages. I wondered if there was some sort of short-hand, rules of communication that I would need to abide by. But they hadn't said anything. I'd just...play it safe? <br><br> The rest of the evening I spent using a hairdryer, some of my makeup, <<if $Inventory.includes("Dildo") || $Inventory.includes("Vibrator")>>my personal pleasure device,<</if>> and my toothbrush cup as fake bottles. YouTube was a massive resource for bartenders and while I was doing some memorization of what went into certain drinks, mostly I was trying to get some flair with how I was going to pour. I didn't want to look like a complete dope. <br><br> It took me a while to get to sleep. My mind was racing with anticipation and excitement. This was going to be a new experience for me in so many ways. I ran through fake scenarios in my head of different ways to interact with agents of evil, envisioning myself scanning the crowd and uncovering his network, of leaning casually on the bartop to eavesdrop. It was all silly, but I had no frame of reference for anything else. <br><br> When I did sleep, I dreamt of being behind that bar, but when I caught my reflection, it wasn't me. It was my [[Mom|HomeBase]].
<<set $clubJob = "dance">> <<set $employedZZYZX = true>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> It sounded like the perfect fit: I'd have a bird's-eye view of the whole area. I'd see the comings and goings. I'd have access to the back rooms and hallways. And I'd be center stage, literally. People would know me and I'd have clout and attention, whenever I needed to leverage it. There was the question of how I'd manage just striking up a conversation as just a 'dancer', but I'd figure it out. <br><br> "Okay. Follow me." The little lady who reminded me somewhat of Edna Mode brought me down the hallway, giving a shoulder to the dressing room. No knock, no warning. No privacy. And the girls, despite many of them being mostly naked, didn't seem to care or notice, continuing on their conversation as if nothing was happening. It was a gaggle of tits and (almost) unanimously hairless pussies. Some of them were reclining casually, some of them were in the midst of applying glitter and other kinds of rave-like makeup. A few of them were wearing underwear. "Makeup like their's," a jabbed finger at two of them, "Outfits like..." cursory shake of her hand at half a dozen skimpy outfits that were draped over chairs and vanities. Very Go-Go. High boots, stockings and fishnets, hotpants and tops that clutched to breasts. Stripper-lite. <br><br> The door shut and we were turning quickly back the way we'd come. "Yeah, I can do that." <br><br> She gave me side-eye, "You've got that //with// you?" I shook my head. She laughed in triumph rather than humor. "Right. Outfit is on you, no...stipend of that kind of thing. I can swing you a shift...tomorrow at the soonest. That okay? You're not going to be kicked out of...wherever you're staying?" We were moving back towards the main club space with intention -- she had things to do. <br><br> "No, no that's fine. I'll be here." Good, little eager new-employee energy. <br><br> "You might be able to get some guidance from the girls, but I'm guessing you have danced before. Some men may tip you after your dance -- this isn't a strip club -- but otherwise, don't expect cash-in-hand every night." There was a twist to the way she had said 'may tip' which implied to me there was a bit more 'strip club' than she let on. At least in the VIP, backroom kind of way. <br><br> "Sounds good to me." She raised an eyebrow, not believing it actually sounded good, but it added to my need for the job, some desperation, which seemed in line with her expectations. <br><br> "Good. Now get out of here, I've got a club to run." I don't know if the sounds that spluttered from my mouth were a word or response, surprised at my summary dismissal, but she was off and didn't want anything to do with me anymore. Then, barely within earshot over her shoulder and at my retreating form, "And never call me //that// again." <br><br><br> I wouldn't. <br><br> So, no employment forms, no ID or other documentation. That was a good thing. It made all of this easy. But it also made me wonder if I'd be receiving a paycheck weekly, biweekly -- but why did that matter, I was an agent. I had the cash I needed. But they did need to //believe// I was paycheck-to-paycheck. So, note to self that I keep on Tao about a paycheck as soon as it seemed appropriate. <br><br> Rather than swing back to home base, I headed out to the nearby mall to grab what I needed. Putting together my bespoke club dance-girl outfit felt like a grab-bag of things that I kept trying to make work. I would be in one changing room trying a top on with bottoms from somewhere else and realize I liked the top better than the bottoms and had to go back and return them. And it got worse when I added in more factors like accessories and footwear. The makeup I saved for last, using the palette of colors and tones from the assembled wear as a guideline. <br><br> A few hours later, I finally was back home, exhausted. I snapped a quick text off now that I had WiFi, <<call>>"Hired: Dancer at the club. Lady named Tao seems in charge."<</call>> An almost instant response: <<call "EROS">>"Good news. Apprise with any new details."<</call>> I wondered who was on the other end of the messages. I wondered if there was some sort of short-hand, rules of communication that I would need to abide by. But they hadn't said anything. I'd just...play it safe? <br><br> The rest of the evening I spent doing makeup tutorials on YouTube and trying different applications. When I let my skin rest, I stretched and did more yoga than I'd done in a while. I wanted to be limber and ready to go. I wasn't about to pull something my first time on stage and look a dope. <br><br> It took me a while to get to sleep. My mind was racing with anticipation and excitement. This was going to be a new experience for me in so many ways. I ran through fake scenarios in my head of different ways to interact with agents of evil, envisioning myself scanning the crowd and uncovering his network, of eavesdropping some critical intel while holding a split. It was all silly, but I had no frame of reference for anything else. <br><br> When I did sleep, I dreamt of being up on that stage, but when I caught my reflection, it wasn't me. It was my [[Mom|HomeBase]].
<<set $clubJob = "whore">> <<set $employedZZYZX = true>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> I couldn't believe I was making this decision, but between the opportunities it gave me, plus Tao's reticence for many other options, I'd be joining the ranks of actual sex workers. I wondered if this is what EROS had in mind, if they'd approve, applaud, or what. <br><br> Tao seemed surprised too, giving me another appraising look, "Okay then. You //know// what I'm saying, right?" I nodded. She hmm'd softly, then returned the nod. "Brave girl. Just going to say that you're going to be..." a momentary thought, "maybe the only one who's working of her own accord. I'd probably keep that to yourself." She guided me away from the back hallways and into the main space -- she had things to do and now that the 'hiring' was complete, she could return to them. "You'll have protection, clearly," motioning around at the muscle-bound men, "and the crew seems to be pretty tight-knit. Still, you need to be your own eyes, ears, and brain. I'll find you at the end of the night for the club's cut. Sound good?" She was flipping through a spiral-bound notebook. I couldn't see what was on it and she was doing it with skill and experience. Quick. Efficient. <br><br> "Yeah, I get it." A tilt of her head that spoke of her opinion of the work and me jumping into it like this. But it added to my desperation, my //need// for a job. <br><br> "Good. I'll let the girls know to expect you...tomorrow?," there was an open tone to the word that implied she expected me to ghost, "Wear what you want. It's your job to attract clients. Otherwise, just don't fuck up the night for anyone, yeah?" I nodded, "Good. Now get out of here, I've got a club to run." I don't know if the sounds that spluttered from my mouth were a word or response, surprised at my summary dismissal, but she was off and didn't want anything to do with me anymore. Then, barely within earshot over her shoulder and at my retreating form, "And never call me //that// again." <br><br><br> I wouldn't. <br><br> So, no employment forms, no ID or other documentation. Made sense for a call-girl? Escort? Prostitute? Whore? My throat tensed as I considered those epithets. They now would apply to me. Not some good-natured chiding or bullshit posturing from some girl. It was a label that was ''true''. Still, Tao seemed like she had little belief in me doing the thing at all. So there was still the opportunity to avoid this completely. EROS wouldn't approve of //that//, I knew. <br><br> I headed back to 'home base,' fluttering because I had gotten a job, an in, but also a bit deflated in self-worth now that I knew what the job actually would be. I snapped a quick text off now that I had WiFi, <<call>>"Hired: Working girl at the club,"<</call>> it was the kindest way to put it, I decided, <<call>>"Lady named Tao seems in charge."<</call>> An almost instant response: <<call "EROS">>"Good news. Apprise with any new details."<</call>> Wow. Approval. Cut-throat bitches, these EROS types. I wondered who was on the other end of the messages. I wondered if there was some sort of short-hand, rules of communication that I would need to abide by. But they hadn't said anything. I'd just...play it safe? <br><br> The rest of the evening I spent everything I could to distract myself from what I had agreed to do. My whole world-view of sex was going to change quickly, instantly, irreparably. A simple desire and exchange of money would mean that I'd be putting out for people. Attraction be damned. <br><br> It took me a while to get to sleep. My mind was racing with anticipation and excitement. This was going to be a new experience for me in so many ways. I ran through fake scenarios in my head of different ways to interact with agents of evil, envisioning myself scanning the crowd and uncovering his network, of eavesdropping some critical intel while holding a split. Seeing something in their clothes when they took them off, or hearing something during pillow talk. True honeytrap shit. But was being a 'prostitute' a honeytrap? <br><br> When I did sleep, I dreamt of being pulled aside...into alleys or back to a hotel room with some face-less men, but when I caught my reflection, it wasn't me. It was my [[Mom|HomeBase]].
<<set $M2.visitedClubJobDay1 = true>> <div id="job1"> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> Welp. It was time. I'd gotten my foot in the door and it was time to be the agent I was supposed to be: go undercover and suss out the bad guy from //within// his operation. The turnaround was just ''so'' fast, I felt out of my depth...and being a fucking //whore//. <<if $Stats.Traits['Stable'].value lt 2>>Tears streamed down my face, making me redo my makeup multiple times. I felt dirty and I hadn't even done anything. What was I thinking?<<else>>I felt a flutter in my chest. Anxiety and fear, a panic attack that I was just keeping at bay. Thoughts of my dirtiness kept surfacing and I had to quash them. What was I thinking?<</if>> But here I was. The mission needed to be a success and this was my way in. <br><br> Make-up finally ready, I had to figure out what I was going to wear. What was a girl selling her body supposed to put on? Did I want to be enticing or subtle? How much attention did I want to be getting? How much did I really //want// to be getting paid and laid? <br><br> Irrespective, I did need to get <<link "dressed">><<showDossier wardrobe>><</link>>. <br><br> Okay. I guess that was it. I did a few more looks in the mirror that threatened to fall off the door. Maybe I was delaying the inevitable or improving how it all looked. Final looks. The word 'final' entering my mind had a panic attack cresting again, so before I broke down, I headed <<linkexpand "out the door.">> out the door. <br><br> A brand-spanking-new sex worker left the RedDoorz and off to my place of 'employment'. Bitch at the front desk didn't lift her nose -- but she'd ignored me just like everyone else since that first day. I wondered how many others staying there were selling their bodies. If I had told FDB (front desk bitch), would she even bat an eye? <br><br><br> I'd walked these streets a few times at this point, but this time they had a different air to them. Today's trip felt more personal, more like I belonged. Now that I had a job, I worked and lived down here...it was kind of like a new home. And that both felt centering and crazy. It was not what I imagined for myself when I was growing up. This was not the life I had expected to live. Would this life continue on past this mission? Would I go back to some form of normalcy and one of the versions of my future self that I //had// imagined before? <br><br> Now I was noticing the other people going about their business. Also heading to work. I'd completely blocked them out before as unimportant, just a backdrop. But now I was part of that painting, so //now// it was foreground. I was one of them. I was so different from all of them. They felt run-down, no prospects, no hope. They felt from here, and I stood out as clearly American. <br><br> They didn't pay me any attention, though. To them, I was background? <br><br><br> My reverie stopped as I got to the club, Karl wasn't at the door and whoever was didn't even look me over. Did he know I was here to work? I had been given a hard time before, but open door policy now...weird. <br><br> And inside was the same bustling as when I got hired. Barbacks stocking, bartenders -- not yet in their outfits -- prepping, a cleaning crew doing their damnedest to make a dent in the accumulation of dirt, spilled drinks, sweat and grime. I noticed Tao with one of her checklists, but she didn't pay me mind either. So, no onboarding, just...get to work, I guess. <br><br> I didn't see any of the other girls, or at least no one stood out as being one of the 'put-out patrol'. I bit my lip, considering the thrumming machine that was the club preparing for the night. Was I too early? Where were the other girls? <br><br> "You early." Tao was behind me, quiet (until those words) like a ninja. If she had wanted me dead, call me a corpse, "All this cock--" she pointed around. Barring the errant bouncer, the few men that //were// present at the moment were either likely underage (was that a thing here?) barbacks or overage cleaning crew, "Off-limits." <br><br> "Right. Yeah, I just noticed. And...of course." I head dipping with a serious nod to let her know I would never consider any staff as prospects, "I just figured early is on-time. Ya know?" <br><br> "For the guys with you? Earlier the better." A caustic laugh and she was gone, flipping through her little notebook. <br><br> Either she wasn't a fan of my class of 'employee' or she enjoyed making me feel bad about it. I didn't need shame. I was sure I'd get enough of that later. <br><br> Well, I wasn't going to walk back to...walk back here. I dropped myself onto one of the couches that seemed to be the 'whore-rea' and spent the time that I had watching how this place worked. <br><br> The bargirls were getting their stations ready. The barbacks helping them get stocked and prepped for the evening. One by one, the girls went to go get changed -- it looked like in a store room in the back hallway -- and came out with their body on parade. Interesting, they probably looked more whorish and available than I did. Maybe as a kind of cover and protection of us? Or maybe because all the girls were selling themselves and their bodies in one way or another. <br><br> The lights began to dim, I felt the AC kick on //hard//, and heard the hum that preceded the rise in haze across the floor. <br><br> A booth, elevated adjacent and above the dance floor, was now occupied by the DJ -- a spiked-hair guy who was wearing sunglasses inside, at night -- who began by assaulting my ears with an erratic flipping through tracks. I guess he hadn't prepared his set list or had decided that __now__ was the appropriate time to change things up. Whatever it was, I couldn't wait for it to end. <br><br> Then the parade of dancers. Unlike the bartenders who had a 'uniform' to reveal and offer their bodies, these girls seemed to have a bit more control and personal style to the same display. You could essentially see every inch of them, but there was an extra sexiness that came with the character they brought with their ensemble. Miniskirts, hotshorts, super-tight and super-low rise pants; boots, sneakers, heels; croptops, halters, bikini tops -- it ran the gamut, but still, they looked far more 'whorish' than I did, or any of the girls who were now joining me on the couches. At least in my opinion. <br><br> The workers had assembled. My first night was about to begin. <br><br> <<crossroads #job1>> <<path $Memories.includes("Knows Tara")>> Go find Tara. Could be a touchstone and guardian for me. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't know Tara. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Tara.rel ++>> Those green eyes were hard to miss, even in the dim light. They were especially striking given that they looked extra-special on her: her mahogany complexion, raven hair and eastern features all spoke of a woman who would greet you with a black or brown set, not the jade that would have been uncanny even on a white girl from Ireland. "Hey." I settled on the couch next to her as if it were just the two of us, roomies, at home. It was a weird, relaxed attitude to take with what was going on. <br><br> "Oh hey!" She grinned, turning her upper body to take me in, an elbow shifting up onto the back of the couch as she rested her head against it, flicking her hair free and away behind her. And then the confusion set in, "Wait. Are you..." <br><br> "Yeah." A tight-toothed smile and slight shrug were all I could offer. I knew from before that //this// was exactly what she was warning me against. Yet here I was, "I didn't //not// listen to you." <br><br> "Looks like you did exactly that." <br><br> My shoulders turned to mirror hers, "No, no, it's--" I couldn't tell her why. Not really. "A long story. I didn't have like, any options." <br><br> "Yeah. I said that. This is the trap. And now, well...I'm not chewing your foot free." She sighed, looking off as the potential johns began to filter into the club. They eyed us down like prey, the couches the vice that wouldn't let us get away. <br><br> "I'll explain." <br><br> Another sigh. It was deep, labored, and pregnant with something emotional, "You don't need to. //I// need to make sure you don't get gobbled up.," She stood decisively, flicking her fingertips at me with a 'come on' gesture, "Let's [[dance|M002 - D1WhorePrep]]." <<path>> See if I could make some connections with the girls. We're stronger as a pack. <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Tara")>> <<set $People['AI'].Tara.rel -->> They were all so pretty. But even in the dim light I could tell that youth or beauty didn't hide their haggardness. Their souls seemed to hang loose on them as if holding on by fingertips, threatening to slip free at any moment. <br><br> Beyond my soul's firm attachment, I still stood out like a sore thumb. I was so, //so// clearly Western. So blatantly American. <<if $Body.age is -2>>And despite their youth, I was younger.<<elseif $Body.age is -1>>Though I was about their age.<<elseif $Body.age is 0>>And older than any of them. Barring Tara, who had me by a good margin.<<else>>So much older than any of them. Barring Tara.<</if>> Most decisively, though: new. Fresh, 'unspoiled', and novel. <br><br> I scooted my ass over to the nearest one, lost in the glow of her phone. Didn't seem like the best approach to //be// approached. "Hey." Nothing. I repeated myself, "Hey." I wondered it if was purposeful or not. I tried a third time. <br><br> "Hm?" Her lips tightened. Her tired eyes flicked from her screen to me and immediately back. <br><br> "Oh uh, sorry. I'm--" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." I looked up. Those green eyes were unmistakable. They were especially striking given that they looked extra-special on her: her mahogany complexion, raven hair and eastern features all spoke of a woman who would greet you with a black or brown set, not the jade that would have been uncanny even on a white girl from Ireland. "Hey. What are //you// doing." Her hands were on her hips and she was looking down her nose at me pointedly. <br><br> "Yeah." A tight-toothed smile and slight shrug were all I could offer. I knew from before that //this// was exactly what she was warning me against. Yet here I was, "I didn't //not// listen to you." <br><br> "Looks like you did exactly that." <br><br> I considered turning away from the one girl (who must have been massively uncomfortable right then, if she was aware), "No, no, it's--" I couldn't tell Tara why. Not really. "A long story. I didn't have like, any options." <br><br> "Yeah. I said that. This is the trap. And now, well...I'm not chewing your foot free." She sighed, looking off as the potential johns began to filter into the club. They eyed us down like prey, the couches the vice that wouldn't let us get away. <br><br> "I'll explain." <br><br> Another sigh. It was deep, labored, and pregnant with something emotional, "You don't need to. //I// need to make sure you don't get gobbled up.," Her hands left her hips and she flicked her fingertips at me with a 'come on' gesture, "Let's dance." <br><br> <<crossroads #job1>> <<path>> "It's okay, I'll stay here." <<contents>> <<set $People['AI'].Tara.rel -->> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Social -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> "Fine. Go get fucked." And she was gone. <br><br> Laughing uncomfortably, I turned back to the other girl, "Ha. What's up with--" The girl was gone, too. <br><br> A tightness formed in my throat. It was hard to swallow. <br><br> I found another girl and tried with her, but before I could open my mouth and get the constricted sounds free, she glanced at me hard, "What are you doing?" <br><br> "Uh." <br><br> "I don't know what you're thinking, but this isn't some social clique. So stop with the social-hour bullshit." <br><br> I nodded, blinking back tears as I scooted away, spacing myself like the other girls seemed to be situated. <br><br> No pack it is. Just [[offerings|M002 - D1Whore]]. <<path>> "Okay." <<contents>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> I got up, "[[Okay|M002 - D1WhorePrep]]." <</crossroads>> <<else>> They were all so pretty. But even in the dim light I could tell that youth or beauty didn't hide their haggardness. Their souls seemed to hang loose on them as if holding on by fingertips, threatening to slip free at any moment. <br><br> Beyond my soul's firm attachment, I still stood out like a sore thumb. I was so, //so// clearly Western. So blatantly American. <<if $Body.age is -2>>And despite their youth, I was younger.<<elseif $Body.age is -1 >>Though I was about their age.<<elseif $Body.age is 0>>And older than any of them. Barring one (as far as I could tell), who had me by a good margin.<<else>>So much older than any of them. Barring <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Tara")>>Tara<<else>>one, as far as I could tell<</if>>.<</if>> Most decisively, though: new. Fresh, 'unspoiled', and novel. <br><br> I scooted my ass over to the nearest one, lost in the glow of her phone. Didn't seem like the best approach to //be// approached. "Hey." Nothing. I repeated myself, "Hey." I wondered it if was purposeful or not. I tried a third time. <br><br> "Hm?" Her lips tightened. Her tired eyes flicked from her screen to me and immediately back. <br><br> "Oh uh, sorry. I'm <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "Nice to meet ya." I startled. It came from a woman standing in front of me, a hand offered kindly. Her eyes were piercingly green. They were especially striking given that they looked extra-special on her: her mahogany complexion, raven hair and eastern features all spoke of a woman who would greet you with a black or brown set, not the jade that would have been uncanny even on a white girl from Ireland. "Tara." Her hand remained outstretched, waiting for me to take it. <br><br> <<crossroads #job1>> <<path>> Finally. A friendly. Even if she was older than any of us by a half-decade or so. <<contents>> <<set $People['AI'].Tara.rel ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> I smiled, taking her hand, "You too." <br><br> She dropped beside me and I tensed -- she was about to sit on the other girl -- oh, she was gone. "Hey." She settled on the couch next to me as if it were just the two of us, roomies, at home. It was a weird, relaxed attitude to take with what was going on. <br><br> "Uh. Hi?" I was flustered, to say the least. <br><br> "Looked like you could use a friend. And none of them--" she gestured broadly, taking in not just the other girls, but also the other employees, the clientele. The whole shebang. "Are going to be that for you." <br><br> "Yeah, I was getting that sense." <br><br> "But me? I've been through the wringer and back. And everyone needs a little help." Her palms extended towards me, "Not that I think //you// need it. Just. Well, I wish I had someone like me." <br><br> "Hah. Thanks." I couldn't help but smile. She was a riot. And kind. <br><br> "First bit of advice is not to have joined us here. But, too late for that." She hmmed. Then stood decisively, "So next bit of advice," flicking her fingertips at me with a 'come on' gesture, "Let's [[dance|M002 - D1WhorePrep]]." <<path>> Why was this old engaging with me. She was on her way out to pasture. I needed girls like //me//. <<contents>> <<set $People['AI'].Tara.rel -->> <<Stats Social ++>> I smiled, but left her hanging, "You too." <br><br> My head began to turn back to the other girl when she practically barked, "Fine. Go get fucked." And she was gone. <br><br> Laughing uncomfortably, I turned back to the other girl, "Ha. What's up with--" The girl was gone, too. <br><br> A tightness formed in my throat. It was hard to swallow. <br><br> I found another girl and tried with her, but before I could open my mouth and get the constricted sounds free, she glanced at me hard, "What are you doing?" <br><br> "Uh." <br><br> "I don't know what you're thinking, but this isn't some social clique. So stop with the social-hour bullshit." <br><br> I nodded, blinking back tears as I scooted away, spacing myself like the other girls seemed to be situated. <br><br> No pack it is. Just [[offerings|M002 - D1Whore]]. <</crossroads>> <</if>> <<path>> No need to waste time. It was obvious what I needed to do. So... <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> ...[[do it|M002 - D1Whore]]. <</crossroads>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $clubJob == "dance">> <<set $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel = 0>> <<set $People['AI'].Sakura.rel = 0>> <<set $People['AI'].Euji.rel = 0>> <<set $People['AI'].Lori.rel = 0>> <<set $People['AI'].Anika.rel = 0>> <<set $People['AI'].Daxa.rel = 0>> Welp. It was time. I'd gotten my foot in the door and it was time to be the agent I was supposed to be: go undercover and suss out the bad guy from //within// his operation. The turnaround was just ''so'' fast, I felt out of my depth...and after trying on the outfit in front of the mirror a few times, <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 0>>I knew I'd get a lot of attention for what they expected us to wear, but it was still going from zero to 60 incredibly quickly.<<else>>I'd be revealing __so__ much of myself every night I went in to work. It felt practically like being a stripper and I hadn't really prepared for something like that when coming here.<</if>> But! It is what it is and I couldn't back out now. I put on my big girl pants and tucked the 'dancer' clothes into a small bag, heading out of the RedDoorz and off to my place of employment. Bitch at the front desk didn't lift her nose -- but she'd ignored me just like everyone else since that first day. <br><br> I'd walked these streets a few times at this point, but this time they had a different air to them. Today's trip felt more personal, more like I belonged. Now that I had a job, I worked and lived down here...it was kind of like a new home. And that both felt centering and crazy. It was not what I imagined for myself when I was growing up. This was not the life I had expected to live. Would this life continue on past this mission? Would I go back to some form of normalcy and one of the versions of my future self that I //had// imagined before? <br><br> Now I was noticing the other people going about their business. Also heading to work. I'd completely blocked them out before as unimportant, just a backdrop. But now I was part of that painting, so //now// it was foreground. I was one of them. I was so different from all of them. They felt run-down, no prospects, no hope. They felt from here, and I stood out as clearly American. <br><br> They didn't pay me any attention, though. To them, I was background? <br><br><br> My reverie stopped as I got to the club, Karl wasn't at the door and whoever was didn't even look me over. Did he know I was here to work? I had been given a hard time before, but open door policy now...weird. <br><br> And inside was the same bustling as when I got hired. Barbacks stocking, bartenders -- not yet in their outfits -- prepping, a cleaning crew doing their damnedest to make a dent in the accumulation of dirt, spilled drinks, sweat and grime. I noticed Tao with one of her checklists, but she didn't pay me mind either. So, no onboarding, just...get to work, I guess. <br><br> Down the hallway, I opened the door to the <<link "dressing room">><<replace "#job1">> A stack of small lockers was against one wall right as I came in. A few of the girls perked up at my entrance, but no one said anything. Whether or not they were watching me, I couldn't check, but I felt it as I approached the metal storage unit and assessed any that I could get into. <br><br> Hm. No locks. Interesting. Concerning? And no other identifying marks, so, I might open one and find literally anything, empty or taken. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<set $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel ++>> Something about the ambient light catching through the swiss-cheese holes in the steel, I made a quick choice for one over another and luckily, found it to be empty. I took out my make-up kit and outfit from my bag before pushing my things, phone included (would it get stolen?), into the encasement and shut the panel. <<else>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<set $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel -->> <<set $People['AI'].Sakura.rel -->> I couldn't tell, so I just grabbed one tab and tugged. Nope. "That's my shit. Out of there!" I had the sense I was about to have a shoe thrown at my head. I shut it quickly, nearly catching my finger in the door. Hairs raised on the back of my neck as I carefully tried to make my next decision, "Fuckin new girl." She continued. A rabble of resentment and agreement. A wave of whispers and murmuring that I tried to ignore as I found an empty one. Thank god. I took out my make-up kit and outfit from my bag before pushing my things, phone included (would it get stolen?), into the encasement and shut the panel. <</if>> <br><br> Turning back around, <<if $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel is 1>>they were all in their own worlds. Little bits of idle chatter, stripping their clothes off, putting make-up on.<<else>>I was getting more glares than smiles. I didn't feel welcome and I think that was the point. My simple arrival had stopped them from their idle chatter, make-up application, stripping out of their street clothes. Oh boy.<</if>> Playing it as easy and comfortably as I could, I slid over to an empty stool, laid out my things on the empty vanity and clicked on the lights. <br><br> "What's your name?" The girl next to me, tits out, had swiveled to look at me with a broad smile. She was a gazelle of a girl with long limbs, an olive complexion that spoke of a lot of time in the sun, and despite her Asian-features, the accent placed her as from an Aussie or Kiwi. So a foreigner. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "Lori. Noice to meetcha." The accent was thick, unmistakable to the point of almost laughability. Her auburn hair nested ontop of her head, her tits incredibly perky -- they were small -- but hardly moved when she did, leaning over to whisper, "Yah, they're a bit sceery. They'll get ovah it." She smacked her hand a couple times on my thigh, "Welcome!" <br><br> "You too. How long you been working here?" <br><br> A wobble of the head, "Half a yeer, give er take." <br><br> "Like it?" <br><br> "It's fun. Easy. First time?" I nodded, unpacking my mascara and foundation and beginning to apply -- she was finishing off her applique so I followed suit, "That's cool. Not the nicest places to work, gotta keep yer head on." <br><br> "Yeah, kind of figured. Neighborhood and just, like, general vibe." She laughed and nodded. I could tell the other girls were not too keen on the developing kinship. <br><br> "Euji." Slight consipiratorial whisper had returned. She made eyes over at a boxier, but //fit// girl in the corner with an dyed undercut-bob. "Anika," a head tilt pointed out a light-skinned girl with resplendent and long chestnut hair and piercings aplenty. "Sakura," the one who had been making the most aggressive gestures and reactions to me, she didn't have any notable features if I had to pick her out of a crowd, but her energy wouldn't let me ignore her. "And Daxa," the last of them. She was the most buxom <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>, except for me, <</if>> and had a fuller figure than the others. "So...that's the girls. Only three stands out there, so we'll take turns -- nobody's dancin' the whole night through. Not quite slave-drivahs here. Get dressed!" She smacked my ass. <br><br> Lifting up, I began to strip down. It was weird to be the only one clothed and the last one to be taking them off, like //I// was invading //their// space. But still, they came <<link "off">><<outfit naked>><</link>>. Following Lori's lead, I collected my discarded clothing on the vanity, though mine was less crumpled than hers. Avoiding wrinkles and whatnot. By the time I was done, though, I knew I was almost at the buzzer. The other girls, Lori included, were almost done getting dressed and were doing it with a frenetic and focused energy that told me I was about to be last...and late. <br><br> Grabbing my outfit, I tried to <<link "catch up">><<replace "#job1">> <<outfit gogo>> My fingers tugged at the elastic bands at my asscheeks, snapping it a bit further out than it naturally wanted to sit -- ass out from moment one probably wasn't the right look. Then slid my fingers along the banding near my crotch and pulled at where the one-piece clung to my chest. Shit, exposed while being clothed. What a sensation. <br><br> "Ooh. Look atcha." Lori nodded, checking me out. The others had a mix of bikini-like pieces, hot shorts, miniskirts, and Lori wearing incredibly low-rise and flesh-tight pleather pants that accentuated her gorgeous lower limbs. <<if $Body.sexuality !== "straight">>Fuck, she was hot. She looked good enough to eat.<</if>> I stood out among them, not just in my complexion, newness, and origin (I was certainly the only one from the Western Hemisphere), but what I was wearing also set me apart. Still, I was in the same world and didn't feel like I had made a bad choice as we sauntered out in a line, me pulling up the rear. <br><br> Stepping out of the dressing room, the lights had already been dimmed and I could hear the DJ beginning to erratically flip through tracks. The AC was blasting in preparation for the hordes of body-furnaces that were going to be showing up shortly and the cold reminded me just how exposed I was. My nipples became rigid, goosebumps lifted all over my incredibly bare skin. <br><br> It was a weird dissonance: I'd worn things more revealing, like bikinis, and been in front of people, like at beaches or parties, but somehow this outfit in this place made me feel vulnerable and too seen. It was a heightened recognition of every jiggle my ass, thighs and tits made. I grabbed Lori's arm as I leaned into her, my weight and pull slightly changing our walking gait, "I thought we all weren't dancing--" <br><br> "Later, gotta bring in the boyyyys." She laughed, tugging me forward, now arm in arm and out into the main area. <br><br><br> The fog hung low on the ground and our legs cut through it, pushing it aside and leaving trails behind us that slowly filled in and hid the 'tracks' we had made. The massive room felt so empty now that it didn't have people bustling around to make things ready: everyone was at their stations and leaving the space empty and ready to accept patrons. The dance floor felt sad and cold as we made our way in -- I felt like I was sweating from the cold and anticipation -- and I saw the three platforms looming ahead of us, seemingly randomly arranged in the roughly rectangular area. <br><br> Sakura was suddenly in front of us, bringing Lori and I to a quick halt. "New girl with you, so she," a poke right at my bare sternum, "with you," and a commensurate little flick of her finger at Lori's arm as this dance-matriarch spun off and headed to one of the platforms. <br><br> <<crossroads #job1>> <<path>> Say something and challenge this pecking order right away. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Social -->> I couldn't hold [[back|M002 - D1DanceFight]]. <<path>> Roll with it and not risk upsetting the apple cart. <<contents>> <<face angry>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Sakura.rel -->> <<set $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel -->> "Okay, wow." I laughed. It was far from the first time I'd experienced this kind of catty energy from girls establishing things, but it usually came with something to gain, or something to lose. I couldn't fathom what Sakura saw as in the balance simply with my arrival. <br><br> "That's Sakie fer ya. Don't crack the shits about it." Lori shrugged and pulled me towards the platform we were nearest, "No drama, more than happy to have ye." She gave my shoulder a slight downward nudge, "Now be a sheila and gimme a boost." <br><br> I leaned down, offering her my hands, which her toe found and I sent her up. I wondered when there was just five of them how the last girl got up, watching Lori's lanky form tuck up and then extend on the platform. "Thanks, dearie." She gave me a wink and then began to stretch, flat hands on the platform, fully bent over and bouncing as she limbered up. <br><br> Shaking myself out, I looked around at the other girls, figuring out what came [[next|M002 - D1Dancing]]. <</crossroads>> <</replace>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>>. <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> <<set $barClean = 0>> <<set $barGarnish = false>> <<set $barOrder = false>> <<set $barSpout = false>> <<set $barMix = false>> <<set $barStock = false>> Welp. It was time. I'd gotten my foot in the door and it was time to be the agent I was supposed to be: go undercover and suss out the bad guy from //within// his operation. The turnaround was just ''so'' fast, I felt out of my depth...and after trying on the outfit in front of the mirror a few times, <<if $CC.maleAttention gt 0>>I knew I'd get a lot of attention for what they expected us to wear, but it was still going from zero to 60 incredibly quickly.<<else>>I'd be revealing __so__ much of myself every night I went in to work. It felt practically like being a stripper and I hadn't really prepared for something like that when coming here.<</if>> But! It is what it is and I couldn't back out now. I put on my big girl pants and tucked the 'bartender' clothes into a small bag, heading out of the RedDoorz and off to my place of employment. Bitch at the front desk didn't lift her nose -- but she'd ignored me just like everyone else since that first day. <br><br> I'd walked these streets a few times at this point, but this time they had a different air to them. Today's trip felt more personal, more like I belonged. Now that I had a job, I worked and lived down here...it was kind of like a new home. And that both felt centering and crazy. It was not what I imagined for myself when I was growing up. This was not the life I had expected to live. Would this life continue on past this mission? Would I go back to some form of normalcy and one of the versions of my future self that I //had// imagined before? <br><br> Now I was noticing the other people going about their business. Also heading to work. I'd completely blocked them out before as unimportant, just a backdrop. But now I was part of that painting, so //now// it was foreground. I was one of them. I was so different from all of them. They felt run-down, no prospects, no hope. They felt from here, and I stood out as clearly American. <br><br> They didn't pay me any attention, though. To them, I was background? <br><br><br> My reverie stopped as I got to the club, Karl wasn't at the door and whoever was didn't even look me over. Did he know I was here to work? I had been given a hard time before, but open door policy now...weird. <br><br> And inside was the same bustling as when I got hired. Barbacks stocking, bartenders -- not yet in their outfits -- prepping, a cleaning crew doing their damnedest to make a dent in the accumulation of dirt, spilled drinks, sweat and grime. I noticed Tao with one of her checklists, but she didn't pay me mind either. So, no onboarding, just...get to work, I guess. <br><br> I stepped up to the bar, leaning against it on the side I was more used to (for the time being) and waved at one of the other girls, "Uh hey. I start tonight?" <br><br> A mousy girl who's roots were showing from the bleach job (possibly...intentionally?) continued cutting limes without watching the blade, "Okay. So. Start." A huff of a laugh and roll of her eyes. <br><br> So...no onboarding, I guess. <br><br> <<crossroads #job1>> <<path>> I'm sure one of the barbacks could give me some pointers. <<contents>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set $barPrepTime = 2>> The other bartenders looked equally ensconced in their duties, or just didn't give a fuck about me. A smart agent has multiple avenues of approach, and I was a smart agent, so I brushed off her cold response and headed towards the back hallways. <br><br> It took only moments before I came across a sinewy kid, definitely younger than I was, who was carrying the massive weight of a eggcrate loaded to the brim with handles of liquor. "Uh hey," I gave my flirtiest smile. It stopped him dead in his tracks, despite the sweat beading on his forehead. I could see him considering a number of things: I was attractive. I was female. I was a new face, so that could mean any number of things and one of them meant potentially prostitution. <br><br> "Uh." It was all he could manage. <br><br> Stepping forward, my fingers stroked along his forearms as I ventured to take the eggcrate from him. My touch got him to relent instantly. And //fuck// was it heavy. "First. Day. Behind the. Bar." I tried to make grunting out my explanation of who I was less noticeable and more sexy. <br><br> "Oh! Cool." He nodded, "You...don't have to carry that. It's my job. Unless..." He looked eminently confused, "you're a barback?" His English was impeccable. Not in the 'from America' way, but he'd seen enough American shit that he wouldn't stick out at all. <br><br> I shook my head, laughing and giving him a hip bump that might have been a bit too hard, given the extra weight I was carrying. Turning, I hefted his load and moved back behind the bar, pulling him like a puppy dog. "No, tending...but just...figured...you might direct me? <<print $CC.name>>, by the way." <br><br> He took my fingers that barely stretched out from the front of the crate as my attempt to shake hands (it was), "Cristano. Sure." He nodded gleefully. <br><br> "Why's she carrying your shit, Tano?" He took a foot to his butt from one of the other girls. He scrambled forward and grasped the crate back from me as if he'd been stung. His fingers dug up against my tits in a way that hurt, but I tried to ignore it -- especially seeing his gleeful 'oops' expression. <br><br> "S-sorry." He began offloading down the line into each of their wells, the crate quickly becoming more manageable. I watched him with a playful smile, <<if $Body.sexuality == "lesbian">>mock appreciating the tension and definition in his back, arms, hands and even his cute little butt. Nothing predatory, but a girl can look, too.<<else>>appreciating the tension and definition in his back, arms, hands and even his cute little butt. Nothing predatory, but a girl can look, too.<</if>> It was adorable seeing him catching me and the red rising at his cheeks and the shudder of his eyes as his body reacted subconsciously to the unexpected attention, "Yeah, so. This...oh fuck," He slid the crate ontop the bar and stepped back, looking at the well at the end of the bar that remained vacant, "Is...your station." <br><br> I took it in as well: It was a //state// from whomever had been there the night before. It had the auspices of having been cleaned and prepped during closing, but only on the first glance. "Oh." <br><br> "Yeah, um. Well. I'll try and help when I can, but just gotta get everything ready for shift. Like, literally everything." He looked pained, but also looked like he needed to hurry off. <br><br> With the devastation in front of me, I knew I had my work cut out. Time was lost in my search and acquisition of Tano, but at least I knew what I needed to do and //where//. Better less time than no time. I had no clear idea of how much I'd need, or how much I had, but either way there was the decision of what to [[prioritize|M002 - D1BarPrep]]. And Tano made appearances and helped in fits and spurts. Not much, but something. <<path $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 2 || $CC.spoiled == true>> Oh. Okay. Fuck you too. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Suggestible. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<set $barClean = 0>> Yeah. That wasn't gonna fly with me. I deserved better than that, but apparently all the bartenders didn't give a fuck about me. Well, if they weren't going to be a team member, neither would I. Whatever slack needed to be taken up during the shift it was their own fault now. And they'd have to deal with it. <br><br> A light push and, without a response, I was off the bar and sauntering back into the bowels of the Club. I might not know what was needed of me, nor where I was supposed to be, but I did know a couple things that //they// didn't. One: I wasn't actually here to work -- well, not the job that was on my nametag per se. So now I had free reign and time to get a little secret agent-ing in. And who better than a little lost bartender with no one to guide or help her? <br><br> And two: I //did// need to get into 'uniform', so that was a good enough excuse. <br><br> I didn't see Tao, which was great, just cleaning crew and assorted barbacks and all of them grunting and doing literal back-breaking labor. Not. For. Me! <br><br> None of them gave me the time of day, so I proceeded to poke around. The first door was locked and I got the gut impression I shouldn't keep trying the door, because someone on the other side would check...and not be happy with me. <br><br> Moving on, door two got me yelled at. Five girls, that were dressed in a range of completely naked to the loosest interpretation of 'dancer' gear, were not keen on my appearance, "Dancers. Only." Came an agressive one with almond eyes, slamming the door in my face, despite giving everyone in the hallway a show of her tits. Maybe they'd already seen them. <br><br> Door three I didn't need to check, it was the one Tao had brought me into the other day. <br><br> Door four...unlocked. Yes! Slipping in and shutting the door quickly, I immediately felt super cool, hunched forward slightly as I began my infiltration. <br><br> I flicked on the light only to be greeted by a supply closet. The smell of bleach was pungent, as was the scent of it battling mold and waste. It was a small room with no ventilation and no other exits besides a tiny, warped metal grate in the corner where liquids were seeping away. <br><br> Reaching back for the handle, I found it turning in my palm and I tugged the other way. My body flew into fight-or-flight mode, but there was nowhere to fly. "Uh, Occupied!" I toed my shoes <<linkexpand "off,">> off, <<feet>> stepping into god-knows-what as I made the effort to be a lost bartender changing for my shift. <br><br> I heard them say something back through the door, but between the struggle with the door banging in its jamb and my own one-armed struggle to get my top <<linkexpand "off,">> off, <<upper>> I couldn't place what it was. I continued responding, "Sorry!" "One second!" as my top dangled from my occupied arm as my free hand fumbled with the remainder of my <<linkexpand "clothes.">> clothes. <<lower>> <br><br> The moment was frantic. I wasn't caring what they were ending up in, but my feet were happy to have something to stand on now -- the panic was intense and the only thought was not to get caught, red-handed on first day. <br><br> My arm tense, I realized I'd //have// to give up the fight to get my clothes ''on''. And so I <<linkexpand "did.">> did. <br><br> It swung open and there were two old men who's ferocity and anger immediately dissipated as they looked over me, daintily trying to keep my toes and heels from touching anything wet -- and everything was wet -- all the while being mid-way through dressing. <br><br> "Sorry." I squeaked. <br><br> I have no idea what they said back to me, but it wasn't any language I was familiar with. They shook their heads with dumb grins, continuing to talk to me as they stepped forward. I thought I was about to get assaulted when one took my wrist and gave a little tug. <br><br> But it was light, it wasn't aggressive -- guiding. A head motion as he only partially ignored what he was seeing, beaming broadly now that he was getting a front-row seat. I stepped off my partially wettened clothes and into the hallway, despite not having anything on. The other guy leaned over and with his water-logged and leathery hand grabbed my clothes in a fist and brought them behind us. <br><br> They were laughing and talking as if it were an average workday. Down the hallway with no rush in their pacing, giving the other people bustling around more than enough to see as well while bringing me back to door three. "Here." The first word I understood. <br><br> One opened the door, motioned for me to go in and the other plopped the wad of clothing onto one of the bare shelves. Then the door was shut and I was left in the 'actual' changing room for bartenders. <br><br> Well. I wasn't dead. I took a moment to breathe away any of the panic, and then proceeded to get [[dressed|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value lt 2>> Jump behind the bar and get to work. I'm a quick study. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Sophisticated or spoiled. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Learning ++>> <<set $barPrepTime = 3>> My casual lean quickly aborted as I moved off and around the end of the bar. I wove between hustling barbacks and canvassed what the other bartenders were doing. Just like the mousy one, they were either too focused to notice me or all wanted to see if I'd sink or swim. <br><br> I noticed there was a section of the bar essentially untended, so I figured that was my station and scurried over. It was a //state// from whomever had been there the night before. It had the auspices of having been cleaned and prepped during closing, but only on the first glance. <br><br> I had no clear idea of how much time I'd need, or how much time I had, but either way there was the decision of what to [[prioritize|M002 - D1BarPrep]]. <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div>
<<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel -->> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Tara")>> You know that beeze that you feel across your back or the side of your face when something //just// missed you? As Tara took me away from the couches, I had that sensation. The air currents certainly didn't shift and I didn't dare look back, but I knew what I felt. <br><br> And then it just felt like two girls out for the night. My thigh between hers and vice-versa, our arms taking turns above our heads as we shifted side-to-side. "I'm not going to lie to you," she didn't have to yell. Her words carried over the music and found the pockets of time to reach my ears effortlessly. Here's a girl with years of experience being vocally intimate in every type of setting, "Manila is rife with girls like us. Club ZZYZX? Nothing special. Except it //is//." I had been about to interject, to make this a conversation, but the way she said that immediately quashed my social instincts. It was time to listen. <br><br> "Frickin' Lion's Den, <<print $CC.name>>. You made the same shitty mistake -- not that it's your fault, because how would you know -- that I did. And now you're here. There's no backing out." I knew. She didn't know that I did, though. "Well. There are ways out, but I haven't found any that are voluntary. If you haven't noticed, I'm the oldest by far. There used to be other girls when I first started, but they aren't here anymore. And I've seen my fair share of fresh-face ones like you go poof. I haven't been able to figure out the why or where, but it happens." <br><br> "But...you've survived." It felt so weird to be having this kind of intimate and scary conversation in the building where it was happening. While on the job. <br><br> A mirthless laugh, head flicked back immediately in response. I felt her fingers squeeze my upper arm, "Yep. Good enough at my work while not being a stand-out. But god-forbid I can't pull anymore or I piss someone off. Well, besides Peaches. I'm definitely riding the line of pissing her off at all times. So far, still here." <br><br> "So, what...do I do?" A requisite amount of fear, an alteration of the way I was dancing and //intense// eye contact. Here was intel just spilling to me without having to try, I just needed to keep these rails greased. <br><br> A sigh. A peck on my cheek. She met my eyes. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Sexuality">> <<if $CC.sexuality == "straight">> I don't know what she was looking for, but the moment passed. "Do? Not much you can do." <br><br> "Well, now you've scared me and...that's it?" <br><br> She looked down, hurt, "That wasn't fair of me. I mean, at least you //got// a warning. Fuck, <<print $CC.name>>, I wish __I__ knew what to do. I've been around long enough, but...okay, Peaches is starting to stare daggers at us, so we need to get to work. Quick pointers time: Don't wear yourself out. Play the long game. These girls are vicious, so watch your back. Make friends with the bouncers." We were making our way back from the dance floor, mouthed words and looks between Tara and Tao as she brought me along by the hand back to 'our place'. <br><br> And then, just before depositing me she leaned in. Another peck on my cheek, "And most importantly. Peaches doesn't run the show. Datu does. Well, Datu's Datu." Datu's Datu..."But that's the way. Puppeteers puppeteering puppeteers. And we're fuck puppets." She did a little marionette impression as she left me. <br><br> I laughed. She laughed. Some of the guys around us were confused, but put on a smile because they wanted pussy. <br><br> Now separated, I could feel the air thicken. They were on the prowl. <br><br> Was I on the [[menu|M002 - D1Whore]]? <<else>> And then we were making out, her tongue in my mouth and dancing bodies pulled tight. It was as if the peck was a testing ground and this was what she was looking for. <br><br> A part of me recoiled -- where had she been? <br><br> A part of me was entranced and flattered -- this felt different from how she treated the others. <br><br> The agent inside me wondered if this was an opportunity that I needed to capitalize on. <br><br> The girl who had been hired to work here wondered if this behavior would end my career abruptly. And it didn't sound like careers of our nature ended well. <br><br> <div id="whoreprep"> <<crossroads #whoreprep>> <<path>> Fuck it. Keep going. <<contents>> <<set $People['AI'].Tara.rel ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel -->> <<Stats Excitable ++>> My hands found her waist and pulled, our bodies pressing tightly against one another. My head turned and our mouths latched more tightly together. My tongue thrust back into her mouth. I felt her soften at the reaction, letting me take lead. <br><br> From her waist, I found her ass and squeezed, fingertips tracing the hem of her miniskirt, playing with the bare skin that I found there while our jaws worked against each other. <br><br> She smelled wonderful, a subtle floral undertone mixed with the clean scent of her facial regimen. <br><br> She tasted even better. Strawberries from her lips and a hint of mint from either gum or something like it. <br><br> I wanted to devour her. She was //intoxicating//. No wonder she had been so successful for so long here. I wanted her and in that moment I was willing to pay. I wasn't going to have to pay, though, right? <br><br> A pull came at my arm. Probably some guy who wanted to watch or take a video of two hot girls making out. I pulled free. <br><br> It was insistant. //I// was pulled back, nails biting into my arm as our bodies separated before our mouths. <br><br> Frowning, I spun on the person, about to give them a piece of my mind... <br><br> Fuck. It was Tao. "Show over." <br><br> "They like watching." I couldn't help but grin at her. There was a definite audience, so I didn't need proof. <br><br> "Yeah, yeah. Advertisement did the work. Now it time for //you// to work." She pulled again, this time with a little shove towards the couches. <br><br> Tara was suddenly alongside me, stride for stride. "Shit. Sorry. Trouble on your first day. I didn't--" <br><br> "It's fine." I squeezed her hand. <br><br> "Okay. Quick pointers time: Don't wear yourself out. Play the long game. These girls are vicious, so watch your back. Make friends with the bouncers." We were making our way back from the dance floor, mouthed words and looks between Tara and Tao as she brought me along by the hand back to 'our place'. <br><br> And then, just before depositing me she leaned in. Another peck on my cheek, "And most importantly. Peaches doesn't run the show. Datu does. Well, Datu's Datu." Datu's Datu..."But that's the way. Puppeteers puppeteering puppeteers. And we're fuck puppets." She did a little marionette impression as she left me. <br><br> I laughed. She laughed. Some of the guys around us were confused, but put on a smile because they wanted pussy. <br><br> Now separated, I could feel the air thicken. They were on the prowl. <br><br> Was I on the [[menu|M002 - D1Whore]]? <<path>> Nuh-uh. Pull away. <<contents>> <<set $People['AI'].Tara.rel -->> <<Stats Discipline ++>> My hands found her waist and slowly pushed, our bodies separating before out mouths. I turned sheepishly away before we could make eye contact. <br><br> The music wrapped us in a barrier that allowed the awkward silence to feel less sudden and painful. "I uh...s-sorry." I wasn't sure what else to say. I knew that she wasn't going to like this, and now I was living that expectation. <br><br> "What?" She was standing with her hands on her hips, looking at me sternly, head cocked to the side as if she couldn't hear me. <br><br> "Nothing." I waved it off. <br><br> "Huh?" She was a statue. <br><br> I backed off and headed back towards the couches. Time to get to work, I guess. Everything had happened so quickly and I worried that I had caused irreparable damage with the one person who actually seemed like an ally here. Was that a bridge that could be repaired? Was she just interested in me sexually? <br><br> Now separated, I could feel the air thicken. They were on the prowl. <br><br> Was I on the [[menu|M002 - D1Whore]]? <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<<set $D1John = "">> <<if previous() is "M002 - ClubJobDay1">> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Social -->> <</if>> I settled back against the plush cushioning of the couch, taking in my surroundings. My hunting grounds...where //I// felt hunted. It felt like I couldn't ''not'' make eye contact with some smiling stranger wherever I looked. A shudder passed unbidden down my back. At least I wasn't doing this on the street. <br><br> <<if ($Memories.includes("Knows Tara") && visited("M002 - D1WhorePrep") is false) || $People['AI'].Tara.rel lt 1>> None of the other girls deigned to make eye contact with me. Instinctively, I sought any form of comfort but even Tara wasn't around. It was just me. Alone, despite being surrounded by people. It felt very solitary and vulnerable. <br><br> <<elseif $knowsTara is true>> None of the other girls deigned to make eye contact with me. And then I felt a flutter and release when Tara's green eyes pierced through the hazy dark and met mine. It was as if she was saying "you got this girl. I got you." without a word. I smiled back and nodded. Okay, gotta get my head on. Fuck this felt incredibly vulnerable, incredibly solitary despite being surrounded by people. <br><br> <</if>> <<if $Memories.includes("Knows Callum")>> <<set $People['AI'].Callum.rel -= 2>> "Well, hello there." A large form was beside me, arm thrown around me with the calm confidence that surpassed innate personal quality. I looked up, it was Callum. <br><br> "Oh! Hey there." I leaned up and gave him a peck on his cheek and scooted my hips against his. It felt nice to have a touchstone and place of comfort all of a sudden. And maybe, seeing my connection to a guy like him would give me a bit of protection...or just higher value to other guys? <br><br> "Yer here a lot, aren'tcha lass?" He smiled and chuckled into my ear, biting the cartilage and giving it a little tug. <br><br> "Yeah, guess so. Seems like you are, too, huh?" I kept my head facing forward to let him play at my ear. <br><br> "That's because I'm working, dear." <br><br> "And so is she." Tao was in front of us, leaning in kindly and smiling -- she smiled? -- at Callum, a light hand on his shoulder. <br><br> "What?" The confusion on his face was profound. And then he understood. I felt his hips pull away from me like I was on fire. The cool air filling the large space he had occupied made his vacancy even more pronounced. <br><br> He didn't say a thing to me. No goodbye, nothing. I couldn't bear to look at him either. I just hoped that him learning this wouldn't shut that door. <br><br> Fuck you, //Peaches//. <br><br> <</if>> A guy sat down on the edge of the couch nearby me. Maybe scoping out my response. Maybe deciding if he wanted to make a pass. Maybe deciding if I was one of the 'girls' he had heard about. <br><br> Another guy looked over to me, despite his arm being slung over another girl who's cleavage was so on display I was surprised nipples weren't popping free. <br><br> Yeah okay, so...this was happening, huh. <br><br> What would my plan of action be? No playbook, no onboarding, no school or training for selling my body. How was I going to...approach...this? <div id="whore"> <<crossroads #whore>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3>> Accessible. Available. Down to fuck. Right? <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Easy enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> I guess...first come, first [[served|M002 - D1WhoreEager]]? <<path>> Discerning. Picky. High value. Right? <<contents>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> I was only playing the //part// of a whore, but that didn't mean I needed to actually be a full-fledged [[one|M002 - D1WhoreCareful]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <div id = "whoring"> "Welcome." He stood in front of me, a slight bowing of his head. Despite the dark and the haze, I could tell he was well on in years, and no matter what the club was trying to do to camoflage us -- he wasn't attractive, even if he lost 20 or 30 years. Thick, drooping lips, the corners of his eyes sagged, he carried extra padding at his cheeks and neck that spoke of opulent wealth and spending those decades partaking. He was wrapped in robes and his headwear gave him away as Arabic, like I'd seen in all the pictures. "I am Sallah. My car is outside." Okay, wow. That was...quick, officious and firm. <br><br> He wasn't giving me room or time to think. I filled the space with a giggle as I decided. <br><br> My job //was// to fuck guys who asked. He was asking...[["Sure!"|M002 - D1WhoreSex][$D1John = "Prince"]] <br><br> But I could hold myself to some esteem beyond priced-pussy. I could <<link "play him off">><<replace "#whoring">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> "Oh, wow. I'm so flattered, Sallah." I beamed, grinning up at him. I leaned forward slightly to give a hint of decollatage, "I'm sorry, I'm just--" <br><br> "New. I know this. Come." A come-motion with his hand in a way that told me he was not denied. <br><br> "I'm still getting settled. The night's just begun! Let's have a drink and chat." I gestured for him to sit. I wasn't going to be a piece on a platter, more of an escort...more refined. He'd like refined. <br><br> "Unacceptable. Sallah always fucks first." He turned with a flourish of his robes and walked off, a slight limp with how fast he was moving. And on a bee-line to Tao. <br><br> Well. I'd be finding out sooner rather than later what was expected of me, he was going straight to the manager. <br><br> I tried to ignore their conversation, turning my hips and body away from where he had left to survey the surroundings. There were so many men and so few of us. I was surprised we weren't being jumped on like they were a pack of wild dogs. Something held them at bay, slightly, momentarily. <br><br> Because almost as soon as I was having that momentary relief, I felt the couch sigh as a guy settled in beside me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age lt 0>> "You're delicious." I could practically feel the saliva on his breath. I giggled as pleasantly as I could, turning to take him in. The beard on his face didn't get to his face, just covering his neck in coarse, unkept and untrimmed hair. The hair on his head was thinning at best and his skin had an oily gleam to it. He was wearing an old tshirt and pair of sweatpants with sandals sticking out of the end of them: bare feet blatantly on display. "Let's get out of here." <br><br> "Oh, you're American?" <br><br> He didn't need to respond, and he didn't, "How old are you..." it was less a question, especially as he leaned in and I could feel him taking in my scent. Just like a wild dog. <br><br> Hair on my neck pricked up. Every self-protection alarm was going off, but so were the warning bells as I considered the conversation Sallah was having with Tao right now. <br><br> Avoid repurcussions and a line of angry customers? Do my job and just [[get done|M002 - D1WhoreSex][$D1John = "Incel"]], even by this slob? <br><br> Or listen to the warning signs and <<link "save myself">><<replace "#whoring">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel -->> "Uh, sorry. Not really working. First night we just learn the ropes, get pointers, ya know--" <br><br> He grabbed at my arm, "Bullshit. Come on, bitch." <br><br> O-//kay//. Yeah. I pulled free and shuffled off away from the couches, putting as much distance between me and that creep. Without even thinking, I realized I was heading straight to Tao as if she was my protector. And she was standing, hands on hips with Sallah beside her, imperious and grinning. <br><br> "Change mind?" She raised her eyebrow, laden with meaning. <br><br> Fuck. She was going to offer me on a platter to Sallah, not offer protection from the guy who was about to yank me off to his place. <br><br> I felt like I was between a hell and a hot place in that moment, frozen as I considered my options of returning and going with the greaseball ex-pat or Sallah. <br><br> [[Give in|M002 - D1WhoreSex][$D1John = "Prince"]] to Tao? <br><br> No. Hold <<link "my ground">><<replace #whoring>> <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel -->> "I...no." I shook my head, trying to keep as firm eye contact as I could manage. <br><br> "Unbelievable. Get your sluts in line." Sallah literally //hit// Tao on the back of the head before walking off. <br><br> Tao was unaffected. How? <br><br> Her eyes hadn't left mine the whole time. "You don't understand, do you?" It was rhetorical. She was continuing, "He has first. Always. You are new girl. You let him fuck. Your //job// is let guys __fuck__. You knew that, yes?" <br><br> I coughed, uncomfortably under the dressing down. "I...did. I just thought that maybe we could...choose, a bit." <br><br> "They choose. Don't be stupid. Get back there. <<shake 2s>>Now<</shake>>." <br><br> I was practically running back to the couches, feeling the threat of violence under her every word. Well. Now the rules were clear. They should have been, I guess. But now they were. And I was on very, very thin ice. <br><br> "Oh uh, hey. Uh hi." I was stopped in my anxious thoughts by another approach -- moments after settling back into my place. He was barely sitting next to me, barely close enough to get the sense that this //was// his approach. <br><br> I turned. God, he was young. Fresh-faced and smiling dumbly. Dressed smart, though it wasn't a well-tailored suit that hung on his slight body as if he was a hangar, "Hey there." I smiled broadly, reaching over and putting my hand in his. "<<print $CC.name>>." A slight squeeze. <br><br> His eyes flicked away from me when he felt the warmth and pressure of my hand. He was looking over to a group of guys that were certainly his business bros, "Cool. Yeah. So. You're...new?" <br><br> "First night." I could feel the sweat on his palm. <br><br> "Mine too. I mean. Cool. Uh so. Should we...? They're going to pay." The sweetness and his awkwardness dispelled by that last moment as he brought money into the picture. <br><br> This was the job. I could almost feel Tao approaching right now after receiving the ear-full from Sallah. I needed to do this. "Yeah." I matched his smile and stood. <br><br> He jerked up from the couch, smiling and blushing as his cohort gave some woots and cheers, watching us [[depart|M002 - D1Whore][$D1John = "Virgin"]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>>? <<else>> "Oh uh, hey. Uh hi." Two approaches in the span of half a second. He was barely sitting next to me, barely close enough to get the sense that this //was// his approach. <br><br> I turned. God, he was young. Fresh-faced and smiling dumbly. Dressed smart, though it wasn't a well-tailored suit that hung on his slight body as if he was a hangar, "Hey there." I smiled broadly, reaching over and putting my hand in his. "<<print $CC.name>>." A slight squeeze. <br><br> His eyes flicked away from me when he felt the warmth and pressure of my hand. He was looking over to a group of guys that were certainly his business bros, "Cool. Yeah. So. You're...new?" <br><br> "First night." I could feel the sweat on his palm. <br><br> "Mine too. I mean. Cool. Uh so. Should we...? They're going to pay." The sweetness and his awkwardness dispelled by that last moment as he brought money into the picture. <br><br> This was the job. I could almost feel Tao approaching right now after receiving the ear-full from Sallah. I needed to do this. "Yeah." I matched his smile and stood. <br><br> He jerked up from the couch, smiling and blushing as his cohort gave some woots and cheers, watching us [[depart|M002 - D1Whore][$D1John = "Virgin"]]. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> and see what else came my way? </div>
<<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<skillChecked "Wiles" "Attractiveness" "Perception">> <<set _sexvalue = ($Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value + $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value)>> <div id = "whoring"> <<if _sexvalue gte 8 && ($Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 0) && ($Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 0)>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> Almost immediately, it had been an elderly Arab Prince, ugly and imperious who had approached. It had been perfunctory and offensive. <br><br> While his money and his status might have gotten me somewhere eventually -- I'm not sure it would have been where I wanted, if anywhere at all. So I toyed with him. He seemed surprised and intrigued by my response. He wasn't a man who was denied and I wasn't //quite// denying him. <br><br> I let him whisper to me all of the different ways he wanted to take me, because I was new and he always had first fuck. He liked his women fresh and clean and //he// was the despoiler. <br><br> I cooed in his ear about how excited I was by the thought of him ruining me forever. I could tell he was getting at the end of his rope -- he needed action or I was going to frustrate and blueball him. And then, I was saved by some greaseball American ex-pat. <br><br> Thanful for his bigotry, this slob -- who practically oiled the seats when he sat -- was more than happy to intervene and deny a 'towelhead' something that belonged to him. Sallah -- the prince -- was infuriated and stormed off, but at least he was mad at the guy, and not me. <br><br> The slob was more direct and just as self-assured he'd be fucking me as Sallah was. But he was even more intrigued by the story we were planning about the ways he would be placing his flag in the American who had gotten away from where she belonged. <br><br> He knew where I belonged. <br><br> He pawed at my body, he clung to me. I felt the need for all of my skincare products and began ticking off the order I'd be applying them as I tried to maintain my distance, hold off just a bit longer. There was no way this creep was going to get me any access except to his sordid shitty apartment or maybe his mom's basement back home. <br><br> I didn't need to go home. I had far more important things on my to-do list. And he wasn't one of them. <br><br> And while we entertained some verbal foreplay, I could see this smart-suited young boy of a man standing nearby, waiting for his chance. But one wouldn't appear. Not as much as I'd have preferred him over the thinning-hair sleeze. <br><br> "Excuse me, sir." Me and neckbeard looked up with the same shocked impression. <br><br> We were being interrupted and it was the third man in a row who was in my bubble with massive self-importance. He stood there, motioning for the skeeze to move away from me, and it came from a place of assuredness beyond Alpha behavior. "I need to see this one in my office." <br><br> I had no clue who this was. And an //office//? There were offices here?! The sticky man finally relented with a grumble as I got up off the couch, trying to fix the deep creases in my clothes from his behavior. <br><br> He was wearing an odd outfit: His jacket and jeans both had the same shimmering, silver quality underneath the dark blue or black base tone. The tailored jacket accentuated the sinewy, tight cables of muscle on his arms that continued underneath the black wifebeater he was wearing as a shirt. He had vibrant and intricate neck tattoos and radiated underworld personality like it was a billboard. <br><br> I didn't have to think twice to accompany him. Wordlessly, he escorted me off the floor and to the back hallway. We passed by a few doors, the bathrooms, and then he used a keycard to access his office. <br><br> And it was an [[office|M002 - D1WhoreSex][$D1John = "LT"]]. <<else>> "Welcome." He stood in front of me, a slight bowing of his head. Despite the dark and the haze, I could tell he was well on in years, and no matter what the club was trying to do to camoflage us -- he wasn't attractive, even if he lost 20 or 30 years. Thick, drooping lips, the corners of his eyes sagged, he carried extra padding at his cheeks and neck that spoke of opulent wealth and spending those decades partaking. He was wrapped in robes and his headwear gave him away as Arabic, like I'd seen in all the pictures. "I am Sallah. My car is outside." Okay, wow. That was...quick, officious and firm. <br><br> He wasn't giving me room or time to think. I filled the space with a giggle as I decided. <br><br> My job //was// to fuck guys who asked. He was asking...[["Sure!"|M002 - D1WhoreSex][$D1John = "Prince"]] <br><br> But I could hold myself to some esteem beyond priced-pussy. I could <<link "play him off">><<replace "#whoring">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> "Oh, wow. I'm so flattered, Sallah." I beamed, grinning up at him. I leaned forward slightly to give a hint of decollatage, "I'm sorry, I'm just--" <br><br> "New. I know this. Come." A come-motion with his hand in a way that told me he was not denied. <br><br> "I'm still getting settled. The night's just begun! Let's have a drink and chat." I gestured for him to sit. I wasn't going to be a piece on a platter, more of an escort...more refined. He'd like refined. <br><br> "Unacceptable. Sallah always fucks first." He turned with a flourish of his robes and walked off, a slight limp with how fast he was moving. And on a bee-line to Tao. <br><br> Well. I'd be finding out sooner rather than later what was expected of me, he was going straight to the manager. <br><br> I tried to ignore their conversation, turning my hips and body away from where he had left to survey the surroundings. There were so many men and so few of us. I was surprised we weren't being jumped on like they were a pack of wild dogs. Something held them at bay, slightly, momentarily. <br><br> Because almost as soon as I was having that momentary relief, I felt the couch sigh as a guy settled in beside me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age lt 0>> "You're delicious." I could practically feel the saliva on his breath. I giggled as pleasantly as I could, turning to take him in. The beard on his face didn't get to his face, just covering his neck in coarse, unkept and untrimmed hair. The hair on his head was thinning at best and his skin had an oily gleam to it. He was wearing an old tshirt and pair of sweatpants with sandals sticking out of the end of them: bare feet blatantly on display. "Let's get out of here." <br><br> "Oh, you're American?" <br><br> He didn't need to respond, and he didn't, "How old are you..." it was less a question, especially as he leaned in and I could feel him taking in my scent. Just like a wild dog. <br><br> Hair on my neck pricked up. Every self-protection alarm was going off, but so were the warning bells as I considered the conversation Sallah was having with Tao right now. <br><br> Avoid repurcussions and a line of angry customers? Do my job and just [[get done|M002 - D1WhoreSex][$D1John = "Incel"]], even by this slob? <br><br> Or listen to the warning signs and <<link "save myself">><<replace "#whoring">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel -->> "Uh, sorry. Not really working. First night we just learn the ropes, get pointers, ya know--" <br><br> He grabbed at my arm, "Bullshit. Come on, bitch." <br><br> O-//kay//. Yeah. I pulled free and shuffled off away from the couches, putting as much distance between me and that creep. Without even thinking, I realized I was heading straight to Tao as if she was my protector. And she was standing, hands on hips with Sallah beside her, imperious and grinning. <br><br> "Change mind?" She raised her eyebrow, laden with meaning. <br><br> Fuck. She was going to offer me on a platter to Sallah, not offer protection from the guy who was about to yank me off to his place. <br><br> I felt like I was between a hell and a hot place in that moment, frozen as I considered my options of returning and going with the greaseball ex-pat or Sallah. <br><br> [[Give in|M002 - D1WhoreSex][$D1John = "Prince"]] to Tao? <br><br> No. Hold <<link "my ground">><<replace #whoring>> <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel -->> "I...no." I shook my head, trying to keep as firm eye contact as I could manage. <br><br> "Unbelievable. Get your sluts in line." Sallah literally //hit// Tao on the back of the head before walking off. <br><br> Tao was unaffected. How? <br><br> Her eyes hadn't left mine the whole time. "You don't understand, do you?" It was rhetorical. She was continuing, "He has first. Always. You are new girl. You let him fuck. Your //job// is let guys __fuck__. You knew that, yes?" <br><br> I coughed, uncomfortably under the dressing down. "I...did. I just thought that maybe we could...choose, a bit." <br><br> "They choose. Don't be stupid. Get back there. <<shake 2s>>Now<</shake>>." <br><br> I was practically running back to the couches, feeling the threat of violence under her every word. Well. Now the rules were clear. They should have been, I guess. But now they were. And I was on very, very thin ice. <br><br> "Oh uh, hey. Uh hi." I was stopped in my anxious thoughts by another approach -- moments after settling back into my place. He was barely sitting next to me, barely close enough to get the sense that this //was// his approach. <br><br> I turned. God, he was young. Fresh-faced and smiling dumbly. Dressed smart, though it wasn't a well-tailored suit that hung on his slight body as if he was a hangar, "Hey there." I smiled broadly, reaching over and putting my hand in his. "<<print $CC.name>>." A slight squeeze. <br><br> His eyes flicked away from me when he felt the warmth and pressure of my hand. He was looking over to a group of guys that were certainly his business bros, "Cool. Yeah. So. You're...new?" <br><br> "First night." I could feel the sweat on his palm. <br><br> "Mine too. I mean. Cool. Uh so. Should we...? They're going to pay." The sweetness and his awkwardness dispelled by that last moment as he brought money into the picture. <br><br> Ugh. There wasn't anything to gain from this guy either. I couldn't say <<link "yes">><<replace "#whoring">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> "Sorry, I'm sure any of them can help you out." I smiled and gave him a little nudge towards the nearest girl. He looked confused, but immediately followed my advice. He was off to the next girl and I was left alone. <br><br> For a second. Tao stood in front of me and her cool gaze had become a raging furnace, "You go home. You come back and understand. Your. Place." <br><br> She'd had this conversation before. I wasn't the first to buck the system and I wouldn't be the first that she had dealt with. <br><br> I tucked tail and walked out. I didn't know how I'd report this, //if// I would report this. <br><br> A full-on failure my first night. Within the first thirty minutes. That was fast and furious. <br><br> I was enraged, unsure how I was going to move forward the next time I'd show up for my __job__. I knew that EROS agents did this kind of thing, but it had sounded like it was more of a case-by-case scenario, when there was something to profit on the other end of the scales. <br><br> Tao had made it clear as day that there wasn't a decision matrix. I was to be fucked, she was to profit, and if I gained something on my mission in the meantime, well that would be random, lucky fucking chance. <br><br> I'd gotten out once scott-free, but I doubted that would ever happen again. I doubted it //could// happen [[again|M002 - D1WhoreSex]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br><br> But I did need to fulfill my duties. Maybe some nights would be a miss, but I had to make sure there would //be// other opportunities for potential gains. I had to say <<link "yes">><<replace "#whoring">> This was the job. I could almost feel Tao approaching. I needed to do this. "Yeah." I matched his smile and stood. <br><br> He jerked up from the couch, smiling and blushing as his cohort gave some woots and cheers, watching us [[depart|M002 - D1Whore][$D1John = "Virgin"]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>>. <</replace>><</link>>? <<else>> "Oh uh, hey. Uh hi." Two approaches in the span of half a second. He was barely sitting next to me, barely close enough to get the sense that this //was// his approach. <br><br> I turned. God, he was young. Fresh-faced and smiling dumbly. Dressed smart, though it wasn't a well-tailored suit that hung on his slight body as if he was a hangar, "Hey there." I smiled broadly, reaching over and putting my hand in his. "<<print $CC.name>>." A slight squeeze. <br><br> His eyes flicked away from me when he felt the warmth and pressure of my hand. He was looking over to a group of guys that were certainly his business bros, "Cool. Yeah. So. You're...new?" <br><br> "First night." I could feel the sweat on his palm. <br><br> "Mine too. I mean. Cool. Uh so. Should we...? They're going to pay." The sweetness and his awkwardness dispelled by that last moment as he brought money into the picture. <br><br> Ugh. There wasn't anything to gain from this guy either. I couldn't say <<link "yes">><<replace "#whoring">> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> "Sorry, I'm sure any of them can help you out." I smiled and gave him a little nudge towards the nearest girl. He looked confused, but immediately followed my advice. He was off to the next girl and I was left alone. <br><br> For a second. Tao stood in front of me and her cool gaze had become a raging furnace, "You go home. You come back and understand. Your. Place." <br><br> She'd had this conversation before. I wasn't the first to buck the system and I wouldn't be the first that she had dealt with. <br><br> I tucked tail and walked out. I didn't know how I'd report this, //if// I would report this. <br><br> A full-on failure my first night. Within the first thirty minutes. That was fast and furious. <br><br> I was enraged, unsure how I was going to move forward the next time I'd show up for my __job__. I knew that EROS agents did this kind of thing, but it had sounded like it was more of a case-by-case scenario, when there was something to profit on the other end of the scales. <br><br> Tao had made it clear as day that there wasn't a decision matrix. I was to be fucked, she was to profit, and if I gained something on my mission in the meantime, well that would be random, lucky fucking chance. <br><br> I'd gotten out once scott-free, but I doubted that would ever happen again. I doubted it //could// happen [[again|M002 - D1WhoreSex]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <br><br> But I did need to fulfill my duties. Maybe some nights would be a miss, but I had to make sure there would //be// other opportunities for potential gains. I had to say <<link "yes">><<replace "#whoring">> This was the job. I could almost feel Tao approaching. I needed to do this. "Yeah." I matched his smile and stood. <br><br> He jerked up from the couch, smiling and blushing as his cohort gave some woots and cheers, watching us [[depart|M002 - D1Whore][$D1John = "Virgin"]]. <</replace>><</link>>. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> and see what else came my way? <</if>> </div>
<<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<set _sexability = 0>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Loose Pussy")>> <<set _sexability -->> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Crazy-Small Pussy")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Sex God")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> <<set _sexability += 2>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <div id="nino"> <<if $D1John is "LT">> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Nino")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel = 0>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Small office backroom of a club. */ The door shut. I heard the magnetic lock engage. The thought of whether I'd need a keycard to get //out// crossed my mind. But my eyes were on him. He oozed danger. And the fact that it was __him__ in the backroom, the office of the club told me everything I needed to know about its operations -- if I hadn't already been clued in. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>, yeah?" He sat on the edge of his desk closest to me. <br><br> "Yeah." Was I in trouble? Should I play up timidity? Confidence? "And...you are?" <br><br> "Call me Niño." He moved on from names without taking a beat, "First night. And you cockblocked Sallah." <br><br> I coughed, "Not cock//blocked//--" <br><br> "Did I ask?" His coal eyes were cold. His tone was colder. "Never seen any of our girls hold him at bay. One of your many, many unique qualities..." He shifted his weight forward onto his Doc Martins, a step forward and enough to close the distance between us. His fingers toyed with a loose strand of hair, "We've never had American here -- got lucky with you." <br><br> "Thank you." <br><br> He chuckled wryly, "Oh, don't thank me. __You__ aren't lucky. But you will do incredibly well here." If his goal was making me comfortable, he was doing the exact opposite. "But to make things more fair for you, I'm going to do you a favor. I've never done //anyone// a favor. Let alone one of our girls." His hand slid up from the strands he was playing with to the back of my head, a firm pressure insisting I go down. <br><br> Shit. More like do ''him'' a favor. <br><br> <<crossroads #nino>> <<path $CC.maleReaction gt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 3>> He's the boss. Door's locked. What else was I going to do? <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't react to men this way, or isn't Easy/Suggestible enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<SexSkill oral>> It wasn't how I envisioned my first 'job' here, but there I was, unzipping the reflective front of his jeans and working them down enough to free his cock. He was freeballing and opening the pants gave a blast of him being uncontained the entire day. <br><br> He was hung long and uncut, not a bit aroused, limp and out of his fly as he stayed motionless, quiet, just the slightly firm pressure on the back of my head. Yeah, yeah, I got the hint. I took him in my mouth, soft and squidgy, and began to work him with my tongue, lips and firm suction. <br><br> He nudged at the base of my skull, wanting my eyes up. I made eye contact as the vision of him swayed, back and forth massaging his cock with my mouth. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <br><br> "Mmm-hmm." He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> I kept my eyes up, defiantly unconcerned with having his length fully inserted, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. "Well, well, well." He chuckled, cocking his head to the side in the first reaction I'd seen from him, curious as he watched my cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag. And he was getting distracted from his work, looking down at me with a frown, suddenly changing the tempo and the force, trying to make my body react to his cock. And getting frustrated that I wasn't. Once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a great job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't deepthroating a cock. <br><br> And then //my// name. He was reporting on what I was doing to him in that moment. Datu didn't respond and I wondered what that meant. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "Goddamn good looking and you've got skills I've never experienced, girl." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel += 2>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <br><br> "Mmm-hmm." He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I felt my stomach tighten once as I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> Tears were beginning to peek at the corner of my eyes, but I kept them up, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. "Well, well, well." He chuckled, seeing my eyes tense and body lurch slightly as I fought the instinctive gag, cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "Goddamn good looking and great dome." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. And you earned it." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Still, I gagged. I held down, clenching my eyes as I tried to resist my body. <br><br> "Mmm-hmm." He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch despite the trouble I was having. My mouth flooded with saliva, my stomach was heaving. I was on the verge of losing it on his lap. <br><br> Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him at the base regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, and hilted fully on him, gagging and making noises. "Alright." He chuckled, "We'll work on that." <br><br> He freed me and I swallowed, quietly trying to not show how close that had been to a complete loss. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the instant gag I felt surging up at the mere presence of cock in my mouth. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "Goddamn good looking and decent dome." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. Even though there's room for improvement." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <<else>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had trouble keeping my eyes on his, not wanting to lose the thread and rhythm of what I was doing. Why was it taking him so long to get hard. I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I wasn't some blowjob virtuoso. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Nope. I immediately gagged and pulled back, coughing, his cock swinging free from my mouth. <br><br> "Nuh-uh." He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, pushing my face against his cock as I tried to recover. I felt my spit wiping across my face as my brain fought with my autonomic system trying to regain some composure. "Deeper." He repeated, stonier. <br><br> Taking him back in before I was ready, my body responded with a gag at the bare presence of his meat. Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, gagging and making noises. "Not impressed. We'll work on that." <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mout stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> If it weren't for the rigidity of his cock and the rare grunt he made, I would have thought I was absolutely shit at this. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. I only wished I could tell he was liking it more.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> I wished I wasn't this shit at head. For a number of reasons: first, because I might be able to get him off and impress the boss-man; second, because then I could pay more attention to what was going on around me and maybe get some intel; third, so that it wasn't so fucking //hard//. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my untrained mouth. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "You're lucky you're goddamn good looking." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. Even though we're going to have to work on your abilities." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <</if>> <<path>> A man up the ladder. This is exactly the reason an EROS agent gets on her knees. <<contents>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<SexSkill oral>> It wasn't how I envisioned my first 'job' here, but there I was, unzipping the reflective front of his jeans and working them down enough to free his cock. He was freeballing and opening the pants gave a blast of him being uncontained the entire day. <br><br> He was hung long and uncut, not a bit aroused, limp and out of his fly as he stayed motionless, quiet, just the slightly firm pressure on the back of my head. Yeah, yeah, I got the hint. I took him in my mouth, soft and squidgy, and began to work him with my tongue, lips and firm suction. <br><br> He nudged at the base of my skull, wanting my eyes up. I made eye contact as the vision of him swayed, back and forth massaging his cock with my mouth. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <br><br> "Mmm-hmm." He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> I kept my eyes up, defiantly unconcerned with having his length fully inserted, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. "Well, well, well." He chuckled, cocking his head to the side in the first reaction I'd seen from him, curious as he watched my cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag. And he was getting distracted from his work, looking down at me with a frown, suddenly changing the tempo and the force, trying to make my body react to his cock. And getting frustrated that I wasn't. Once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a great job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't deepthroating a cock. <br><br> And then //my// name. He was reporting on what I was doing to him in that moment. Datu didn't respond and I wondered what that meant. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "Goddamn good looking and you've got skills I've never experienced, girl." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel += 2>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <br><br> "Mmm-hmm." He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I felt my stomach tighten once as I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> Tears were beginning to peek at the corner of my eyes, but I kept them up, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. "Well, well, well." He chuckled, seeing my eyes tense and body lurch slightly as I fought the instinctive gag, cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "Goddamn good looking and great dome." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. And you earned it." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Still, I gagged. I held down, clenching my eyes as I tried to resist my body. <br><br> "Mmm-hmm." He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch despite the trouble I was having. My mouth flooded with saliva, my stomach was heaving. I was on the verge of losing it on his lap. <br><br> Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him at the base regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, and hilted fully on him, gagging and making noises. "Alright." He chuckled, "We'll work on that." <br><br> He freed me and I swallowed, quietly trying to not show how close that had been to a complete loss. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the instant gag I felt surging up at the mere presence of cock in my mouth. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "Goddamn good looking and decent dome." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. Even though there's room for improvement." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <<else>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had trouble keeping my eyes on his, not wanting to lose the thread and rhythm of what I was doing. Why was it taking him so long to get hard. I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I wasn't some blowjob virtuoso. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Nope. I immediately gagged and pulled back, coughing, his cock swinging free from my mouth. <br><br> "Nuh-uh." He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, pushing my face against his cock as I tried to recover. I felt my spit wiping across my face as my brain fought with my autonomic system trying to regain some composure. "Deeper." He repeated, stonier. <br><br> Taking him back in before I was ready, my body responded with a gag at the bare presence of his meat. Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, gagging and making noises. "Not impressed. We'll work on that." <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mout stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> If it weren't for the rigidity of his cock and the rare grunt he made, I would have thought I was absolutely shit at this. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. I only wished I could tell he was liking it more.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> I wished I wasn't this shit at head. For a number of reasons: first, because I might be able to get him off and impress the boss-man; second, because then I could pay more attention to what was going on around me and maybe get some intel; third, so that it wasn't so fucking //hard//. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my untrained mouth. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "You're lucky you're goddamn good looking." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. Even though we're going to have to work on your abilities." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <</if>> <<path>> Maybe I can cockblock Niño, too? <<contents>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel -->> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> I use the pressure to get closer to him, my hand going where he wanted my head to go, giving the front of his jeans a stroke as I leaned in to give him a kiss. <br><br> His fingers grabbed at my hair and tugged back. Suddenly. Viciously. I felt like the roots were about to come free. "What the fuck are you doing." My lips were an inch from his. There was a hardly restrained fury in the black holes that were his eyes. <br><br> "I--" <br><br> "Shut up." His free hand cracked across my face. He was still holding a fistful of hair and it yanked at my roots again. "If you're not going to be a good whore, we don't want you." He shoved me back. He dropped his ass back on the edge of the desk and dropped into a good manspread. <br><br> Okay. That wasn't a good move and wasn't going to work on him. It was on my <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<link "knees">><<replace "#nino">> <<SexSkill oral>> It wasn't how I envisioned my first 'job' here, but there I was, unzipping the reflective front of his jeans and working them down enough to free his cock. He was freeballing and opening the pants gave a blast of him being uncontained the entire day. <br><br> He was hung long and uncut, not a bit aroused, limp and out of his fly as he stayed motionless, quiet, just the slightly firm pressure on the back of my head. Yeah, yeah, I got the hint. I took him in my mouth, soft and squidgy, and began to work him with my tongue, lips and firm suction. <br><br> He nudged at the base of my skull, wanting my eyes up. I made eye contact as the vision of him swayed, back and forth massaging his cock with my mouth. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <br><br> "Mmm-hmm." He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> I kept my eyes up, defiantly unconcerned with having his length fully inserted, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. "Well, well, well." He chuckled, cocking his head to the side in the first reaction I'd seen from him, curious as he watched my cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag. And he was getting distracted from his work, looking down at me with a frown, suddenly changing the tempo and the force, trying to make my body react to his cock. And getting frustrated that I wasn't. Once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a great job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't deepthroating a cock. <br><br> And then //my// name. He was reporting on what I was doing to him in that moment. Datu didn't respond and I wondered what that meant. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "Goddamn good looking and you've got skills I've never experienced, girl." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel += 2>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <br><br> "Mmm-hmm." He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I felt my stomach tighten once as I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> Tears were beginning to peek at the corner of my eyes, but I kept them up, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. "Well, well, well." He chuckled, seeing my eyes tense and body lurch slightly as I fought the instinctive gag, cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "Goddamn good looking and great dome." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. And you earned it." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Still, I gagged. I held down, clenching my eyes as I tried to resist my body. <br><br> "Mmm-hmm." He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch despite the trouble I was having. My mouth flooded with saliva, my stomach was heaving. I was on the verge of losing it on his lap. <br><br> Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him at the base regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, and hilted fully on him, gagging and making noises. "Alright." He chuckled, "We'll work on that." <br><br> He freed me and I swallowed, quietly trying to not show how close that had been to a complete loss. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the instant gag I felt surging up at the mere presence of cock in my mouth. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "Goddamn good looking and decent dome." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. Even though there's room for improvement." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <<else>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had trouble keeping my eyes on his, not wanting to lose the thread and rhythm of what I was doing. Why was it taking him so long to get hard. I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I wasn't some blowjob virtuoso. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Nope. I immediately gagged and pulled back, coughing, his cock swinging free from my mouth. <br><br> "Nuh-uh." He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, pushing my face against his cock as I tried to recover. I felt my spit wiping across my face as my brain fought with my autonomic system trying to regain some composure. "Deeper." He repeated, stonier. <br><br> Taking him back in before I was ready, my body responded with a gag at the bare presence of his meat. Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, gagging and making noises. "Not impressed. We'll work on that." <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mout stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> If it weren't for the rigidity of his cock and the rare grunt he made, I would have thought I was absolutely shit at this. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. I only wished I could tell he was liking it more.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> I wished I wasn't this shit at head. For a number of reasons: first, because I might be able to get him off and impress the boss-man; second, because then I could pay more attention to what was going on around me and maybe get some intel; third, so that it wasn't so fucking //hard//. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my untrained mouth. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "You're lucky you're goddamn good looking." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. I'm a man of my word. Even though we're going to have to work on your abilities." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> A rough first night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <</if>> <</replace>><</link>> or on my <<link "ass">><<replace "#nino">> <<set $employedZZYZX = false>> <<set $clubJob = "none">> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel -= 2>> <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel = -2>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<Stats Suggestible -->> <<face hurt2 runny>> "This...wasn't what I wanted." The words were true, and came strained from my throat. I was fighting back tears. I felt the throbbing of my scalp and my cheekbone. I wondered if it was the first of extensive pain that would lead to my death tonight. But I wasn't going to do this. <br><br> His weight shifted forward again. I couldn't help but flinch. I expected another strike. He got incredibly close, leaned past me and tugged the door open. Not a word, not even a look. <br><br> I scrambled back and out of his office, down the hallway, through the throbbing club and out the front door before I was willing to breathe. <br><br> I doubled over in the street, hands on my knees, panting and letting the tears fall. How close had I come to being his personal sextoy? How close had I come to being //killed//? <br><br> This is the kind of world I was getting involved in and I had dived in too far, too fast. <br><br> Rather than wait for someone to come out and finish whatever job he wanted done, I moved down and away from the Club as fast as my feet would carry me and before I had recovered emotionally. <br><br> I sobbed the whole way back. I sobbed my way to sleep. <br><br> I would never risk going back through those doors again. My employment was clearly over, but so was my access to the Club. I'd have to find some other way to approach my mission. <br><br> And as I fell off to a fitful slumber I could only think that I had just put the whole operation in jeopardy. Increased the difficulty by a sizeable margin if not entirely impossible. <br><br> But I was [[alive|HomeBase]] and intact. <</replace>><</link>>. <</crossroads>> <<elseif $D1John is "Prince">> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Sallah")>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Palatial estate */ <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> He literally did have a car waiting outside. A black stretch sedan, idling and looking massively out of character for this neighborhood. It was attracting attention and I could tell he enjoyed that: a little smirk on his face as he guided me outside. <br><br> Guiding was a strong word. I had the //impression// of his touch on my lower back. I felt the air fluttering against my bare skin from the passage of his robes. It had the sense of avoidance bordering on disdain that confused me. We were going to have sex for money, right? <br><br> I hadn't seen money exchange hands, and wondered if I was going to have to handle that myself. I had no direction and the distinct feeling that I was supposed to innately know. Questions seemed taboo. Taboo. Funny word at that moment. <br><br> It also seemed so odd and unsettling to be taken 'offsite'. Thoughts, memories, and stories passed through my head as I thought of lot lizards climbing into trucks or off to the nextdoor motel, girls on the corner doing their work there on the street, brothels having their own setup onsite. And yet, the club had its own sex workers with no location for us -- ugh that was so weird -- to do the thing. It felt dangerous and vague. <br><br> And here I was, climbing into a car with a stranger. If it would have mattered at all, I would have been concerned that my new job was expecting me to not only go offsite, but straight to whoever's home I was with that evening. Or not even their home. Potentially a killroom. Fucking insane practices. <br><br> It was a spacious backseat and he made it easy to notice, moving to the seat opposite me as he watched me climb in. Instinctively, I moved to join him and he held up one hand, "No." <br><br> "Oh. Okay." I coughed out, frowning in confusion as I dropped my ass back into //my// seat. He reached up, rapping on darkened window to his driver with the gold rings on his right hand. <br><br> The car rumbled forward and his eyes went over me once, seeing me in better light for the first time. Then a flick of his wrist at me, "Take it off." <br><br> "My--" <br><br> "Yes. You're not a follower of Allah." It wasn't a question. He had judged me, and girls like me. "Only righteous women have the right to covering themselves in the eyes of God." Then he chuckled, "If you call //that// covering yourself." Another flick of his wrist, looking off to the side dismissively. <br><br> I started slowly, thinking he was looking for a striptease. I carefully folded the first <<link "article">><<upper>><</link>> beside me. I let my eyes flash at him as he saw bare flesh. <br><br> "What are you doing? I said. //Off//." He wasn't angry. He wasn't yelling. But the force behind the words spoke of a lifetime of authority. <br><br> I scrambled, pulling <<link "everything">><<lower>><<bra>><<panties>><</link>> except my shoes off. I sat there, looking at him with wide eyes, tits jiggling with the speedbumps in the road, feeling the cold AC have its effect on my nipples and skinbumps. <br><br> "Off." The wrist-flick was down at my feet. I nodded and reached down, removing <<link "them">><<feet>><<socks>><</link>>, and wondering if he was just wanting a show and making me put it all back on when we arrived. <br><br> And we sat there, looking at each other. A fully-naked girl across from a fully-robed Prince. He didn't say a word. He didn't invite me to speak either. His eyes were methodical, beginning with my feet and moving up my <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>>long and lithe legs<<else>>legs<</if>> and then stopped between my legs. He flicked his wrist again, wanting a better view than my normal sitting posture. I spread. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>>I think he was surprised by how I dropped back against the seat and let my legs splay, lifting my feet and knees off the ground, truly enjoying the display. He wanted a front-row seat? He could have it.<<else>>My body wanted to tense, wanted to cross, wanted to close, but he wanted me open, revealed to him. Displayed like some new acquisition.<</if>> <<if $Body.pubes is "bald">><<set _sexability ++>>"Good girl." He nodded, gazing at my unadorned pussy, "//Good// girl."<<elseif $Body.pubes is "strip">>"Nearly." He sighed, "Americans with their 'fashion'. Idiotic."<<elseif $Body.pubes is "bikini">><<set _sexability -->>I think I saw a gag catch in his throat as he looked at my pubes, "Disgusting Americans."<<else>><<set _sexability -= 2>>"No, no, no. Fucking disgusting Americans." I think he was literally gagging looking at my pubic hair. "I will have a word with Tao."<</if>> And then he looked away, done with his inspection. <br><br> It was weird as fuck being there completely naked and knowing I had to stay that way. But also with him there, but ignoring me. I wondered if the driver could see me, I was on a direct sight line if there was a two-way aspect to that window. <br><br> I didn't have to endure the weirdness for long though, as the car rolled to a stop and the Prince lifted off his seat and motioned for me to go ahead of him. I started to grab my clothes to pull them back on and he <<shake 3s>>smacked<</shake>> me across my cheek. It wasn't to hurt, but it did sting. "No. Leave them." <br><br> I shuddered, having no idea who was about to see me, or for how long. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>><<state aroused>>And I //loved// it.<</if>> <br><br> Caressing my warmed cheek, I slid out of the vehicle ahead of him, bare feet meeting gravel -- not happy about that -- and presented by some gated large building. Goddamn he had money. At least it was shielded from the general public, not like we were about to walk through a hotel or apartment building. <br><br> All the same, there were more than enough viewers. Women starkly contrasting me as they were hidden except their eyes, which didn't even consider me. Purposefully ignoring me. Maybe because of what I was, maybe because of who //he// was. <br><br> I crunched my way along, knowing the direction at least meant into the large house. The men, on the other hand, were mostly in smart suits and took full advantage of watching me try to pick my way up the gravel driveway -- why couldn't he have parked closer? -- tits bouncing, ass jiggling, unable to cover everything so just having to cover nothing. <br><br> He trailed behind me, maintaining this insipid distance. <br><br> Finally, the hardness of cool granite replaced the gravel underfoot, though a couple chunks dug in hard to the soft padding of my soles when I stepped up, nearly sending me toppling onto all fours in surprise. I brushed them off and contined into the resplendent indoors. The AC was throbbing. My nipples were harder than the marble floors. Probably colder, too. I could feel every single hair on my body lifting. My pussy shrank in as much a 'shrinkage' reaction as I imagine men have. <br><br> Not a word was spoken, but a subtle turn of a body, shift of the shoulders and his entourage was using body language to guide me through the building at every step, every intersection. <br><br> The final one opened large, heavy doors, revealing his massive bedroom. <br><br> Without guidance now, I went off instinct and headed to the bed. I heard him clearing his throat, behind me, "That is for wives." He was disrobing, starting from the top, down. His chin motioned towards the divan he was standing near. <br><br> Well, I felt absolutely worthless at this point. I plopped down, dejected, on the edge of it, though thankful for the plush material under my ass and covering my snatch -- body warmth undoing what the AC had done. <br><br> I watched his saggy skin reveal, piecemeal, then the perfect circle of his distended stomach. His liver spots. His cockhead stuck free and clear, shaft pulsing softly and towards me. Again, following instinct, I leaning in to give him a blowjob. <br><br> Another <<shake 1s>>smack<</shake>> across my other cheek. "Lay back." Less stunned than last time, but still not liking his manner with me. I dropped back, shifting my hips and shoulders to make the divan as much of a 'twin-sized' bed as I could manage. But my shoulders and neck were crammed against one side and my ass barely had clearance at the other end, legs aloft as my knees rested on the other arm. "No, no..." he sighed, flicking his wrist //again// in a roll-over <<linkexpand "gesture.">> gesture. <<dollRearView>> <br><br> Oh, he was going straight for the fuck. A second shift of my hips. Twisting them and rolling onto all fours. As I moved, so did he, feeling his cool, dry hands meeting my asscheeks and the tip of his cock poking between my thighs. __No__ foreplay? I figured that he'd be offended if I licked my fingers first. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile is true>> I looked back, shocked, wanting to grasp his unwrapped cock but also not wanting to take another strike across my face, "Um. Do you have a condom?" <br><br> His tip nocked into my opening. I hated that the warmth of his cock felt nice on my pussy compared to the frigid air. "Sacrilige. There's a reason I always have first nights. Prima nocta. //Always//." And he pushed forward, entering me with a grunt from the effort of having no lubrication. <br><br> <</if>> Shit. He was going to fuck a sex worker and wasn't going to wrap up. What. The. Fuck. <br><br> I felt a churn in my stomach. Only partially from his misuse of my throat moments ago. <br><br> I made a mental note to figure out what to be doing in situations like these. Late for pointers now, but better late than never. For the moment, it looked like I was taking this guy rawdog. I crossed my fingers he didn't have anything. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> I felt a heat rising from my clenching internal organs. Fuck, I hated my lizard brain sometime. I was turned //on// by this. And I was disgusted with that fact. Still, my pussy was begging for it. <br><br> <</if>> My toes pressed against the foot of the divan, the pressure from behind pushed my head forward and my hands and chin were fighting with the other end of it -- <<if $CC.height == 2>>My knees were up against my tits, shoulders twisted and one against the front arm. I was pinned front and back trying to fit on the divan. This thing was made for people muuuch shorter than me. I don't know if there //was// a comfortable way for me to use this thing.<<elseif $CC.height == 1>>My shoulders twisted, one against the front arm. I was being pinned against it because this thing was built for people much shorter than me -- or just arranged differently.<<else>>there was barely enough room for me on the thing.<</if>> <br><br> "Hahhhh." It was an extended, light exclamation as my pussy complained with the insertion. He, unsurprisingly, ignored me. His groan deepened as he found more depth within me. One long, steady stroke and he was within me. I felt his cock jerking, probably spurting precum inside me for some lubrication. Small, gross gifts, I guess. He shifted forward on his feet, the last half inch or so hilting within me as I felt his skin jiggling and now pressing against me from behind. His nuts were tight and two little globes pressed up against my mound, bounding either side of my clit. <br><br> He drew back slowly and we both felt every ridge of my soft inner walls pulling against his full, bare shaft. And then he thrust forward, hard, precisely. I felt the sharp explosion of sensation as those clutched testicles collided with my nub. "Hah!" Another sharp exclamation from that hit and the deep jam of his cockhead. It was //right// into my cervix, no warm-up, my body was less than prepared to be taking the length of a cock. But I was taking the length of his cock. <br><br> He laid his hands on either side of my sacrum, pressing down on me as he drew slowly and slammed forward. <br><br> Positioned like this, in the center of the luxurious room, crammed onto this small not-bed with an old Prince behind me, just standing there and fucking me, it felt exactly like it was. I was being conquered and claimed. And he wanted to take. His. Time. <br><br> <<if _sexability gt 5>> His regularity was short-lived. My body was more than he was prepared for too and he became ragged and jerky, my pussy too much for him. I enjoyed hearing his grunting -- I could tell he was trying to stay dispassionate, but he couldn't -- a kind of small conquest of him. But the best victory was how almost instantaneously he was about to blow his load. I was ruining his plans, even if it resulted in him cumming. I was great at this and I don't think he had //any// concept of new girl being a fantastic fuck. <<elseif _sexability gt 3>> I was squeaking out, hoping beyond hope to hear some reaction from him, some small win for me as he took me. I was another in a long line of fresh girls for him. They didn't come though, my only victory over him was that I was able to get him off pretty quickly. There was an intentionality to the way he was fucking me and I could tell he wanted me to endure this, experience as much of this for as long as possible, but I was good at it and I don't think he planned on new girl being a good fuck. <<else>> I was squeaking, hoping beyond hope to hear some reaction from him, some small win for me as he took me. I was another in a long line of fresh girls for him. They didn't come though. Nothing did. He beat his hips against me, smacking me again, this time with hips crotch against my ass, nuts to my mound, cock to my cervix, spearing me on his manhood methodically. There was an intentionality to the way he was fucking me and I could tell he wanted me to endure this, experience as much of this for as long as possible. Another reason for a new girl -- not as good fucks. He was in control. <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> Those knocking nuts were too much for me. <<shake 3s>>"F-fuckkkk."<</shake>> I bit at the cushioned arm of the divan, my feet kicking back hard against the foor as my body twitched without any space. My pussy clamped along his cock while he kept pace. <br><br> "Shh." He grunted out. I could tell he didn't want me cumming. I didn't know if //I// wanted to be cumming either, enjoying this position I was in. But I couldn't help it and neither could he. A few moments later I was shuddering out another one. <br><br> <<else>> I was huffing, debating internally whether I wanted to enjoy what I was doing or not. Enduring and a lack of enjoyment seemed his plan and he did a fantastic job. My body relished in the penetration and the push, pull of his cock, but it was at the most base level. I never came //close// to anything resembling an orgasm. <br><br> <</if>> Then came firm, final <<linkexpand "thrusts.">> <<face shock>> thrusts. <br><br> He breathed out deeply with each one, then I felt his fingers curl into my sacral bone, sharp manicured fingers pulling at me as he pressed forward, full-insertion as he began to cum. Despite him blowing his load, the room was essentially quiet. He breathed. I panted. I felt the underside of his shaft pulsing and the hot explosions deep within me as he emptied his old man load into my belly. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile == true>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> I whimpered, pressing my pussy back against him as the basest instincts took over. I heard him hmm pleasantly surprised and pushed harder against me in return.<<else>>I whimpered, my face a wash of emotions that he couldn't see as I faced forward. But what could I do? One of my hands, curled from being pushed against the arm of the divan crossed a couple fingers as I felt his heat blooming inside me. Hoping it was the last one. <</if>> <</if>> And then it was over. His fingernails still bit at my lower back. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. He shifted again behind me, squaring up and moving forward, ensuring a tighter, closer connection. The globes of his testes rolled slowly on either side of my clit, pushing into the cushion of my mound. <br><br> The room got quieter. I knew what was expected and I knew what would happen if I did anything else. Despite my discomfort, I remained still as a stone, cock slowly shrinking inside me til it popped free, unable to remain inside me. Cum followed instantly. He pushed my hips hard before I realized what was happening and I spilled awkwardly and //hard// onto the floor. "Not. On the divan." <br><br> I looked up at him, shocked for so many reasons, and now getting another, post-fuck, post-creampie look at who he was, what he looked like. <br><br> "Stop gawking and get out. Dirty American slut." He raised a hand and I knew what was coming. My bare feet tried to find purchase on the smooth floor, it took a few tries but eventually I was up and I was out. <br><br> I don't remember opening the door. I didn't clock needing my clothes until I was descending a set of stairs, thick and cooling cum dripping out of me with each step, fully naked and heading through this home. I was an absolute sight and it was unequivocal what had happened. I tried swallowing, but my mouth and throat were as dry as my pussy was until he wet me with his semen. I didn't know if I should be asking any of these servants for help or just get out. I abortively would start for one and then turn and rush past them. <br><br> And then, thankfully, by the door were my clothes, neatly folded and waiting for me, my shoes ontop. I grabbed them, about to sit down on the chair where they had rested and remembered his reaction on the divan. <br><br> Standing, dripping, leaking and without anything or anyone to help...I got <<link "dressed">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>>. <br><br> Emotions were flooding me, I headed out, finding the car was waiting for me to take it back home. Which was a lucky thing. At least I didn't have to figure that out. I wondered if it was the same driver. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. My first <<linkexpand "encounter.">> encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. Maybe, MAYBE, Sallah would lead to something, sometime. But I had just gotten railed and nutted in by a complete random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<if $Body.fertile>> /* Cassie: Don't we just need one vCardCheckPreg now? */ /* Fict: The other check has no pregnancy chance. So I think you still want both. Follow-up w/ me if you see again. */ <<vCardCheckPreg "Prince Sallah" M "Prince Sallah got to me first, like he did all the girls">> <<else>> <<vCardCheck "Prince Sallah" M "Prince Sallah got to me first, like he did all the girls">> <</if>> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self- <<linkexpand "pity.">> pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $D1John is "Incel">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> /* IMAGE (Needed): Gross, dark and messy apartment*/ He shuffled me outside in a way that was almost a fight for forward momentum more than anything else. The way that he was grasping and grabbing at me with unbridled excitement made it hard to not stumble and fall. And yet, I had to keep going forward because I knew he'd take missteps as an offense or an attempt to duck him. <br><br> "Come on." He grunted gruffly, while the angle and pull of his hand had more of a backward energy to it. <br><br> "I ammmm." It was a giddy, fake but playful laugh that he seemed to gobble up. Twice I nearly fell onto my ass as we stood out in the street as he haphazardly tried to wave down tuk-tuks. I would have thought they were more eager for fares, but empty cabs rode right by us and elicted a number of explitives from him. <br><br> Maybe they felt the same flags about him that I had. <br><br> I hadn't seen money exchange hands, and wondered if I was going to have to handle that myself. I had no direction and the distinct feeling that I was supposed to innately know. Questions seemed taboo. Taboo. Funny word at that moment. <br><br> It also seemed so odd and unsettling to be taken 'offsite'. Thoughts, memories, and stories passed through my head as I thought of lot lizards climbing into trucks or off to the nextdoor motel, girls on the corner doing their work there on the street, brothels having their own setup onsite. And yet, the club had its own sex workers with no location for us -- ugh that was so weird -- to do the thing. It felt dangerous and vague. <br><br> And here I was, climbing into a vehicle with a stranger. <br><br> "Stupid Filipinos." An apologetic laugh and sharp look popped out of me hearing those words coming from him as he was pushing me into the vehicle. I couldn't have any more of that, so as soon as he was seated and the door was shut, I pulled myself tight against him and shoved my tongue in his mouth to shut him up. <br><br> I could feel the moistness of his body -- Manilan humidity certainly not helping -- through his t-shirt. I wanted to recoil, but couldn't. It was my job not to, but also he was pawing me close, //tight//. He was taking full advantage of me initiating a makeout session in the backseat of the tuk-tuk. Probably as a fuck-you to the driver, simply for being a resident of this country. <br><br> <<if $Body.isWearingDress == true>> One slick palm squeezed at my ass, pulling one leg across his lap while his other hand shoved unceremoniously between my thighs, enjoying the entry my outfit gave him. <br><br> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> "Fuck yeah. Slut." He grunted into my mouth as he found my pussy uncovered, instant access to the thing he had paid for. He gave one glancing feel across my mons before jabbing one of his sticky fingers inside me without warning. <br><br> <<else>> He grunted into my mouth as he futzed with my underwear, tugging it aside firmly to get access to the thing he had paid for. He didn't even feel me, simply jamming one of his sticky fingers in as soon as my cleft was undefended. <br><br> <</if>> I felt a shudder go through his body as he felt my warm, soft walls pulling at his finger, "God I love girls like you," breathing into my face while his middle finger pressed to the knuckle and pulled back, twisting side to side a couple times before he added another finger, testing my tightness ungently. <br><br> "Fucking. Tiiiight." He chuckled. I squirmed, trying to fight the sensation of needing to fight his hands, sharply digging at my sensative, soft vagina. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> I clawed against him, squeaking. I don't know if I should have been thankful or grossed out by how I suddenly was overcome with a pulsing orgasm, but I bit down at my lower lip, eyes clenched, trying to imagine someone else, anyone else while his knuckles beat against my mound and he chuckled, feeling my walls clenching tighter on his twisting digits. <br><br> "Yeah, knew you loved it." His other hand squeezed tight at my ass, holding me still with my legs akimbo across him, shuddering through random and surprising peaks whenever he chanced upon my buttons. <<else>> I panted, hissing between my teeth, trying to move my hips to help him find some buttons, my instinct to seek pleasure too great while my mind was asking, "WTF <<print $CC.name>>, you're //trying// to enjoy yourself with this nasty guy?" <br><br> His hand squeezed at my ass, holding me still with my legs akimbo, making it difficult for me to even try to enjoy myself as I grunted and he beat his knuckles against my mound, "Yeah, I knew you liked it." <</if>> <<else>> One slick palm squeezed at my ass, pulling one leg across his lap while his other hand tried to fiddle with my clothing to get inside, desperately wanting better access to my body than my outfit gave him. <br><br> My hands battled with him the only way I knew how: interlace fingers, play and tease with my hands as a way to distract and interdict him. I knew he wouldn't accept an out-and-out no. <</if>> <br><br> Luckily, it was a short ride, though it took the driver firmly announcing, "Here." Multiple times before this guy could be bothered to stop tonguing my face so that he could get to the main course in just a few moments. He leaned forward, unkindly dropping some bills to the driver and then tugged me out of the car. <br><br> I wondered if this is how he treated all of the people in his life as he buzzed us in the door and manhandled me through the narrow hallway to a dingy-lit elevator. If it would have mattered at all, I would have been concerned that my new job was expecting me to not only go offsite, but straight to whoever's home I was with that evening. Or not even their home. Potentially a killroom. Fucking insane practices. <br><br> It didn't surprise me that he had to resort to paid companionship, nor the state of his apartment. It had a stale quality of needing a good clean. There was an undercurrent of day or two old takeout either in the trash or on some random table. He had to push aside some bags and shoes that were by the door to make for our entry. <br><br> He didn't flick on the light, "We're going back there." He pointed. I hoped I wouldn't tumble to my doom over something else underfoot on the way. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception" "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 2>> It was definitely a minefield, but I was able to make do with the hint of light that escaped his drawn curtains. Was he hiding from the world even here? <<else>> It was definitely a minefield and even with the hint of light that escaped his drawn curtains, I thudded hard against one of the walls right outside of his bedroom. I heard him laugh behind me and kick whatever it was that had stumbled me and out of his way as he followed, unconcerned and unhelpful as I righted myself and continued into his room. <</if>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<face angry runny>> <<SexSkill oral>> <br><br> His bedroom was worse, if that was imaginable. When had the sheets been washed -- or even changed? I finally saw some of the discarded food items and cartons beside the bedframe and immediately regretted laying eyes on it. "Why aren't you on your knees?" <br><br> Tension arrived at the base of my neck. Yet where I'd normally fight or say //anything// in response, I was left quiet and reminding myself why I was there. ''What'' I was, there. So, I was on my knees, fingers finding the elastic waistband of his sweatpants, pulling towards me and working them down. His hard cockhead caught on the fabric like a hook, fighting my efforts and he just stood there, watching me. The sweats collected at his sandals once the cock was out. I had expected more length. It wasn't short, but it certainly wasn't the longest I had seen, but it __was__ the weirdest penis I had ever seen. More egg-shaped than phallic, I didn't know they grew them that way. <br><br> He grabbed at my head and the tightness he had cause fought him as he shoved his dick against my face, digging in to get at my mouth. I mmphed, wrapping my lips around the odd shape as best I could. "Yeah, it's okay. I'll teach you what you're supposed to do." <br><br> Pull. Pull. Pull. He was fucking my face on his cock. I glacked and glucked, my nose banging against the padding above his dick. I was fighting to relax and try and show him I could do it, but he wasn't giving me the chance. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> "Oh shitttt. First night, but //not// first time. How much you been around, you dirty slut?" He grunted, voice thick with pleasure as he found he could shove that thing fully into my mouth, into my throat and with no problem. So he kept at it, staring down at me as he yanked my head forward against his crotch. <br><br> And then, he was done. No longer holding the back of my head, he released me, but I kept rooted at the base, looking up at him, having a moment to truly feel the shape pushing at my tongue, roof of my mouth, the back of my throat. "Oh ho." He stood there, slack and just watching me before I pulled off slowly, withdrawing him from me. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> "Ha. Nice. First night, but //not// first time. How much you been around, slut?" He grunted, voice thick with pleasure as he found he could shove that thing fully into my mouth, even into my throat. My body lurched, my eyes watered, but I wasn't vomiting, so he kept at it, staring down at me as he yanked my head forward against his crotch. <br><br> And then, he was done. No longer holding the back of my head, he released me, I pulled off quickly, gasping and wiping my mouth. My tummy was spasming still and I felt tingling down my hands and feet from the lack of oxygen. "See, you're fine." <<else>> "MM. Hmm. MM. Hmm." He grunted, voice thick with pleasure, frowning slightly as he tried to shove the whole thing into my mouth and kept endeavoring at my throat. I gagged, body lurching, eyes watering and my hands pressed at his thighs, and he kept doing it, only giving me a slight break right before I was about to retch. He had done this before and enough to see the warning signs. <br><br> And then, he was done. No longer holding the back of my head, he released me, I yanked, gasping and bent over on all fours. My tummy was spasming still and I felt tingling down my hands and feet from the lack of oxygen. I saw saliva dripping from my mouth onto the bare floor, my tears dripping from my nose -- and other liquids there too. "See, you're fine." <</if>> <br><br> Grunting, I lifted myself off the floor. He gave a head motion over towards the bed, turning himself and literally peeling the shirt up and over his head. He was thickly built but in a way that hid the weight. It was like he was a block of cheese, not an express gut or mantits, just a square of being heavy. <br><br> "My turn to see //your// body." He literally licked his lips, waving his hand like 'hurry up.' <br><br> Off came my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>>. <<if $Body.braless == true>>He groaned, showing me his yellowed teeth watching my tits come free.<<else>>His eyes were stuck on my bra. I unclasped and <<link "dropped it">><<bra>><</link>>. He groaned showing me his yellowed teeth watching my tits come free.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Body.isWearingDress == true>> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> His cock jerked again, seeing me fully naked in front of him. <<else>> I thumbed my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> off me, hearing his deep sigh and seeing his cock jerk again at eye-level as he saw me fully naked now. <</if>> <<else>> My hands worked everything off <<link "together">><<panties>><<lower>><</link>>, seeing his cock jerk again at eye-level as he saw me fully naked now in front of him. <</if>> <br><br> I was stepping out of my garments, feeling every ounce of what it was to be a prostitute right then. Every act, every word made me feel worthless and his property for a period of time. I reached down for my shoes and he smacked my hand, "Nuh-uh, you can keep those on." And then grabbed me under my arms and lifted, putting me on the bed as his hips pushed forward, forcing my thighs apart. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile is true>> "Wait, wait, wait." Fury immediately burned in his watery blue eyes, "S-sorry. We just need protection." <br><br> "A girl your age? Are you telling me you've got something? Because I don't believe you. I'm feeling your <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age lte 0>>teen <</if>>pussy bare, understand?" <br><br> I made a mental note to figure out what to be doing in situations like these. Late for pointers now, but better late than never. For the moment, I had to go with my gut... <br><br> <div id="nocondom"> <<crossroads #nocondom>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1 && !$Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> I wasn't going to let him do that. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have enough self-worth to fight just being rawdogged, or she //likes// it. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Wiles" "Deception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 2>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> "I..." putting on my best act, I looked off to the side, "...think I took my Valtrex." The last part was almost a whisper, biting my lower lip and regaining eye contact, "You have no idea how many times I've heard guys say that." I laughed. Play like it was a constant occurrence, make him wonder exactly how much I had been around. This might be my first night working at the //club// but it wasn't my first time with a guy inside me, and hell, might not be the first time I //worked//. <br><br> I saw the anger and fear ripple across his irises. Grumbling, he grabbed me and pinned me down by the chest, holding me still as he reached for his side drawer. They were __right__ ''there'', asshole. And then he started to loose his erection. He had to let go of me to stroke himself and teethed the wrapper open before fighting the rubber over his weird-looking cock. <br><br> Okay. That worked. But definitely had more risks attached based on the reaction...and if he didn't believe me, or liked my carefree, legs-open attitude? Or...if he had something and so had no risk. Not sure that was the go-to. <br><br> "Fine, there." He grunted and pushed my thighs open harder than he needed to. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max.<<else>>My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <br><br> His arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as he grasped his cock, aimed and drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>>"OW!" I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <br><br> <<if _sexability gt 5>> "Mother. Fucker. That pussy." I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "H-holy f-fuck." He was overwhelmed, even with the barrier between us, I was working him off quickly. Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. It was giving him levels of pleasure he hadn't experienced before and he was hungry for it. "Hot little cunt..." His eyes were rolling, he couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<elseif _sexability gt 3>> "Mmm. Good pussy." I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "Take. That. Cock." His face was a grin, even with the barrier between us, I was working him off. Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. I could tell he hadn't expected it to be this good, protected, but he was hungry for it. "Little cunt..." He couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<else>> "Mmm." He frowned, focusing as he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "Take. That. Cock." His face was full of focus, with the barrier between us, he wasn't enjoying himself as much as he would. "Goddammit. Come on, little cunt..." He was working hard, trying to find his release with me, couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <br><br> He grunted loudly. His body shoved hard against me as he tried to find the places my pussy pleased him best. He wasn't athletic, but his body had hidden strength and he was using it to fuck me. I whimpered. I squealed and pouted. And he seemed to like it. A lot. <br><br> "Thought. You'd. Be. A better. Fuck." He talked to me as he thrust, "Whatever. I'll still. Nut." <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> And then my thoughts began to shift from disgust, discomfort and confusion to a sudden rising enjoyment. Though that misshapen thing hurt pulling out and stuffing back in -- pussy was made for more uniform thickness -- it also tugged at me and pushed against my spots in ways I had never experienced. And I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>. My heels pressed against his kidneys, pulling him against me as my body responded unexpectedly. <br><br> "Yeah, cum on that cock. God you fuckin love getting fucked don't you." He grunted out, thrusting harder, spearing me with his meat. His eyes took on a quality of his own surprise, watching him making me cum with his cock. <<shake 4s>>Again.<</shake>>. <<shake 6s>>Agaiiiin.<</shake>> And he loved it. I wanted it to end, but my body didn't. <<else>> I was less than surprised at how little enjoyment I got out of the whole thing. It was more like counting time, watching him lurch against me, feeling the wide-in-the-middle cock pop in and tug free like a knot that shocked me every time. Pussy was designed for thickness a bit more consistent, not that thing. It only added insult to injury. <</if>> <br><br> But it did <<linkexpand "end">> <<face angry>> end. <br><br> <<cumSpray body2>> He shoved forward with a loud yell, pushing me back towards with wall with the force of his final fucking. His hands stepped their way forward and the saliva finally fell, right across my face. His cock pulsed and swelled in me as he filled the condom. He huffed and looked down at me, pawing one of his hands across my face as he finished, giving a few remaining thumps against my pussy to get his whole orgasm out. <br><br> "God, yer a fuckin ''treat''." He laughed, leaning in to lick me across my face, missing the place where the saliva hit, so now I had two drying wetnesses on my mussed makeup. <br><br> And then, as perfunctory as the mounting had been, he dismounted. The pull of that egg-dick from me was less pleasant than the thrusting or sticking in. It was really sudden, very careless, and surprisingly he was still mostly holding shape despite having just blown his load. <br><br> He reached down, pulling the condom off his shaft with a disgusted look on his face, flicking it up onto my chest, "There. You wanted a condom, you can have it." <br><br> He dropped off the bed, making the thing rock and bounce with the lack of his weight. He stretched like he was getting up from a good sleep, his flat ass tensing in my view as the sticky load seeped from his discarded rubber onto my chest and down my belly. <br><br> Looking back over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow, "If you're sticking around, I'm gonna fuck you again." It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. Just him telling me how it was. He smiled, watching me try and treat his condom with some ounce of respect, quickly sliding off the bed, depositing it and grabbing my clothes. <br><br> I wanted out of there. Now. <br><br> Not bothering for a quick rinse off or wipe-down, I tugged my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>>, leaning against the door jamb for support -- and to be as close to a speedy departure as possible. <br><br> He didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I just got out, grabbed a tuk-tuk back home like my life depended <<linkexpand "on it.">> on it. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. My first encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. That __incel__ would never get me ''anywhere''. I had just gotten railed by a complete, //gross// random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den, as my first John">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> "I..." putting on my best act, I looked off to the side, "...I'm not on birth control, though." The last part was almost a whisper, biting my lower lip and regaining eye contact, puppy dog look, hand stroking down his mid-section to grasp and stroke his cock. Mostly to keep it out of me, but also to tease and please him. <br><br> He smiled ruefully, "Should be with what you're doing." It felt like a spider crawling up from my asscrack to the base of my skull as he leaned forward anyway, ignoring my request. "Put my cock in you." His request now. Ignoring my fertile state and making it be //me// that took us the next step. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy and really liked going unprotected now -- I could practically smell his excitement. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max.<<else>>My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <br><br> My arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as I grasped his cock, aiming it unhappily til the conical tip found my slit and then my hand hit hard against my mound, cock shoving through my hand like extra pussy as he instantly drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>>"OW!" I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <br><br> <<if _sexability gt 3>> "Mother. Fucker. That pussy." I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "H-holy f-fuck." He was overwhelmed, especially bareback, I was working him off quickly. "Feels fuckin good, donnit?" Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. It was giving him levels of pleasure he hadn't experienced before and he was hungry for it. "Hot little cunt..." His eyes were rolling, he couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<elseif _sexability gt 1>> "Mmm. Good pussy." I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "Take. That. Cock." His face was a grin, especially bareback, I was working him off. "Feel it?" Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. "Feeeel that cock." I could tell he hadn't expected it to be this good, but he was hungry for it. "Little cunt..." He couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<else>> "Mmm." He frowned, focusing as he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "Take. That. Cock." His face was full of focus, even unprotected, he wasn't enjoying himself as much as he would. "Goddammit. Come on, little cunt..." He was working hard, trying to find his release with me, couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <br><br> He grunted loudly. His body shoved hard against me as he tried to find the places my pussy pleased him best. He wasn't athletic, but his body had hidden strength and he was using it to fuck me. I whimpered. I squealed and pouted. And he seemed to like it. A lot. <br><br> "Thought. You'd. Be. A better. Fuck." He talked to me as he thrust, "Whatever. I'll still. Nut." <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> And then my thoughts began to shift from disgust, discomfort and confusion to a sudden rising enjoyment. Though that misshapen thing hurt pulling out and stuffing back in -- pussy was made for more uniform thickness -- it also tugged at me and pushed against my spots in ways I had never experienced. And I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>. My heels pressed against his kidneys, pulling him against me as my body responded unexpectedly. <br><br> "Yeah, cum on that cock. God you fuckin love getting fucked don't you." He grunted out, thrusting harder, spearing me with his meat. His eyes took on a quality of his own surprise, watching him making me cum with his cock. <<shake 4s>>Again.<</shake>>. <<shake 6s>>Agaiiiin.<</shake>> And he loved it. I wanted it to end, but my body didn't. <<else>> I was less than surprised at how little enjoyment I got out of the whole thing. It was more like counting time, watching him lurch against me, feeling the wide-in-the-middle cock pop in and tug free like a knot that shocked me every time. Pussy was designed for thickness a bit more consistent, not that thing. It only added insult to injury. <</if>> <br><br> But it did <<linkexpand "end.">> <<face angry>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy2 thighs2>> end. <br><br> He shoved forward with a loud yell, pushing me back towards with wall with the force of his final fucking. His hands stepped their way forward and the saliva finally fell, right across my face. His cock pulsed and swelled in me as big blasts of warmth spewed inside me. He huffed, shoving deep, getting his sticky semen ballsdeep inside me. With a shuddering groan, he looked down at me, pawing one of his hands across my face, giving a few remaining thumps against my pussy to get his whole orgasm out. <br><br> "God, yer a fuckin ''treat''." He laughed, leaning in to lick me across my face, missing the place where the saliva hit, so now I had two drying wetnesses on my mussed makeup. <br><br> And then, as perfunctory as the mounting had been, he dismounted. The pull of that egg-dick from me was less pleasant than the thrusting or sticking in. It was really sudden, very careless, and surprisingly he was still mostly holding shape despite having just blown his load. <br><br> He stopped a moment, eyes between my legs as they dropped from where I'd been keeping them, watching my pink slit slowly begin to show what he'd pumped inside me. "God I fuckin //filled// you. How's that feel?" He smiled up at me, patting hard at my inner thigh, "You're good at taking loads. Get on something," he shrugged and chuckled pleased with himself, "Or not." And then reached across me. I could feel the heat of his large body as it leaned against me once more. <br><br> Groping a tit, he dug in the beside table before grabbing something and flicking it right in my face. I coughed, jerking in surprise as the part-plastic, part-aluminum cold casing hit me. I wondered if it cut me. "There. You wanted a condom, you can have it." He had them the whole time. Asshole. <br><br> He dropped off the bed, making the thing rock and bounce with the lack of his weight. He stretched like he was getting up from a good sleep, his flat ass tensing in my view as the sticky load seeped finally from my hole and down my asscheek. I wanted to fling the condom back at him, but just took it. <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Condom")>> <br><br> Looking back over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow, "If you're sticking around, I'm gonna fuck you again." It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. Just him telling me how it was. He smiled, watching me disregard the flow from my snatch -- his bed was already dirty enough, probably with cum -- quickly sliding off the bed, depositing it and grabbing my clothes. <br><br> I wanted out of there. Now. <br><br> Not bothering for a quick rinse off or wipe-down, I tugged my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>>, leaning against the door jamb for support -- and to be as close to a speedy departure as possible. <br><br> He didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I just got out, grabbed a tuk-tuk back home like my life depended <<linkexpand "on it.">> on it. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. My first encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. That __incel__ would never get me ''anywhere''. I had just gotten railed and nutted in by a complete random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den, as my first John">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path>> I guess I was going to get the worst experience first. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>I felt a heat rising from my clenching internal organs. Fuck, I hated my lizard brain sometime. I was turned //on// by this. And I was disgusted with that fact. Still, my pussy was begging for it.<</if>> "Are...you sure?" The last part was almost a whisper, biting my lower lip and regaining eye contact, puppy dog look, hand stroking down his mid-section to grasp and stroke his cock. Mostly to keep it out of me, but also to tease and please him. <br><br> He smiled ruefully, "Fuck yeah. You're on something, or you //should// be." He laughed, not letting me answer. Just telling me what I was thinking as well. It felt like a spider crawling up from my asscrack to the base of my skull as he leaned forward anyway, ignoring my request. "Put my cock in you." His request now. Ignoring my potentially fertile state and making it be //me// that took us the next step. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy and really liked going unprotected now -- I could practically smell his excitement. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max.<<else>>My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <br><br> My arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as I grasped his cock, aiming it unhappily til the conical tip found my slit and then my hand hit hard against my mound, cock shoving through my hand like extra pussy as he instantly drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>>"OW!" I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <br><br> <<if _sexability gt 3>> "Mother. Fucker. That pussy." I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "H-holy f-fuck." He was overwhelmed, especially bareback, I was working him off quickly. "Feels fuckin good, donnit?" Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. It was giving him levels of pleasure he hadn't experienced before and he was hungry for it. "Hot little cunt..." His eyes were rolling, he couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<elseif _sexability gt 1>> "Mmm. Good pussy." I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "Take. That. Cock." His face was a grin, especially bareback, I was working him off. "Feel it?" Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. "Feeeel that cock." I could tell he hadn't expected it to be this good, but he was hungry for it. "Little cunt..." He couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<else>> "Mmm." He frowned, focusing as he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "Take. That. Cock." His face was full of focus, even unprotected, he wasn't enjoying himself as much as he would. "Goddammit. Come on, little cunt..." He was working hard, trying to find his release with me, couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <br><br> He grunted loudly. His body shoved hard against me as he tried to find the places my pussy pleased him best. He wasn't athletic, but his body had hidden strength and he was using it to fuck me. I whimpered. I squealed and pouted. And he seemed to like it. A lot. <br><br> "Thought. You'd. Be. A better. Fuck." He talked to me as he thrust, "Whatever. I'll still. Nut." <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> And then my thoughts began to shift from disgust, discomfort and confusion to a sudden rising enjoyment. Though that misshapen thing hurt pulling out and stuffing back in -- pussy was made for more uniform thickness -- it also tugged at me and pushed against my spots in ways I had never experienced. And I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>. My heels pressed against his kidneys, pulling him against me as my body responded unexpectedly. <br><br> "Yeah, cum on that cock. God you fuckin love getting fucked don't you." He grunted out, thrusting harder, spearing me with his meat. His eyes took on a quality of his own surprise, watching him making me cum with his cock. <<shake 4s>>Again.<</shake>>. <<shake 6s>>Agaiiiin.<</shake>> And he loved it. I wanted it to end, but my body didn't. <<else>> I was less than surprised at how little enjoyment I got out of the whole thing. It was more like counting time, watching him lurch against me, feeling the wide-in-the-middle cock pop in and tug free like a knot that shocked me every time. Pussy was designed for thickness a bit more consistent, not that thing. It only added insult to injury. <</if>> <br><br> But it did <<linkexpand "end.">> <<face angry>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy2 thighs2>> end. <br><br> He shoved forward with a loud yell, pushing me back towards with wall with the force of his final fucking. His hands stepped their way forward and the saliva finally fell, right across my face. His cock pulsed and swelled in me as big blasts of warmth spewed inside me. He huffed, shoving deep, getting his sticky semen ballsdeep inside me. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> And I fucking <<shake 5s>>came<</shake>> too, feeling his weird cock's shape flexing inside me, the sticky big shots of liquid spraying my cervix, the underside of his meat pulsing right before each one. I pulled at him with my heels and pushed my crotch against him as I whined between tight lips. <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> With a shuddering groan, he looked down at me, pawing one of his hands across my face, giving a few remaining thumps against my pussy to get his whole orgasm out. <br><br> "God, yer a fuckin ''treat''." He laughed, leaning in to lick me across my face, missing the place where the saliva hit, so now I had two drying wetnesses on my mussed makeup. <br><br> And then, as perfunctory as the mounting had been, he dismounted. The pull of that egg-dick from me was less pleasant than the thrusting or sticking in. It was really sudden, very careless, and surprisingly he was still mostly holding shape despite having just blown his load. <br><br> He stopped a moment, eyes between my legs as they dropped from where I'd been keeping them, watching my pink slit slowly begin to show what he'd pumped inside me. "God I fuckin //filled// you. How's that feel?" He smiled up at me, patting hard at my inner thigh, "You're good at taking loads. Get on something," he shrugged and chuckled pleased with himself, "Or not." And then reached across me. I could feel the heat of his large body as it leaned against me once more. <br><br> He dropped off the bed, making the thing rock and bounce with the lack of his weight. He stretched like he was getting up from a good sleep, his flat ass tensing in my view as the sticky load seeped finally from my hole and down my asscheek. <br><br> Looking back over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow, "If you're sticking around, I'm gonna fuck you again." It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. Just him telling me how it was. He smiled, watching me disregard the flow from my snatch -- his bed was already dirty enough, probably with cum -- quickly sliding off the bed, depositing it and grabbing my clothes. <br><br> I wanted out of there. Now. <br><br> Not bothering for a quick rinse off or wipe-down, I tugged my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>>, leaning against the door jamb for support -- and to be as close to a speedy departure as possible. <br><br> He didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I just got out, grabbed a tuk-tuk back home like my life depended <<linkexpand "on it.">> on it. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. My first encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. That __incel__ would never get me ''anywhere''. I had just gotten railed and nutted in by a complete random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den, as my first John">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> Shit. He was going to fuck a sex worker and wasn't going to wrap up. What. The. Fuck. <br><br> I felt a churn in my stomach. Only partially from his misuse of my throat moments ago. <br><br> I made a mental note to figure out what to be doing in situations like these. Late for pointers now, but better late than never. For the moment, it looked like I was taking this guy rawdog. I crossed my fingers he didn't have anything. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> I felt a heat rising from my clenching internal organs. Fuck, I hated my lizard brain sometime. I was turned //on// by this. And I was disgusted with that fact. Still, my pussy was begging for it. <</if>> "Are...you sure?" The last part was almost a whisper, biting my lower lip and regaining eye contact, puppy dog look, hand stroking down his mid-section to grasp and stroke his cock. Mostly to keep it out of me, but also to tease and please him. <br><br> He smiled ruefully, "Fuck yeah. You're on something, or you //should// be." He laughed, not letting me answer. Just telling me what I was thinking as well. It felt like a spider crawling up from my asscrack to the base of my skull as he leaned forward anyway, ignoring my request. "Put my cock in you." His request now. Ignoring my potentially fertile state and making it be //me// that took us the next step. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy and really liked going unprotected now -- I could practically smell his excitement. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max.<<else>>My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <br><br> My arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as I grasped his cock, aiming it unhappily til the conical tip found my slit and then my hand hit hard against my mound, cock shoving through my hand like extra pussy as he instantly drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>>"OW!" I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <br><br> <<if _sexability gt 3>> "Mother. Fucker. That pussy." I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "H-holy f-fuck." He was overwhelmed, especially bareback, I was working him off quickly. "Feels fuckin good, donnit?" Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. It was giving him levels of pleasure he hadn't experienced before and he was hungry for it. "Hot little cunt..." His eyes were rolling, he couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<elseif _sexability gt 1>> "Mmm. Good pussy." I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "Take. That. Cock." His face was a grin, especially bareback, I was working him off. "Feel it?" Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. "Feeeel that cock." I could tell he hadn't expected it to be this good, but he was hungry for it. "Little cunt..." He couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<else>> "Mmm." He frowned, focusing as he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "Take. That. Cock." His face was full of focus, even unprotected, he wasn't enjoying himself as much as he would. "Goddammit. Come on, little cunt..." He was working hard, trying to find his release with me, couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <br><br> He grunted loudly. His body shoved hard against me as he tried to find the places my pussy pleased him best. He wasn't athletic, but his body had hidden strength and he was using it to fuck me. I whimpered. I squealed and pouted. And he seemed to like it. A lot. <br><br> "Thought. You'd. Be. A better. Fuck." He talked to me as he thrust, "Whatever. I'll still. Nut." <</if>> <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> And then my thoughts began to shift from disgust, discomfort and confusion to a sudden rising enjoyment. Though that misshapen thing hurt pulling out and stuffing back in -- pussy was made for more uniform thickness -- it also tugged at me and pushed against my spots in ways I had never experienced. And I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>. My heels pressed against his kidneys, pulling him against me as my body responded unexpectedly. <br><br> "Yeah, cum on that cock. God you fuckin love getting fucked don't you." He grunted out, thrusting harder, spearing me with his meat. His eyes took on a quality of his own surprise, watching him making me cum with his cock. <<shake 4s>>Again.<</shake>>. <<shake 6s>>Agaiiiin.<</shake>> And he loved it. I wanted it to end, but my body didn't. <<else>> I was less than surprised at how little enjoyment I got out of the whole thing. It was more like counting time, watching him lurch against me, feeling the wide-in-the-middle cock pop in and tug free like a knot that shocked me every time. Pussy was designed for thickness a bit more consistent, not that thing. It only added insult to injury. <</if>> <br><br> But it did <<linkexpand "end.">> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy2 thighs2>> <<face angry>> end. <br><br> He shoved forward with a loud yell, pushing me back towards with wall with the force of his final fucking. His hands stepped their way forward and the saliva finally fell, right across my face. His cock pulsed and swelled in me as big blasts of warmth spewed inside me. He huffed, shoving deep, getting his sticky semen ballsdeep inside me. <br><br> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> And I fucking <<shake 5s>>came<</shake>> too, feeling his weird cock's shape flexing inside me, the sticky big shots of liquid spraying my cervix, the underside of his meat pulsing right before each one. I pulled at him with my heels and pushed my crotch against him as I whined between tight lips. <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> With a shuddering groan, he looked down at me, pawing one of his hands across my face, giving a few remaining thumps against my pussy to get his whole orgasm out. <br><br> "God, yer a fuckin ''treat''." He laughed, leaning in to lick me across my face, missing the place where the saliva hit, so now I had two drying wetnesses on my mussed makeup. <br><br> And then, as perfunctory as the mounting had been, he dismounted. The pull of that egg-dick from me was less pleasant than the thrusting or sticking in. It was really sudden, very careless, and surprisingly he was still mostly holding shape despite having just blown his load. <br><br> He stopped a moment, eyes between my legs as they dropped from where I'd been keeping them, watching my pink slit slowly begin to show what he'd pumped inside me. "God I fuckin //filled// you. How's that feel?" He smiled up at me, patting hard at my inner thigh, "You're good at taking loads. Get on something," he shrugged and chuckled pleased with himself, "Or not." And then reached across me. I could feel the heat of his large body as it leaned against me once more. <br><br> He dropped off the bed, making the thing rock and bounce with the lack of his weight. He stretched like he was getting up from a good sleep, his flat ass tensing in my view as the sticky load seeped finally from my hole and down my asscheek. <br><br> Looking back over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow, "If you're sticking around, I'm gonna fuck you again." It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. Just him telling me how it was. He smiled, watching me disregard the flow from my snatch -- his bed was already dirty enough, probably with cum -- quickly sliding off the bed, depositing it and grabbing my clothes. <br><br> I wanted out of there. Now. <br><br> Not bothering for a quick rinse off or wipe-down, I tugged my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>>, leaning against the door jamb for support -- and to be as close to a speedy departure as possible. <br><br> He didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I just got out, grabbed a tuk-tuk back home like my life depended <<linkexpand "on it.">> on it. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. My first encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. That __incel__ would never get me ''anywhere''. I had just gotten railed and nutted in by a complete random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <<set $mindCorruption ++>> <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den, as my first John">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<elseif $D1John is "Virgin">> <div id ="virgin"> "Sorry about that." I could barely make out the words as we traversed the hallway outside, "They're just...really excited. It's embarassing." We were walking together, but surprisingly he wasn't touching me. The energy of two...friends? leaving the club together. <br><br> "It's fine. You work with them?" <br><br> "Yeah, just started this week." <br><br> "Oh, wow. Congrats." I smiled broadly. He seemed sweet and unthreatening. Things could be far worse, I figured as we stood on the sidewalk, waiting for his rideshare to arrive. He was fixated on his phone in a way that spoke to nerves, not concern about the ride being cancelled on him. "You okay?" <br><br> "Um. Yeah. Uh. So...you aren't gunna run away, are you?" <br><br> My hackles raised, "Uh. No?" I wasn't sure what outs I had, if any. <br><br> "I'm incredibly embarassed." <br><br> I nuzzled against him, holding his arm, "You keep saying that." <br><br> "Well, cuz...I am. It's...my //first//--" <br><br> "Shhhh." I leaned up and gave him a slow, passionate kiss. Alright, not a bad first pull after all. Putty and no expectations. He did shush and the rideshare pulled up for us to get into. "It's fine. It'll be great." <br><br> I hadn't seen money exchange hands, and wondered if I was going to have to handle that myself. I had no direction and the distinct feeling that I was supposed to innately know. Questions seemed taboo. Taboo. Funny word at that moment. <br><br> It also seemed so odd and unsettling to be taken 'offsite'. Thoughts, memories, and stories passed through my head as I thought of lot lizards climbing into trucks or off to the nextdoor motel, girls on the corner doing their work there on the street, brothels having their own setup onsite. And yet, the club had its own sex workers with no location for us -- ugh that was so weird -- to do the thing. It felt dangerous and vague. <br><br> And here I was, climbing into a car with a stranger. <br><br> "So, I'm, uh, Paul." I could see him considering where he offered his hand. <br><br> Not a total stranger now, I guess, "<<print $CC.name>>." I sat close to him in the back of the <<link "car">><<replace "#virgin">> <<face ahego>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <br><br> "That's a nice name. Should--I have not asked? Or said mine? Not really sure what the rules are." <br><br> I laughed, leaning my head against his shoulder. Such a sweet boy, "Neither do I." <br><br> "So not just first night, but like...//first// night?" I nodded, "Well, I guess that makes me feel better." <br><br> I squeezed his hand, "Good. Me too. You can't imagine how nervous I was about all this." <br><br> His body shifted, turning more towards me as we found this strange common ground, "Me either. The guys were telling me what I could expect tonight...and then I saw you." The red hit his cheeks instantly. I felt some rising in my own. I leaned into him and we began to kiss, ignoring the driver as our tongues played. <br><br> He seemed frozen, hands planted on either side of him as he sat there, as if I was off-limits. I reached over and brought his hand to my thigh. I felt him shudder in excitement as I gave him permission and presented my body for him to enjoy. <br><br> His timidity disappeared, hand digging eagerly under my clothes to my pussy. He broke the kiss with a happy gasp feeling my heat and wetness and the sensation of his finger pressing up inside me. I leaned back and spread my thighs, watching him as he worked it back and forth. <br><br> Moving closer, he got a better angle at my snatch, breathing into my ear heavily, palm rubbing against the top of my mound and teasing my clit, his finger pushing up from inside. For a virgin, he definitely had some kind of practice because this was //good//. <br><br> "Oh, yeah..." the encouragement got an immediate response, a second finger entering me and he picked up the pace. I hadn't expected to get mine this evening, so this was another welcome surprise. He was firm, yet gentle, not jamming his fingers inside me like other inexperienced guys or ones who just didn't care. He rocked back and forth with his hand and seemed massively interested in //my// pleasure. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> It rose quick and aggressively from the core of my body right away. I had barely begun to get wet as I felt my walls tightening and spasming on his fingers. I squeaked softly, feet pressing agaist the floorboard as my peak came fast and furious. <br><br> He seemed to startle, freezing and looking at me in shock as he felt my vagina grabbing and holding his fingers. I shook my head, breathing out hard, "Keep going." And I was nodding, feeling the orgasm receding. The words left my lips and he launched right in, grinning and leaning back to look at me as he got me off. And off. And off. <br><br> "F-fuck! P-p-pauul." I grit my teeth, arching against the seat and gyrating against his hand as I came quick and came <<shake 2s>>hard<</shake>>. My panting came out jerkily as he didn't relent, continuing the same rhythm, the blood swelling in my head, pulsing and throbbing in my ears as I squealed despite the driver being //right// there. I could only focus on the back of his head as I came and almost before the last one was complete, my body was tensing and shuddering through another one. <br><br> This kid wasn't going to lose his virginity if he killed me. And he was trying to kill me. <br><br> I don't remember getting to our destination, but Paul was pulling me out of the car. He looked ashamed, but also ruddy in his cheeks from how hot that had been. It had been fucking //hot//. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> I felt the wetness between my thighs, a jungle-like atmosphere as the heat throbbed from my sex oven while he fingered me. My palms became sweaty as his palm became slick with my lubrication. My vision hazed, eyes unfocused, I lost the ability to pay attention to anything around me and only everything in me. And then I came and my awareness expanded to beyond myself. "F-fuuuckk." I writhed next to him, he grinned and leaned back to look at me, unrelentingly thrusting his fingers in and out -- he got me off. And off. And off. <br><br> "F-fuck! P-p-pauul." I grit my teeth, arching against the seat and gyrating against his hand as I came quick and came <<shake 2s>>hard<</shake>>. My panting came out jerkily as he didn't relent, continuing the same rhythm, the blood swelling in my head, pulsing and throbbing in my ears as I squealed despite the driver being //right// there. I could only focus on the back of his head as I came and almost before the last one was complete, my body was tensing and shuddering through another one. <br><br> This kid wasn't going to lose his virginity if he killed me. And he was trying to kill me. <br><br> I don't remember getting to our destination, but Paul was pulling me out of the car. He looked ashamed, but also ruddy in his cheeks from how hot that had been. It had been fucking //hot//. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> I felt the wetness between my thighs, a jungle-like atmosphere as the heat throbbed from my sex oven while he fingered me. My palms became sweaty as his palm became slick with my lubrication. My vision hazed, eyes unfocused, I lost the ability to pay attention to anything around me and only everything in me. I ground against his soft, young palm, I rocked in time with his thrusting. I made eye contact with him, breathing hotly in each other's faces as we both had the same focus: me cumming. I whimpered and squeaked, a plaintive, needy stare in my eyes as it felt like it was close, now closer, shit I thought I was about to...closer... <br><br> "F-fuuckkkkk." I nodded hard, head dropping back against the seat as I quivered and shook against him, letting my body spasm while his fingers were gripped within my soaked snatch. <br><br> "F-fuck! P-p-pauul." I grit my teeth, arching against the seat and gyrating against his hand as I came <<shake 2s>>hard<</shake>>. My panting came out jerkily as he didn't relent, continuing the same rhythm, the blood swelling in my head, pulsing and throbbing in my ears as I squealed despite the driver being //right// there. I could only focus on the back of his head as I came and almost before the last one was complete, my body was tensing and shuddering through another one. <br><br> This kid wasn't going to lose his virginity if he killed me. And he was trying to kill me. <br><br> I don't remember getting to our destination, but Paul was pulling me out of the car. He looked ashamed, but also ruddy in his cheeks from how hot that had been. It had been fucking //hot//. <<else>> I felt the wetness between my thighs, a jungle-like atmosphere as the heat throbbed from my sex oven while he fingered me. My palms became sweaty as his palm became slick with my lubrication. My vision hazed, eyes unfocused, I lost the ability to pay attention to anything around me and only everything in me. I ground against his soft, young palm, I rocked in time with his thrusting. I made eye contact with him, breathing hotly in each other's faces as we both had the same focus: me cumming. I whimpered and squeaked, a plaintive, needy stare in my eyes as it felt like it was close, now closer, shit I thought I was about to...closer...I broke eye contact, needing to pull away and focus on that crest that was //right// there... <br><br> Staring hard at the back of the driver's head without even noticing it, watching the spots dance to the tune on the radio -- he had pumped it to keep the pumping in the backseat as hidden from him as possible -- I was a squirming mess, right on the verge and going crazy that it wasn't coming. <br><br> "Here." The car had stopped, Paul's fingers suddenly stopped moving and pulled from me slick and without hesitation. I could see his excitement and arousal become instant shame, "Yeah, sorry." Swiping his card as I panted like an idiot and was yelling at myself for having looked at the driver. As if it was my fault that we got to our destination. I was left wanting. <</if>> <br><br> Giggling and swaying slightly from the light-headedness, Paul was laughing trying to get me in the door. I took a deep breath and righted myself, arms up, arms down, "Sorry. Okay. Good to go." And wrapped my arm through his, leaning into him as we walked through the apartment lobby. I couldn't ignore my thighs rubbing together, the moisture down there made it less easy to walk rather than easier. "Ya know, I thought tonight was about //you//." He rolled his eyes, beaming from the carride, "How would your boys react--" <br><br> "Well, they aren't here now." <br><br> "Nope." I didn't restrain myself as the endorphines rushed through my blood, playfully kissing and teasing him in the elevator up to his floor, his apartment. If I hadn't been so worked up, I would have been concerned that my new hob was expecting me to not only go offsite, but straight to whoever's home I was with that evening. Or not even their home. Potentially a killroom. Fucking insane practices. <br><br> His apartment was Spartan, maybe pre-furnished, "You want a drink?" <br><br> I shook my head, "Should keep my wits about me." I didn't mind telling him straight up that safe was smart. <br><br> "I'm gonna..." I nodded and waved him on. He proceeded to make himself a quick, heavy-handed drink while I moved over into the 'bedroom' of the studio apartment, losing my <<link "footwear">><<feet>><<socks>><</link>> and sitting at the edge of the bed. <br><br> He cleared his throat, maybe making space for him to guzzle the liquid, while looking over at me. He was keeping the kitchen island between us, so I tried to entice him. I pulled one of my remaining articles over my <<link "head">><<upper>><</link>>, tossing my hair and smiling over at him. <br><br> "No?" I laughed. He began pouring a second draught of liquid courage. I didn't need any more indication that this //was// his first time. It was time to see if fully naked <<print $CC.name>> did the trick. <<if $Body.braless == true>>I reached back and undid my <<link "bra">><<bra>><</link>>, freeing the girls.<</if>> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>I leaned back on my palms, smiling and letting my thighs spread, bouncing them wider and closed to draw his eyes between them.<<else>>Quickly, I thumbed my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> my thighs, letting them drop open when they collected at my toes. I leaned back on my palms, grinning at him and bouncing my legs wider and slightly closer to draw his eyes between them.<</if>> <br><br> He pounded drink too, steeling himself. <br><br> I rolled my eyes and patted the bed, "Come here. Where'd the Paul from the car go?" <br><br> The glass clinked against the island and he crossed to me wearing the expression of a shamed dog. "Sorry." /* IMAGE (Needed): Hands pulling at a jacket*/ <br><br> "Shhh." I shook my head with a warm smile, looking up at him and drawing him between my thighs, pulling at his jacket. I looked up at him as I doffed it. Then slowly, I began to undo his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders, before dropping to his slacks. Oh, he was ready. I'd never experienced a man so horny, yet also putting so many barriers between himself and getting release. <br><br> "Oh, one sec." His hand caught the slacks before they fell completely off him, his cock sticking up at a sharp angle, right towards my face and swinging as he dug awkwardly in the back pocket despite the pants being nearly at his knees. I took the opportunity to distract and tease him, taking him in my mouth, looking up and just using my tongue. His hand stopped moving. He froze entirely, mouth dropping open and looking down at me, hiding the head of his cock. "Oh god..." <br><br> "Mhmmm." I said with his meat in my mouth. His frozen state instantly shifted and he pulled out his wallet, digging through it furiously, removing a condom before letting his slacks drop away as he tossed the wallet on the floor too. He waved the packaged prophylactic to get my attention. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> "First time and you want to wrap up? You're definitely clean. I'm--" <br><br> "Just. Please." <</if>> <br><br> I nodded, unwrapping the rubber and working it progressively down his swollen member and watching him grunt at the sensation. I realized while it might be meaningful for him to be on top, to be in control his first time, I worried about his over-concern for me and my pleasure. And I knew I could rock his world. <br><br> Protected, I guided him by his hips to sit down beside me. I lifted, swinging one knee over his lap and then sank myself down over him, one hand on his shaft to ensure it was aimed properly. I was so wet, so ready, the insertion was instantaneous and full. <br><br> <<if _sexability gt 4>> "Oh, GOD." His dark eyes flashed wide, gawking up past me at the ceiling as he experienced it for the first time. I giggled and curled my arms around his back so my tits pressed tightly to his chest. I wiggled my hips, ass against his parted thighs as I worked his base against my mound and his tip deep within me. I cradled my chin against his shoulder and began to rock. <br><br> My back hunched and relaxed with fluid motions, my lips nipped slightly at his ear as I began to purr. <br><br> The moment he felt the first tug of my pussy, his hands were grabbing hard at my ass. The grunt in my ear was so loud I worried he popped my eardrum. "Mhmmm." I repeated, not allowing his hands to get any control. The room filled with his noises and the slow, methodical smack of my body against his crotch and legs. <br><br> I could feel him shaking. It didn't surprise me that it would be fast. I knew I was really fucking good. And it //was// his first. I didn't know if I could stop it either. <br><br> I leaned back, giving him a full display of my rocking, tensing naked body and instantly, he came. He whimpered, almost pained as he humped against me. The pitch of that pained whine lifted as I wouldn't stop moving, extending his orgasm as long as I could. <<elseif _sexability gt 2>> "Oh, GOD." His dark eyes flashed wide, gawking up past me at the ceiling as he experienced it for the first time. I giggled and curled my arms around his back so my tits pressed tightly to his chest. I wiggled my hips, ass against his parted thighs as I worked his base against my mound and his tip deep within me. I cradled my chin against his shoulder and began to rock. <br><br> My back hunched and relaxed with fluid motions, my lips nipped slightly at his ear as I began to purr. <br><br> The moment he felt the first tug of my pussy, his hands were grabbing hard at my ass. The grunt in my ear was so loud I worried he popped my eardrum. "Mhmmm." I repeated, not allowing his hands to get any control. The room filled with his noises and the slow, methodical smack of my body against his crotch and legs. <br><br> As we got into it, I felt the familiar rise within me. The car had only been a few minutes ago and my body was more than ready to go there again. <br><br> I felt myself frowning, weirded out by the idea of enjoying myself while fucking someone for money. I couldn't stop, though. If this was any other fuck, I could stop, I could get off, I could do what I wanted with who I wanted. Those were memories now. <br><br> And that thought quashed a lot of the pleasure coursing through me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>>But not enough. My worried and warped thoughts disappeared in the explosion that ripped through me. Instead, I ground myself hard against him, rubbing my clit against the base of his cock.<</if>> <br><br> He was shaking. It didn't surprise me that it would be fast. I didn't know if I could stop it either. <br><br> I leaned back, giving him a full display of my rocking, tensing naked body and instantly, he came. He whimpered, almost pained as he humped against me. The pitch of that pained whine lifted as I wouldn't stop moving, extending his orgasm as long as I could. <<else>> "Oh, GOD." His dark eyes flashed wide, gawking up past me at the ceiling as he experienced it for the first time. I giggled and curled my arms around his back so my tits pressed tightly to his chest. I wiggled my hips, ass against his parted thighs as I worked his base against my mound and his tip deep within me. I cradled my chin against his shoulder and began to rock. <br><br> My back hunched and relaxed with fluid motions, my lips nipped slightly at his ear as I began to purr. <br><br> The moment he felt the first tug of my pussy, his hands were grabbing hard at my ass. The grunt in my ear was so loud I worried he popped my eardrum. "Mhmmm." I repeated, not allowing his hands to get any control. The room filled with his noises and the slow, methodical smack of my body against his crotch and legs. <br><br> As we got into it, I felt the familiar rise within me. The car had only been a few minutes ago and my body was more than ready to go there again. <br><br> I felt myself frowning, weirded out by the idea of enjoying myself while fucking someone for money. I couldn't stop, though. If this was any other fuck, I could stop, I could get off, I could do what I wanted with who I wanted. Those were memories now. <br><br> And that thought quashed a lot of the pleasure coursing through me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>>But not enough. My worried and warped thoughts disappeared in the explosion that ripped through me. Instead, I ground myself hard against him, rubbing my clit against the base of his cock.<</if>> <br><br> He was shaking. It didn't surprise me that it would be fast. I didn't know if I could stop it either. <br><br> I leaned back, giving him a full display of my rocking, tensing naked body and instantly, he came. He whimpered, almost pained as he humped against me. The pitch of that pained whine lifted as I wouldn't stop moving, extending his orgasm as long as I could. <</if>> <br><br> And then, once his noises stopped, his breathing returned to normal, I smiled, leaning in and began to suck on his tongue. Slowly, I lifted myself off of him, feeling the fluid-filled sack tug free of me. <br><br> His eyes were full of amazement. My eyes were full of warmth as I climbed off him. He shook his head and I laughed, reaching down to pull the condom off of his limp shaft, tying it and moving over to the wastebin so he could watch my naked body move some more. <br><br> "You're leaving..." It wasn't a question, and we both knew the answer. The act was done. I came back over, collected my clothes as I gave him another long kiss. <br><br> "You made my first night very special." I was surprised at the emotion underneath the words. My hands busied themselves putting my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>> as I avoided eye contact -- not willing to cry or show him how I felt. <br><br> "Hah. You'll say that to all the guys." <br><br> I smirked, my armor back on, I was able to meet his loving gaze, "Maybe. But thank you." I pecked him again before turning to go. <br><br> "I've called you an car." He called back at me, still naked and spent on the end of his bed. <br><br> "Thank you." It was an unnecessary kindness, but I was glad I wasn't going to need to figure out my own way back in this new town. <br><br> I slid into the car and gave the driver the direction home. As we departed, I wondered who would remember the night more, <<linkexpand "him or me.">> him or me. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. My first encounter. <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<vCardCheck "Paul, the virgin sales guy" M "Paul, cute virgin who was my first John">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <</replace>><</link>> </div> <<else>> Going into my first night of being...//that//...and getting out without any sex? Not what I had expected. Not what Tao had expected either. And definitely not what I needed to be doing. <br><br> Still, it felt like a win, kinda. A delaying the inevitable, maybe. <br><br> I had more information on how it was going to be and what kinds of 'clientele' existed. So maybe that was the win. <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> </div>
/* IMAGE (Needed): Bar station that's empty and unkempt */ <<if $barPrepTime == 0>> The bottle of vodka clunked into the well next to her sister that was my next target, but I realized the bar was empty. Fuck. It was time to change and get ready. I made a mental note of how long things took and how much time I'd need in the future as I practically sprinted across the sticky, rubberized mats to go get changed. I saw mousy popping out of the room Tao had brought me the other day: my dressing room was found. I popped in, stripping down quickly as I could and into my new [[uniform|M002 - D1Bar]]. <<else>> There was far, ''far'' too much to do. That much was apparent, but things had to be done. I couldn't work under these conditions, or at least be a successful tender. So, I set my shoulders, took a deep breath and jumped into prepping my station. <br><br> <<if $barGarnish == false>>The mousy girl had been cutting limes. There were drink garnishes that needed <<link "prepping" `passage()`>><<set $barPrepTime -->><<set $barClean ++>><</link>>.<br><</if>> <<if $barMix == false>>Soda, tonic, water and straight alcohol was only going to get me so far. Mixes needed <<link "making" `passage()`>><<set $barPrepTime -->><<set $barClean ++>><</link>>.<br><</if>> <<if $barSpout == false>>Who knows how gross these things were. A deep clean was necessary. Every spout and <<link "utensil" `passage()`>><<set $barPrepTime -->><<set $barClean ++>><</link>>.<br><</if>> <<if $barStock == false>>A quick assessment told me that I was missing staples. Gotta fill the <<link "gaps" `passage()`>><<set $barPrepTime -->><<set $barClean += 2>><</link>>.<br><</if>> <<if $Stats.Skills['Learning'].value gt 2>><<if $barOrder == false>>Everything was in disorder. I had to find a rhyme and reason to where everything was <<link "placed" `passage()`>><<set $barPrepTime -->><<set $barClean += 2>><</link>>.<br><</if>><</if>> <</if>>
/* TODO: (Fict) Clean up unsets after these variables are bucketed. */ <<if Array("M002 - D1BarPrep", "M002 - ClubJobDay1").includes(previous())>> <<unset $barPrepTime>> <<unset $barGarnish>> <<unset $barOrder>> <<unset $barSpout>> <<unset $barMix>> <<unset $barStock>> <<set $V1 = false>> <<set $V2 = false>> <<set $V3 = false>> <<set $V4 = false>> <<set $V5 = false>> <<set $barWins = 0>> <<outfit bargirl>> /* IMAGE (Needed): People crowding at a bar (POV the bartender) */ Fresh-faced bartender on the prowl! I headed back to my station, the lights already dimmed and hazy smoke pumping out to fill the space. The overwhelming AC making content with so much of my bare skin and the new sensation of //how// my body jiggled and shook with these new garments made me hyper aware of what was out and what was in. There was a movie from the early 2000's that came to mind and wondered if that's what started the trend of sexy bartenders that had spread across the globe...all the way to Manila. Though they had cowboy hats -- maybe I could try that as my personal touch next time. American and all. <br><br> I was thankful for the height of the bar, which would mostly keep half of me hidden from anyone not directly against the bar in front of me. I was also thankful for the dark, because it made it so much harder to see the state of my station. I could almost ignore it. <br><br> <<if $barClean == 0>> It was the only station left, so I had put two and two together and figured out where my new home was. And it was a fucking mess. Who the fuck had been here before? Was this some sick hazing? How was I going to tend bar with everything in disarray? The saran wrapping left much to be wondered as to the cleanliness of anything underneath it, there were decaying limes and other garnishes in half-sealed containers along the well, glassware that hadn't been ported, there was no logic to how anything was arranged -- at least to me -- and there were definitely missing liquors. <br><br> I had a massive hurdle to launch myself over if I was going to make tonight a success. <<elseif $barClean lt 3>> It...wasn't that bad. I wish that I had more time, but it was what it was, and it was better than when I arrived. There were going to be moments that I was going to scramble or have to find some stop-gap, but I had enough of a baseline that I wouldn't be a chicken without a head for the entire night. <br><br> This wasn't going to be easy, but it wasn't going to be //impossible// for tonight to come off as a win. <<elseif $barClean == 3>> Alright! I think that true bartenders would have been pretty proud of what I'd accomplished in a very short amount of time. And with no experience, I might add. Maybe I had some latent bartending in my blood because it at least ''resembled'' what a proper bar should look like. Thank you YouTube. <br><br> There were still some nagging things that I was trying to ignore, but I'd find ways to stop-gap them and ensure tonight wasn't a frantic scramble. <<elseif $barClean == 4>> It was. So. Close. to perfect. I was fighting to ignore the signs of incomplete that I was only noticing now because I had been so entrenched in my prepping duties. I had recognized them as soon as I walked off the floor and assured myself that I'd get to them next time. <br><br> Shaking my head in self-admonition, I did take a moment to look over at Ms. Mousy's -- okay, on par. So she wasn't a perfect Princess. I could take //that// to the bank. A win to start my first night was more than worth it, and more than enough to settle my nerves. <<else>> Leaning my half-bare ass against the cool of the lowboy behind me, I crossed my arms and nodded. I couldn't help but look over to mousey's station and realize that despite her knowing the ins and outs, coming earlier and being old hat? My bar was better than hers. Bitch. Shows you. <br><br> I let myself enjoy a little breather, scanning the room for how things really started on a given night, just waiting for the patrons to arrive and see how badass a bartender I'd turn out to be. <</if>> <br><br> First, the DJ -- a spiked-hair guy who was wearing sunglasses inside, at night -- appeared in the elevated booth. He began by assaulting my ears with an erratic flipping through tracks. I guess he hadn't prepared his set list or had decided that __now__ was the appropriate time to change things up. Whatever it was, I couldn't wait for it to end. <br><br> Then the girls came out. There was no uniform there beyond, "revealing". Miniskirts, hotshorts, bikini tops, halters, pump heels and sneakers -- they ran the gamut. And there were five of them, despite there being only three platforms that projected from the dance floor. I wondered how they were going to make that work. The platforms didn't look large enough for two, but maybe it was going to be more of a strip-show than a dance. <br><br> Finally, the music began. A song I didn't know and didn't understand, but it had a good beat. The bass line was a welcome change, filling the vacuous space with //something//, I couldn't help but close my eyes and give a low "Mmmm," in appreciation. <br><br><br> "Excuse me." My eyes sprung open. My night had begun and I couldn't keep the customers waiting. <br><br> <<if $V1 == false>>It felt like I was being approached by a legion of men in identical suits, loose ties, and thirsty <<link "expressions" "M002 - D1BarV1">><<set $barClean -->><</link>><</if>>.<br> <<if $V2 == false>>There were some intrigued at the new girl and wanted to see how she <<link "stacked up" "M002 - D1BarV2">><<set $barClean -->><</link>><</if>>.<br> <<if $V3 == false>>Others were simply <<link "skeeves" "M002 - D1BarV3">><<set $barClean -->><</link>><</if>>.<br> <<if $V4 == false>>Some were <<link "generous" "M002 - D1BarV4">><<set $barClean -->><</link>><</if>>.<br> <<if $V5 == false>>And then there were those that came for the <<link "drinks" "M002 - D1BarV5">><<set $barClean -->><</link>><</if>>.<br> <<else>> <<if $barClean lte 0>> The rest of the night was a flurry. I hadn't viewed the Club as being //this// high-volume, but the rate at which I was slinging drinks and running cards said otherwise. I'm sure that I'd get more used to things and it would all ''feel'' slower, but for now it was new, overwhelming and too fast-paced to really clock the hours ticking by or any individual who approached the bar. It felt like a fugue state and I hoped that I didn't offend anyone or do anything that I shouldn't have done. <br><br> And then, just as suddenly as it started. It was over. I think I was in the midst of prepping the vodka sodas that seemed to be the drink of choice when I realized that there was no one who had ordered it. Sheepishly, I put the soda gun away and started to do my tear down and closing [[prep|M002 - D1BarEnd]]. <<else>> Whew. Okay. On to the next... <br><br> <<if $V1 == false>>It felt like I was being approached by a legion of men in identical suits, loose ties, and thirsty <<link "expressions" "M002 - D1BarV1">><<set $barClean -->><</link>>.<</if>><br> <<if $V2 == false>>There were some intrigued at the new girl and wanted to see how she <<link "stacked up" "M002 - D1BarV2">><<set $barClean -->><</link>>.<</if>><br> <<if $V3 == false>>Others were simply <<link "skeeves" "M002 - D1BarV3">><<set $barClean -->><</link>>.<</if>><br> <<if $V4 == false>>Some were <<link "generous" "M002 - D1BarV4">><<set $barClean -->><</link>>.<</if>><br> <<if $V5 == false>>And then there were those that came for the <<link "drinks" "M002 - D1BarV5">><<set $barClean -->><</link>>.<</if>><br> <</if>> <</if>>
<<set $V1 = true>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1BarV1.png">> It was like a horde of zombies that would not abate. Drinks, rather than brains, is what they wanted thankfully, but still, it was a mad dash to get through one drink before an order came for the next one. <br><br> I knew how to make the drinks, but it hadn't been anywhere near this pace. An instant decision had to be made: not fight the sea and make my body rise to the challenge, or slow and steady wins the race... <br><br> <div id="D1Bar"> <<crossroads #D1Bar>> <<path>> Go get 'em. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Coordination ">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 2>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<set $barWins ++>> Whew. I was glad there wasn't direct light on me because I was ''sweating''. It couldn't have been a good look besides how free moving my tits and ass were. I couldn't care about what they were seeing when I bent over for the lowboy, or how my muscles flexed and tightened as I moved quick and as efficiently as I could manage. <br><br> Breathing was the biggest problem. It was like an athletic event I'd never even practiced before, like what a juggler might feel. I had to just let my mind go and allow my hands to move to where I believed the right bottles were, the correct garnish, the proper glasswear. <br><br> And I did it all with a smile! I was keeping pace with the others as best I could tell and no one seemed upset or tapping their watch. <br><br> Maybe that's because they got to see my unadulterated body swaying, shaking and bouncing in the way these outfits were designed to emphasize and accentuate. Maybe it's because I was slinging shots like a boss. <br><br> I didn't have time to consider which it [[was|M002 - D1Bar]]. <<else>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> Whew. I was glad there wasn't direct light on me because I was ''sweating''. It couldn't have been a good look besides how free moving my tits and ass were. I couldn't care about what they were seeing when I bent over for the lowboy, or how my muscles flexed and tightened as I moved quick and as efficiently as I could manage. <br><br> Breathing was the biggest problem. It was like an athletic event I'd never even practiced before, like what a juggler might feel. I had to just let my mind go and allow my hands to move to where I believed the right bottles were, the correct garnish, the proper glasswear. <br><br> There were a few moments when people coughed when they received their drink -- wrong liquor. Or insisted I remake it -- too messy. But I was doing my best and I hadn't gotten the hang of it. And I did it all with a smile! I was keeping pace with the others as best I could tell and no one seemed upset or tapping their watch. <br><br> Maybe that's because they got to see my unadulterated body swaying, shaking and bouncing in the way these outfits were designed to emphasize and accentuate. Maybe it's because I was slinging shots like a boss. <br><br> I didn't have time to consider which it [[was|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</if>> <<path>> Turtle it. <<contents>> <<set $barWins ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> No, no, no. I wasn't about to serve someone something that I grabbed by mistake. I wasn't some virtuoso behind the bar. This was my //first// night. And I wanted it to be the first night of __more__ nights. So, I took it slow. I ensured I poured correctly and returned the drinks ''as'' ''ordered''. <br><br> I could feel the tension rising with the other barchicks though as people scooted their way when I wasn't finished with my last round. But they'd just have to deal with it. It wasn't like this was some 'team,' as far as I could tell. So, fuck them. They could work a little harder if they were going to be so cold to me. <br><br> And, as an added benefit, it meant that I could be more careful about these skimpy motherfuckers I was in. I wasn't moving all that fast, but I could still feel the threat of a nipple popping free and clear, or giving full cameltoe if I went for the lowboy too directly. <br><br> Easy boys. There was enough of a show as is, it didn't need to be a fucking striptease //and// a watering hole. <br><br> I'd make it through the night with my scorecard perfect, my dignity intact, and no upset customers -- well, the ones I __did__ [[serve|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $V2 = true>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1BarV2-alt2.png">> "Show us what you got, sexy." It wasn't the first iteration of something along these lines. I stifled an eyeroll and sigh while out of the corner of my eye, I noticed another one of the barchicks doing a flourish and spin with a bottle before pouring. It was like they had all taken classes and here I was, being Miss Simple Shots. <br><br> They raised their eyebrows at my lack of response. Yep, this was going to be a thing. <br><br> I needed to either... <div id="D1Bar2"> <<crossroads #D1Bar2>> <<path>> Give them a show. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Performance">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value gt 2>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<set $barWins ++>> I let the sigh out firmly, my chest jiggling in the sudden exhalation. Focused, I palmed a bottle and gave it a fling. I hadn't practiced at home for nothing. <br><br> It soared up and over my head as I grabbed the next bottle. They hadn't even placed their order, but they were clapping and slapping their hands against the bartop as I caught the first and spun the second. <br><br> A shot glass popped up from behind me and I set it on the bar right as the angle of one bottle began to pour. <br><br> I gave them a wink, "Count it." And they did. <br><br> "One. Two. Three!" And the next, and the next, as I made each of them a shot, putting a little English on each one, or a quick, little hop-step or spin between ladeling out the booze. Okay. I could //do// this. <br><br> I felt like a juggler. And thankfully, I didn't kill anybody with an errant bottle. <br><br> And just like that, I was one of the bargirls, slinging drinks with flair and fashion to the raucous laughter and appreciation of the testosterone-rich [[crowd|M002 - D1Bar]]. <<else>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<set $barWins -->> I let the sigh out firmly, my chest jiggling in the sudden exhalation. Focused, I palmed a bottle and gave it a fling. I hadn't practiced at home for nothing. <br><br> It soared up and over my head as I grabbed the next bottle. They hadn't even placed their order, but they were clapping and slapping their hands against the bartop as I caught the first and spun the second. <br><br> And I hadn't checked the momentum. I sprayed them all. They jerked back as one. Patrons nearby yelled as they suddenly received a soaking. I nearly missed catching the first bottle. <br><br> "Shit! S-sorry! Sorry. Rounds' on me. Sorry! On me." <br><br> "It's on //us//, bitch." That was incredibly aggressive. I needed to be careful. <br><br> "No, the drinks. On me. Two rounds." I offered more. I needed to __not__ be fired. I also needed to work on my skills before I tried any of that [[again|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</if>> <<path>> Double down. <<contents>> <<set $barWins -->> <<Stats Risky -->> <<Stats Suggestible -->> Nuhuh. I wasn't about to hurl a bottle straight into one of their heads. //Un//intentionally. "What'll it be, boys." <br><br> They groaned and gave a roll of their eyes and sigh that I had kept inside. "Vodka. Shots. Can you handle that?" They were looking away from me as they ordered, all of them enjoying a girl on either side of me or one of the girls up on the platform. One was enjoying a girl sitting fifty feet away, sitting and looking at her phone as she sat on a couch waiting for her next John. <br><br> I grabbed the glasses and plopped them onto the bar as nicely as I could. I poured a little heavy, but it was all I could think of to dispel some of this irritation. <br><br> Eventually, I think the hive mind of our patrons caught onto the fact that I was the girl you went to when you wanted a drink. You went to the other girls when you wanted more than that. <br><br> They usually wanted [[more|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $V3 = true>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A hand grabbing a wrist */ "Yer new." He looked important. Or at least that's the air he wanted to give off. Well-dressed, older, confident and self-assured. And it seemed he knew this place well enough that he knew instantly that it was my first night. A regular who didn't appear to be the typical clientele. <br><br> He wasn't angling for some piece that he had sidled up to. He clearly wasn't here for the music. He grinned broadly and extended his hand, I took it and shook firmly, "<<print $CC.name>>. Pleasure." <br><br> "It's all mine." The clasp on my hand was firm, he had both size, surprise and angle on me, so I was being leaned over the bar towards him. He gave me a peck on the cheek. "Best lookin' one here." He growled in my ear. <br><br> And that's when I noticed his other hand was giving one of my tits a squeeze. <<if visited("M002 - Club ZZYZX") is true>><<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1>><<Stats Perception ++>>I'd seen this before, the serving girls having a hand full down their tops or worse when I was here before.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>><</if>><<else>><<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>><<Stats Perception ++>>I'd seen this before, the serving girls having a hand full down their tops or worse when I was here before.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>><</if>><</if>> <br><br> That's when I... <div id="D1Bar3"> <<crossroads #D1Bar3>> <<path $CC.maleReaction lt 2>> Caught the well with my foot and used it for leverage to pull back. <<blocked>> $CC.name appreciates forward, aggressive men. <<contents>> <<set $barWins -->> <<Stats Stable ++>> "Need both hands to work!" I played it off with a joke, hands up as I leaned away, seeing his eyes on my bouncing breasts as the things that were getting away. <br><br> And I turned, trying not to look //too// desperate for another patron. And I really hoped I hadn't fucked something up with someone who mattered. I scooted down the bar to pour another drink as I reminded myself that it was only a quick cop and feel. And not too unexpected given what we were wearing. The Club was sex, personified. <br><br> I might have been a bit too laughy for the next ten minutes or so as I served everyone who was as far away from Grabby-Pants as I could find, and I tried to ignore how he had left one of my nipples erect right afterward. How his hand had felt. How casually he felt permitted and his reaction when I had given him the firm no. <br><br> My eyes darted around for the rest of the evening, feeling my gorge rising up as I realized some of the other girls took it in stride. And the guests took it in hand. I'd need to decide if I was going to go all-in on this, if it was worth it, or if that was more trouble that it was worth. But that was a decision for later. <br><br> When I poured from then on, I kept my weight on my back foot, bracing one hand on the edge of the bar. And I tried not to get too friendly with anyone too [[friendly|M002 - D1Bar]]. <<path>> Shifted my hips forward, against the bar. <<contents>> <<set $barWins += 3>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Luz")>> <<set $People['AI'].Luz.rel = 1>> "Not based on what I'm feeling." I purred into his ear. He squeezed firmly and chuckled, taking the full opportunity to snake his fingers into the gapes in the top, finding the unprotectd and fleshy mound beneath and getting in there. <br><br> I panted slightly, feeling the tension rising below my waist as I //allowed// some guy to feel me up, no asking, no questions, no charge. And he was __feeling__. I poured slowly, a drink he hadn't ordered, but an excuse to stay right here for the moment. <br><br> But then the pour had to end, lest I spill on the bar. I leaned back, allowing him enough warning and time to extricate his hand from my top rather than ruin it. I bit my lip as we made eye contact -- his had a fire in them. My nipples were harder than rocks. His hand pulled free, but with the motion he gave a firm smack on the side of the one he had been groping. I yelped. I was surprised. Who wouldn't have been. <br><br> "What's you're name?" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." I dropped the handle into the well and slid the drink towards him, taking my time to extend the encounter. <br><br> "I won't say my full name. It's a mouthful. And I'd prefer to fill my mouth with something else." The dirty joke required a laugh, "So call me Luz. You'll see me around, <<print $CC.name>>." And just as confident and self-assured as he arrived, he was gone, drink in the hand that had groped and smacked me. The shudder of it all thrummed through my body for the rest of the evening. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Easy">> <<if $Stats.Traits["Easy"].value lt 3>> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> It thrummed in me in a way that I couldn't ignore. What had I just let him get away with? And the first of many, I began to recognize. It felt wrong. //And// it felt necessary. It was the latter that worried me the most. <br><br> <</if>> The rest of the evening where Luz wasn't the only one to get his hands on me. It was like a calling card here: placing an order with their hand on my tit like it was the intercom button. I received a few ass smacks when I left the bar to take a bathroom break or breather. Hell, I had one guy try and use a "It's too loud" as an excuse to lean over the bar and stick his hand down my shorts. <br><br> That one I put a quick stop to. I began to wonder where the line was drawn between the girls on the platforms, the girls behind the bar and the girls over on the [[couches|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $V4 = true>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1BarV4.png">> "Three doubles." The guy wearing the A-shirt prodded his first three digits against the cold metal bar. <br><br> "So who's doing three?" I laughed as I poured, looking at him and his similarly mis-dressed companion. <br><br> He grinned, lifting his chin, "You." His friend nodded and pushed the first one back towards me, "You deserve it. And you look like you need it." <br><br> He wasn't wrong. It //was// all work and no play makes <<print $CC.name>> a dull girl. But I also wasn't sure how this venue took to drinking their own stock, on company time, and this kind of fraternization with clientele. <br><br> So I... <br><br> <div id="D1Bar4"> <<crossroads #D1Bar4>> <<path>> Pounded it. <<contents>> <<set $barWins += 2>> <<Stats Risky ++>> It was a course and nasty draught, but I shot it with them. We all laughed together at how bad it was. And, unsurprisingly another came shortly after it. They hooted, I kicked up a leg and cawed back. The party was here and I was a part of it. <br><br> The rest of the night became progressively more difficult and I had to catch myself from time to time when I might have been pouring one that hadn't yet been purchased for me. But it definitely took the edge off and guys loved to think they might take the bartender home, that she was here to throw down as well. Sex and alcohol mixed incredibly well together. <br><br> With my body out, I was the sex. They provided the alcohol. And no one said a thing to me. <br><br> None of the other barchicks even gave me a sidelong glance. They seemed more reticent on accepting them, though and I worried that I might be going too hard, too fast...that maybe I //would// end up fulfilling one of these guys dreams. But, most importantly, Tao [[didn't|M002 - D1Bar]] suddenly appear and fire me. <<path $HS.addictionLv lt 2>> Smiled and nudged it back. <<blocked>> $CC.name likes drugs and alcohol too much to say no. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> "Sorry, boyos. Ordered and poured. Enjoy!" And with a playful little smirk I watched them down the shitty liquor like castor oil. They coughed together and turned away from me, which was fine because there were more people who needed booze. The party was on the //other// side of the bar. I was not part of it. <br><br> The rest of the night was a lot of the same. Men loving to think that they might be able to take the bartender home, that I wanted to throw down as well. Sex and alcohol mixed incredibly well together. <br><br> With my body out, I was the sex. The appeal got them purchasing more than they should of -- and if they happened to order a bit too much because they thought I was going to partake? Just meant the tabs got larger. And they got drunker and looser. <br><br> Some of the other barchicks seemed to accept a shot from time to time, but they did so timidly. So it reinforced for me that it was the right choice. The safer choice. The choice of veterans. And it kept me [[employed|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<<set $V5 = true>> <<image framed "passage/M002-D1BarV5.png">> You pictured a bar -- a normal bar -- and you would see some sad sack, probably old and unshaven, sitting at the end nursing a beverage between bouts bending the 'tender's ear with long-winded stories. A normal bar. Not some seedy club the ass-end of a place at the ass-end of the world. Not a club designed to be a meat market. A club designed to play off erogeny and hormones. And drugs. And alcohol. High volumes of alcohol. <br><br> But there, right in front of me was this guy who didn't seem to care that my body was served to him on a plat; he didn't care that there were (some) women around at all. I'd have believed one of the women in those booths could have walked right up to him, squeezed his cock and offered him one 'on the house' and he would have given it consideration, but I'd put even money on the answer. "Again." His hand flicked at the empty glass as if to make it go away, but he was asking for it to be filled. <br><br> He wasn't who I had pictured, but he bore the weight of the world on his shoulders. He took the people constantly shouldering past and against him in stride as if it were a busy day on the metro. <br><br> I filled his glass and... <br><br> <div id="D1Bar5"> <<crossroads #D1Bar5>> <<path>> Ask him why here? <<contents>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<skillChecked "Social">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 3>> <<set $barWins += 2>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Gio")>> Leaning on the bar, I poured while I asked. <br><br> He grunted, a bit surprised, lifting his gaze from his glass, past my skin and straight to my face. The furrow on his disappeared and the fuzzy caterpillars that were his eyebrows lifted, surprised, <<speech "Gio">>"Uh. Here?"<</speech>> He smiled. <br><br> It was supremely difficult to get the story. It came in fits and spurts as I battled with the masses of people that //were// interested in what I was hocking. But he didn't seem to mind picking back up wherever I told him I lost him. <br><br> He worked around the block and did general maintenance. It was a hard day -- they all were hard. He liked the energy, liveliness and youth of the crowd here. And the noise and commotion was enough that he didn't have to deal with people that he didn't want to. <br><br> I can't say I was upset, even at his meager purchases, that Gio stuck around most of the [[evening|M002 - D1Bar]]. <<else>> <<set $barWins ++>> I poured as I asked. <br><br> He grunted, surprised, lifting his gaze from his glass, past my skin and straight to my face. His furrow deepend, <<speech "Gio">>"What?"<</speech>> If I hadn't seen his mouth, I wouldn't have understood his return question. I leaned forward and repeated it. His eyes focused hard, watching my own lips, then nodded, <<speech "Gio">>"Uh. Right. Here."<</speech>> <br><br> It was supremely difficult to get the story. There were moments when I could catch a few words and I tried to keep track of where he had left off and where it all was leading, but I was battling with the masses of people that //were// interested in what I was hocking. <br><br> I got his name: Gio. But that was about it. He only lasted one more drink and then he was [[gone|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</if>> <<path>> Move on. <<contents>> <<Stats Investigation -->> I shook my head, I didn't have time for his confusion over where he was. If this //had// been the bar he should have been in, the sheer volume of people calling for my attention should have clued him in that it was not the right time or right place for casual, townie behavior. <br><br> I felt bad, but I had a job to do and it was to be a body with bottles, not an ear and a comforting hand. <br><br> It was a relief when the next time I turned to that end of the bar he had paid his tab and [[gone|M002 - D1Bar]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
/* TODO: (Fict) remove unsetss afta I properly place variables */ <<unset $V1>><<unset $V2>><<unset $V3>><<unset $V4>><<unset $V5>> <<if $barWins gt 5>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Datu")>> <<set $People['AI'].Datu.rel ++>> <<face happy>> Bottles clanged against each other in the crate as I brought my replenishment to my station. I wasn't about to have a repeat of today's experience. I was going to be ready to go...well, at least do the next bartender a solid, even if it wasn't me. Maybe I'd be able to get a culture shift and improve our working standards and conditions--what was I thinking? What was I //doing//? <br><br> The cleaning crew must have been having the same thought. I hoped. They were giving me looks on every trip as I huffed, ass out, tits bouncing back and forth from the supply closer to my station. All these old, weathered guys enjoying the show that they never got. No dancers were here, no bartenders, not even the ones who would probably be down to 'entertain' them. It was just me and them. <br><br> "You know--" I stopped in my tracks, "we have kids to do that work." I turned, about to give an earful to an ancient mop-man. "You have much, much more value." He was of average build, dark brown hair, brown eyes. Unremarkable except for his bearing. He did wear a smart suit that was expertly tailored. Despite not having a body of any special trait, it still made him look fantastic, "We're overjoyed to have you. Not many like you around here. It's been quite a while." He chuckled and nodded, giving me a slow once over as I strained with the load, clutched to my displayed cleavage. <br><br> So cleaners, me and...this guy. "Uh. Yeah. I know. Uh. T-thank you?" I frowned, not sure how to respond, what to do. One thing was apparent: he held power and access here. It was in his bearing, it was in his dress, it was in his presence at this time of night when even Tao wasn't around. <br><br> "Watching you work was fucking hot." My hackles raised. He wasn't being leering -- he was barely looking at my super-exposed body -- but there was sexual subtext to everything he said. <br><br> "You were watching?" <<skillChecked "Perception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>><<Stats Perception ++>>I felt a tenseness in my lower back that was beyond me being at my carrying capacity. I was overwhelmed behind the bar, but I had enough awareness to know that he hadn't been a patron. And he had //never// been in my eyeline. Darkness, masses of guests, haze, laser lightshow notwithstanding, I would have noticed //him//.<<else>><<Stats Perception ++>>I had been too overwhelmed behind the bar to even trust whether or not I //could// have seen him at any point of the night. All I knew is he hadn't been a patron.<</if>> <br><br> "Oh yes. Hard to miss. Eye-catching, even. Mesmerizing." The last word held the consonants a little long. "Black and white CCTVs did their damnedest to obscure you." Ah. Instinctively, I tried to locate some, one. Any? "But I guess that further reinforces what I'm saying. And now, in-person, ravishing." <br><br> His English was beyond perfect. Though it had a quality that told me it wasn't his first language. And that he //could// have hidden that fact if he wanted to. "I..." <br><br> "I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. And you...have things to attend to." He leaned forward, whispering in my ear, "You really don't have to." <br><br> I chuckled and stepped back, beginning to move away. He wasn't looking at my ass, but he was following me. "Just trying to get things ready for tomorrow. Was a shit-show tonight." <br><br> "Mhm." He didn't care. He let me know. I continued my work anyway. "First night. I couldn't have missed you." <br><br> "Yep. First night." <br><br> "Asked Peaches about you." I was about to correct him, but bit my tongue. <br><br> "Oh?" Last bottle in place. <br><br> "Yes. My opinion: working too hard. High-value that she should have identified immediately." There was an edge of anger in his tone. <br><br> I wasn't sure how to take me evaluation. It had an insidious tone to it and I had far more information than he thought I did. Better to stay quiet. I just looked up and made eye contact. <br><br> "She understood. Still. I wanted to introduce myself, <<print $CC.name>>," My name, and I hadn't given it. He extended a manicured hand. His pinkie-nail was affected long. "Datu." <br><br> Wiping my dirty, wet hands on the lycra of my outfit a few times, I did my best to clean myself before accepting the offered handshake, "Um. Nice to meet you. And...thank you." It was a small effort to make to placate him. <br><br> "I'll be seeing you around." And then he was off, back down the hallway where we'd met. The cleaning crew kept their eyes down, as if he didn't exist. <br><br> I avoided going back there again. It had a threat and promise to it now that I wasn't sure I was ready to confront. I finished up what I could and headed out. I was tired anyway. And as Datu said, //I// didn't need to be doing that. <br><br> What the fuck was that? Who was that? What did he mean? Why did he call Tao Peaches? So many questions spun through my head that I was getting dizzy. I hadn't seen him before but he had the access and attitude of someone who was very important in that place. And that both excited me and scared me. <br><br> The walk felt longer than it ever had before, the streets quieter and scarier now that it was so early in the morning. Even the RedDoorz had a menacing quality to it. Still, it was home and I needed to sleep. <br><br> Despite how tired I was, I still forced myself to take a shower. Despite my exhaustion, it was still hard to actually go to sleep as I considered my meeting with Datu. But all I could come up with was that my first night had been a resounding [[success|HomeBase]]. <<elseif $barWins gt 2>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Karl")>> Bottles clanged against each other in the crate as I brought my replenishment to my station. I wasn't about to have a repeat of today's experience. I was going to be ready to go...well, at least do the next bartender a solid, even if it wasn't me. Maybe I'd be able to get a culture shift and improve our working standards and conditions--what was I thinking? What was I //doing//? <br><br> "What're ya doin?" Karl had stopped dead in his tracks, looking at me: the last bartender, huffing it (still in 'uniform') on trip three of four. "Let the barbacks do that." <br><br> "They went home for the night." <br><br> "Well of course they did. It's the morning. You should go home too." <br><br> "Look." I dropped the crate on the bar, leaning against it and showing my exhaustion, "I nearly got eaten alive tonight because the station was a piece of shit when I showed up." <br><br> "Have you looked around?" He laughed, mirroring my position on the other side of the bar, "What ''isn't'' a piece of shit." <br><br> I laughed and sighed, "True." <br><br> "Well. You." <br><br> I couldn't help the smile, "And you." I said it out of instinct. I don't even know if I meant it. But he gave me a smile right back. <br><br> "I meant how you handled yourself tonight. Really impressive." <br><br> "Um. Thank...you." <br><br> "Welcome. Clearly you're a cut above the rest. But don't hold out for things being different tomorrow, or the next day, or the next month." <br><br> I sighed, hefting the crate again to finish off the work, "I gotta finish up." <br><br> "Yeah, sure. Still, I noticed how well you did." <br><br> "Put in a word with me with the boss for me?" It was a joke. But I meant it too. <br><br> Some thought pulled at his brow, then he smiled again, "Sure." He reached across the bar and gave my elbow a squeeze, "But do get home and get some rest." <br><br> "I will." And I watched his broad back pass down the hallway and away, leaving me and the cleaning crew as we both made tomorrow's Club ZZYZX a better experience for everyone. <br><br> And I did go home: wondering if Karl would actually put in a word with the Boss. And was that Tao or would that be someone more important. And was he hitting on me, or serious? <br><br> The walk felt longer than it ever had before, the streets quieter and scarier now that it was so early in the morning. Even the RedDoorz had a menacing quality to it. Still, it was home and I needed to sleep. <br><br> Despite how tired I was, I still forced myself to take a shower. Despite my exhaustion, it was still hard to actually go to sleep -- unsure what the interaction with Karl had meant. Either way, I knew that I //had// really shown up and delivered on my first [[day|HomeBase]]. <<else>> Bottles clanged against each other in the crate as I brought my replenishment to my station. I wasn't about to have a repeat of today's experience. I was going to be ready to go...well, at least do the next bartender a solid, even if it wasn't me. Maybe I'd be able to get a culture shift and improve our working standards and conditions--what was I thinking? What was I //doing//? <br><br> The cleaning crew must have been having the same thought. I hoped. They were giving me looks on every trip as I huffed, ass out, tits bouncing back and forth from the supply closer to my station. All these old, weathered guys enjoying the show that they never got. No dancers were here, no bartenders, not even the ones who would probably be down to 'entertain' them. It was just me and them. <br><br> I tried to ignore it as much as possible. It was pervy, but it wasn't threatening. And they were focused on making tomorrow's Club ZZYZX a better experience for everyone, like I was. <br><br> Eventually, I did finish up -- and before they did -- and headed home. <br><br> The walk felt longer than it ever had before, the streets quieter and scarier now that it was so early in the morning. Even the RedDoorz had a menacing quality to it. Still, it was home and I needed to sleep. <br><br> Despite how tired I was, I still forced myself to take a shower. Despite my exhaustion, it was still hard to actually go to sleep -- unsure what today had amounted to. Was I making progress? It just felt like I had a job. A hard job. As a bartender at a fringe, shitty club in Manila. I'd have to make future shifts more successful, otherwise I risked just being eaten up -- like so many other women -- by their [[day|HomeBase]] job. <</if>>
<<Stats Confident ++>> "No way am I letting her say that shit to me." I didn't even realize I was yanking myself free from Lori's plaintive grasp before I was out of it and charging towards the most average of average girls. "No. I'm with you." <br><br> The words left my mouth before I really thought about what they meant. I just wanted to undermine her authority and contradict her. She spun back around, eyebrows slightly raised over her almond shaped, golden eyes. Her adhesive face gems glittered in the reflection of the lasers that fluttered to life, "Oh. Okay. Here." She continued on her way to one of the platforms, then stood in front of it, hands on her narrow hips, "You down here." She pointed at the floor beneath the platform, "I'm up there." She pointed up, "Now, be a good girl and give Sakura boost." Oh, so she was one of those that talked about herself in the third person. <br><br> <div id="fight"> <<crossroads #fight>> <<path>> I wasn't about to start something on my first night. Just swallow my pride and give her a boost. <<contents>> <<set $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> I bristled, but I bit down on my tongue before I said anything, dropping to one knee and interlacing my fingers as I offered her the lift. She waited longer than she needed to, then planted the chunky front of her heel into my fingers harder than she needed to and pushed down all in one motion. I flexed and grunted, taking her weight and pulling up. With practiced motions, she twisted in mid-lift, grasping the edge of the platform and yanking herself up, tucking her knees as her foot left my hands and she was up, standing above us all. She flicked her hair side to side, resettling it, but also clearly preening. She didn't deign look down at me or say a word of thanks. <br><br> Brushing myself off and flexing my slightly pained fingers I turned my back on her, looking to the other pairings of girls to understand what was coming [[next|M002 - D1Dancing]]. <<path>> I didn't need to start a direct confrontation. Contradict her by going up there myself. <<contents>> <<set $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel -->> <<set $People['AI'].Sakura.rel -->> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> I bristled, but bit down on my tongue before I said anything. Acting like I didn't hear her, I looked up -- the platform was a solid six feet off the ground. I couldn't back down now or really think about what I was doing, so I stepped forward and tried to launch myself up. <br><br> <<if $CC.height gt 0>>My fingers caught the ledge and I felt a rise of triumph as I swung my other arm up to get a good handle and pull myself up. And then I felt the tug. A slight one was all she needed.<<else>>I yelped, fingers barely finding the edge of the platform before gravity proved too much for me.<</if>> <br><br> Thank god I was wearing sneakers rather than the ungainly and chunky platform heels that were now squarely in my eyeline. I hadn't twisted an ankle, but I had bruised my ego, crumpled in front of her as she chuckled and used my bent form as a step stool. I felt the pinpoints of pressure on my back as she pushed off me and up onto the platform. <br><br> I brushed myself off, eyes downcast as I fought the burning anger I felt at her and myself. I turned my back on her -- the only slight I could manage in the moment -- and looked to the other pairings of girls to understand what was coming [[next|M002 - D1Dancing]]. They were all laughing. <<path>> Oh. //Fuck// her. Didn't have to be a ''good'' boost, did it? <<contents>> <<set $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel -->> <<set $People['AI'].Sakura.rel -= 2>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Excitable ++>> <<Stats Deception ++>> I bristled, but I bit down on my tongue before I said anything, dropping to one knee and interlacing my fingers as I offered her the lift. She waited longer than she needed to, then planted the chunky front of her heel into my fingers harder than she needed to and pushed down all in one motion. I flexed and grunted, taking her weight and pulling up. And then, right as I felt her trust my motion, I twisted my grip and sent her tumbling. She was mid-movement, clearly tons of practice at what was needed to easily get aloft, but now she was coming down. And it //surprised// her. <br><br> Her legs and arms swung out as she tried to catch herself, and one of her feet did. The toe of one of those shoes took me square across my face, knocking my head to the side and sending me stumbling as she came smacking down onto the floor. I was stunned and unable to truly relish the moment of watching her collide with the ground. <br><br> Despite the DJ, I could hear the quiet as everyone saw what just happened. <br><br> I was massaging my jaw, turning back to see the charging feline that Sakura had turned into when I was being protectively pulled back and away, Lori interposing herself, "Here, Sakie," quickly dipping and offering her own hands as a launching pad. Sakura glowered at me, stepping not just into Lori's hands, but also using her shoulder as a second step and then was up on the platform like nothing happened. <br><br> "Don't. Ever. Do that again." Lori's eyes were hard. She pushed me back slightly beneath Sakura's platform and turned her back on me, heading to her own place on the dance floor. Shit. Not a good move, <<print $CC.name>>. I rolled my jaw as I assessed the other girls, trying to figure out what came [[next|M002 - D1Dancing]]. <</crossroads>> </div>
<div id="dancing"> /* IMAGE (Needed): Three dancing platforms above a raised dancefloor */ The music began, the song I didn't know and didn't understand, but it had a good beat. The bass line was a welcome change, filling the vacuous space with //something//, I couldn't help but close my eyes and give a low "Mmmm," in appreciation. <br><br> "Move yer arse, <<print $CC.name>>," brought my eyes open as it cut through the throbbing, new beat. I looked up and Lori was already swaying and looking down at me with clear disapproval and 'get going' undertones. I grimaced playfully and then dropped my hips, lowering my center of gravity and spreading my thighs wide as I began to sway and work myself on the empty dance floor. <br><br><br> It wasn't empty long. Like the music had been a siren's call, the men began to fill the club like those lost sailors. And now that they were here, we were the sirens they were after. <br><br> Before I had found my rhythm, a guy was offering me a drink, drinking //me// in with his eyes. A darting glance and I got the signal from Lori that 'no' was the correct response. "Oh, you have it." I smiled as my hips swayed and popped from side to side, making my tits bounce under the the lycra that did little to support or resist any of that kind of movement. His eyes were mostly on them as he shrugged and began to drink as he shifted closer, aiming to dance //with// me rather than accept that I was an employee. <br><br> I had thought the whole idea was to provide eye candy and visually tease and entice these guys so they'd stay longer, drink more, get horny and frustrated and try and hook up with the female patrons. But that was when I thought I was going to be up on the platform. I was not on a platform. <br><br> Ah. So before the other girls showed up, we were supposed to keep them occupied. Shit. <br><br> His jeans ground against my half-bared ass as he slid in behind me, finding rhythm with the way I was moving. At first, he played it careful and tested the waters. And my waters were very confused and unsure. I didn't know what was okay, expected...allowed. I hoped, deep down, that he had been here before and tried this with the other girls so he had a clear understanding of boundaries. <br><br> "I like your outfit." He purred in my ears as he moved behind me, my eyes focused on the open container that threatened to spill on me as we gyrated against each other. Yep, right now it really felt like what I thought being a stripper would be. <br><br> "Thank you. Got it the other day." I craned my neck, trying to be pleasant without too accepting. <br><br> "Really compliments your body..." His free hand was stroking down my bare sternum and across my unprotected stomach. <br><br> "Thank you." Yep, running out of things to say. His hand held me against him, below where my waistband would have been in normal clothing, but pressed against bare skin just inches above my pussy, pressure above the core of my internal sexual organs. <br><br> We danced more, thankfully without words. He wasn't really a conversationalist and don't think he really cared, based on how he was hardening against my ass -- the back had fully ridden up between my cheeks now. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Pubic hair">> <<if $Body.pubes == "bush">>"Not sure how I feel about this though--" his hand dipped lower to the pubic hair peeking from underneath the marginal crotch cloth, "seems designed to compliment something else," and yep. His fingers were underneath the material and playing with my mound and pubic hair.<<else>>"Love how it compliments this--" his hand dipped lower to the more sensative skin bared around the marginal crotch cloth, "shows without showing," and yep. His fingers were underneath the material and playing with my mound and enjoying my 'haircut' that was clearly apparent based on what I was wearing, but he now had front row seats.<</if>> I squirmed, tensing up and losing the rhythm of the music -- getting fingered right from the get-go, hell...fingered at all, was not really in my plan for the evening, or for having picked being a dancer here. <br><br> Lori was shaking her head, making a 'cut it' motion across her neck and giving a chin nod towards the back hallway. I didn't need any other signals. Thank god for her. I twisted my hips, which extricated his fingers and smiled broadly as I moved away from him. "I'll be back later. Gotta go take a break." He was not pleased, "See you later?" I gave him a quick peck on his cheek to try and stun him enough for me to get away. <br><br> And get away I did. Maybe scrambling a bit too quickly off the floor and past the now-crowded area to the safety of the back room. <br><br> Hands on the edge of the vanity, I breathed out deeply, fighting off the distress of that moment and clearing my head. I was back first, but the other two -- Euji and Daxa -- were just a minute or two behind me. So, I hadn't cut and run too early. Good. "Hey." I smiled as they came in the door together, chatting with each other like they were just coming heading into the kitchen in an office. <br><br> <<if $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel lt 0>> It wasn't as if there was no response. They definitely clocked my presence. The two of them dropped onto their stools, Euji throwing her studded, knee-high boots onto the vanity, reclining precariously against the wall. Daxa sat next to her, combing her fingers through her hair, "Not really sure. Maybe go home someday, not yet though." <br><br> "Home? Fuck no." Euji laughed -- it seemed that English was the go-to for conversation, probably the most common middle-ground and Euji's accent was impeccable. "Maybe not Manila forever, but going back is __not__ an option." <br><br> They were going to continue on as if I wasn't there. Seemed like we had common ground though, so maybe it was worth trying to extend an olive branch. <br><br> <<crossroads #dancing>> <<path $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 1>> I wasn't going to make friends by being a wallflower... <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't Social enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Confident ++>> <<skillChecked "Social">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Social'].value gt 4>> <<set $People['AI'].Daxa.rel ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Euji.rel ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Saukura.rel -->> <<Stats Social ++>> "Where are you from originally?" I cradled my chin in the crux of my elbow, leaning on the vanity. <br><br> Euji's eyes flicked over to me and I could see a bit of tension in Daxa's shoulders. Interesting that they were this 'tribal'. "Korea. The northern variety." It was a cold response. <br><br> "Fuck. I can only imagine." I shook my head as I lifted it from its perch, eyes wide. And I meant it. If she liked being the Euji I saw in front of me, I doubted that fit in with patriarchical, authoritarian regimes, "Though, from what I have heard...Manila has its own strictness too." <br><br> Daxa laughed, the tension dissipating quickly, "Yeah, its pretty crazy at how...loose things are around here, but then you hear stories of the police--" <br><br> "When was the last time you saw police around here?" Euji clicked a tongue piercing against her teeth. <br><br> "I'm over at the RedDoorz." <br><br> Daxa thought for a moment, "Where's that?" <br><br> Euji just shrugged, "Guessing you mean you're close by?" I nodded, "There's tons of holes in the wall around here, so, figures." <br><br> "Yeah, literal hole in the wall in my room. Total shithole. Cheap though." <br><br> Daxa smiled, "Rite of passage," <br><br> "Just like Sakie." Euji laughed knowingly as she dropped her boots off the vanity with a clunk, "Time to go be second-shift, eh?" <br><br> And the three of us went out and replaced the others. I grabbed Lori's hand just in time to avoid too much groping as she yanked me aloft, gave me a wink and dropped herself down to disppear into the crowd. <br><br> Through the rest of the night I learned that we were the tier-two girls. Me because I was new, and the other two because of their less accommodating types. They were killer dancers, though. Daxa had a fluidity and grace and Euji a raw sensuality, and both got their fair amount of attention either way. <br><br> Our little triad spent about an hour up, and an hour off. Daxa shared some house-made protein balls to keep my energy up, because it was clear the 'short' shifts were designed to keep us dancing hard and with every ounce of energy we had. Being above everyone else meant there was no place to hide, no way to take a break. Anyone would notice pulling back from anything other than all-out performance. <br><br> I loved having the time with the girls because it meant they were away from Sakura and so we could form our own little bond. Daxa was from Nepal and just wanted to see the world, getting stuck here due to lack of money. It was easy to get here, hard to leave. They had both been working as dancers for a while now, Euji for four months and Daxa three. They seemed reticent to talk about anything beyond themselves and their lives -- Daxa had a small apartment nearby and Euji was bouncing around from couch to couch thanks to the staff here -- but wouldn't get into anything beyond the surface rules and expectations of this place. There was definitely something they were hiding, or at least not comfortable talking about. Or lots of things. <br><br> It was a long first night, and I had to dance and dance and [[dance|M002 - D1Platforms]]... <<else>> <<Stats Social ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> "Yeah, I don't know when I'll be going back either." It was met with dead silence. <br><br> Euji's eyes flicked over to me and I could see a bit of tension in Daxa's shoulders. Interesting that they were this 'tribal'. "Mkay." She clicked her tongue piercing against her teeth and then, pointedly, looked back at Daxa, "But it's not too bad here, all things considered." <br><br> There were a couple more openings where I tried to get my foot in, but it just ended up in my mouth. Euji was the stone wall and Daxa was keeping her back to me. Fuck. <br><br> They continued their small talk, ignoring me like an unwanted house guest and I took the time to check my makeup and even a moment to look at my phone, despite knowing I'd have no service. Eventually it was time for us to take over for the others and so we headed out, this time the lag between me and them was pronounced. I felt so ostracized. <br><br> I grabbed Lori's hand just in time to avoid too much groping as she yanked me aloft, gave me a wink and dropped herself down to disppear into the crowd. <br><br> Through the rest of the night, I watched them work. They were killer dancers. Daxa had a fluidity and grace and Euji a raw sensuality. I hoped they were taking notice of my ability as well -- maybe that kind of kinship would soften them. <br><br> Our little triad spent about an hour up, and an hour off. Daxa shared some house-made protein balls with Euji and it made my stomach rumble. I hadn't brought any snacks and made a mental note that they were //required//, because it was clear the 'short' shifts were designed to keep us dancing hard and with every ounce of energy we had. Being above everyone else meant there was no place to hide, no way to take a break. Anyone would notice pulling back from anything other than all-out performance. <br><br> So I was hungry, lonely, and tired, just having to sit there and listen to the two of them talk. I put together that Euji seemed to be roaving from couch to couch, thanks to staff members here -- currently one of the bouncers -- and that the two of them considered themselves 'tier two' compared to the other girls. Woof, part of the bench and the bench wasn't even warm for me. At least being with them meant time away from Sakura, so that was a blessing. <br><br> It was a long first night, and I had to dance and dance and [[dance|M002 - D1Platforms]]... <</if>> <<path>> I didn't want to force things and make my time here even more uncomfortable... <<contents>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<set $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel ++>> "But it's not too bad here, all things considered," she continued. Daxa shrugged, either disagreeing or not caring. <br><br> They continued their small talk, ignoring me like an unwanted house guest and I took the time to check my makeup and even a moment to look at my phone, despite knowing I'd have no service. Eventually it was time for us to take over for the others and so we headed out, this time the lag between me and them was pronounced. I felt so ostracized. <br><br> I grabbed Lori's hand just in time to avoid too much groping as she yanked me aloft, gave me a wink and dropped herself down to disppear into the crowd. <br><br> Through the rest of the night, I watched them work. They were killer dancers. Daxa had a fluidity and grace and Euji a raw sensuality. I hoped they were taking notice of my ability as well -- maybe that kind of kinship would soften them. <br><br> Our little triad spent about an hour up, and an hour off. Daxa shared some house-made protein balls with Euji and it made my stomach rumble. I hadn't brought any snacks and made a mental note that they were //required//, because it was clear the 'short' shifts were designed to keep us dancing hard and with every ounce of energy we had. Being above everyone else meant there was no place to hide, no way to take a break. Anyone would notice pulling back from anything other than all-out performance. <br><br> So I was hungry, lonely, and tired, just having to sit there and listen to the two of them talk. I put together that Euji seemed to be roaving from couch to couch, thanks to staff members here -- currently one of the bouncers -- and that the two of them considered themselves 'tier two' compared to the other girls. Woof, part of the bench and the bench wasn't even warm for me. At least being with them meant time away from Sakura, so that was a blessing. <br><br> It was a long first night, and I had to dance and dance and [[dance|M002 - D1Platforms]]... <</crossroads>> <<else>> Daxa smiled, "Oh, hey. <<print $CC.name>>, right?" I nodded and she pressed a hand to her chest, "Daxa." It was prettier when she said it, the schwa in the middle felt warm and inviting. <br><br> The two of them dropped onto their stools, Euji throwing her studded, knee-high boots onto the vanity, reclining precariously against the wall. Daxa sat next to her, combing her fingers through her hair, "But, yeah. Not really sure. Maybe go home someday, not yet though." <br><br> "Home? Fuck no." Euji laughed -- it seemed that English was the go-to for conversation, probably the most common middle-ground and Euji's accent was impeccable. "Maybe not Manila forever, but going back is __not__ an option." <br><br> "Where are you from originally?" I cradled my chin in the crux of my elbow, leaning on the vanity. <br><br> Euji's eyes flicked over to me and I could see a bit of tension in Daxa's shoulders. Interesting that they were this 'tribal'. "Korea. The northern variety." It was a cold response. <br><br> "Fuck. I can only imagine." I shook my head as I lifted it from its perch, eyes wide. And I meant it. If she liked being the Euji I saw in front of me, I doubted that fit in with patriarchical, authoritarian regimes, "Though, from what I have heard...Manila has its own strictness too." <br><br> Daxa laughed, the tension dissipating quickly, "Yeah, its pretty crazy at how...loose things are around here, but then you hear stories of the police--" <br><br> "When was the last time you saw police around here?" Euji clicked a tongue piercing against her teeth. <br><br> "I'm over at the RedDoorz." <br><br> Daxa thought for a moment, "Where's that?" <br><br> Euji just shrugged, "Guessing you mean you're close by?" I nodded, "There's tons of holes in the wall around here, so, figures." <br><br> "Yeah, literal hole in the wall in my room. Total shithole. Cheap though." <br><br> Daxa smiled, "Rite of passage," <br><br> "Just like Sakie. So what about you? America, //clearly//." Okay. Me. What to say... <<crossroads #dancing>> <<path>> Talk about home? <<contents>> <<set $People['AI'].Daxa.rel ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Euji.rel += 2>> I wasn't too keen on going into my 'legend' or whatever. Who knows if I'd trip up someday and the less I talked about my whys, the better, in my opinion. So I began to talk about some standout moments from growing up. <br><br> They were both entranced. Euji's eyes glittered as I talked about what America was like. But at a certain point, Daxa kept bringing it back to why did I leave. And...that was a fucking great question, "And after all those other places...and other options, why come to Manila?" Her voice was soft and airy, it was hard to not give her what she wanted. <br><br> "Well, I..." I shook my head, looking down at my sneakers and exposed legs, "Even in America, sometimes things are out of your control. And you, just...''have'' to." I shrugged and a little more truth of that emotion filtered into my eyes than I wanted. <br><br> "Yeah." Euji laughed knowingly as she dropped her boots off the vanity with a clunk, "Time to go be second-shift, eh?" <br><br> And the three of us went out and replaced the others. I grabbed Lori's hand just in time to avoid too much groping as she yanked me aloft, gave me a wink and dropped herself down to disppear into the crowd. <br><br> Through the rest of the night I learned that we were the tier-two girls. Me because I was new, and the other two because of their less accommodating types. They were killer dancers, though. Daxa had a fluidity and grace and Euji a raw sensuality, and both got their fair amount of attention either way. <br><br> Our little triad spent about an hour up, and an hour off. Daxa shared some house-made protein balls to keep my energy up, because it was clear the 'short' shifts were designed to keep us dancing hard and with every ounce of energy we had. Being above everyone else meant there was no place to hide, no way to take a break. Anyone would notice pulling back from anything other than all-out performance. <br><br> I loved having the time with the girls because it meant they were away from Sakura and so we could form our own little bond. Daxa was from Nepal and just wanted to see the world, getting stuck here due to lack of money. It was easy to get here, hard to leave. They had both been working as dancers for a while now, Euji for four months and Daxa three. They seemed reticent to talk about anything beyond themselves and their lives -- Daxa had a small apartment nearby and Euji was bouncing around from couch to couch thanks to the staff here -- but wouldn't get into anything beyond the surface rules and expectations of this place. There was definitely something they were hiding, or at least not comfortable talking about. Or lots of things. <br><br> It was a long first night, and I had to dance and dance and [[dance|M002 - D1Platforms]]... <<path>> Talk about why ''here''? <<contents>> <<Stats Deception ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Daxa.rel ++>> I couldn't tell them the truth, but maybe this was an opportunity to try out my legend, firm it up, practice. And so I did, I began crafting my little tale from the bits and pieces that were true and that I'd gotten from the agency and began to fill in the gaps. Daxa sat enrapt and curious, enjoying the story of being a world traveler. Euji was less impressed. She seemed to glaze over as soon as I started. <br><br> Eventually, she'd had enough and dropped her boots off the vanity with a clunk, "Time to go be second-shift, eh?" <br><br> "Uh, sure." Daxa nodded, broken from her trance. <br><br> The three of us went out and replaced the others. I grabbed Lori's hand just in time to avoid too much groping as she yanked me aloft, gave me a wink and dropped herself down to disppear into the crowd. <br><br> Through the rest of the night I learned that we were the tier-two girls. Me because I was new, and the other two because of their less accommodating types. They were killer dancers, though. Daxa had a fluidity and grace and Euji a raw sensuality, and both got their fair amount of attention either way. <br><br> Our little triad spent about an hour up, and an hour off. Daxa shared some house-made protein balls to keep my energy up, because it was clear the 'short' shifts were designed to keep us dancing hard and with every ounce of energy we had. Being above everyone else meant there was no place to hide, no way to take a break. Anyone would notice pulling back from anything other than all-out performance. <br><br> I loved having the time with the girls because it meant they were away from Sakura and so we could form our own little bond. Daxa was from Nepal and just wanted to see the world, getting stuck here due to lack of money. It was easy to get here, hard to leave. They had both been working as dancers for a while now, Euji for four months and Daxa three. They seemed reticent to talk about anything beyond themselves and their lives -- Daxa had a small apartment nearby and Euji was bouncing around from couch to couch thanks to the staff here -- but wouldn't get into anything beyond the surface rules and expectations of this place. There was definitely something they were hiding, or at least not comfortable talking about. Or lots of things. <br><br> It was a long first night, and I had to dance and dance and [[dance|M002 - D1Platforms]]... <</crossroads>> <</if>> </div>
<<set _danceability = $Stats.Skills['Performance'].value>> <<skillChecked "Bodily traits">> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("tits")>><<set _danceability ++>><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("ass")>><<set _danceability ++>><</if>> <<if $Stats.BodyTraits.includes("legs")>><<set _danceability ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("HipHop1")>><<set _danceability ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.danceStyles.includes("HipHop2")>><<set _danceability ++>><</if>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Looking down at a full dancefloor from one of the platforms */ It was so much better being //up// on the platforms, even for all the grief of getting up and down. If only there had been stairs, or a ladder, or if they had been placed somewhere along the edges or wall-side of the dance floor? And I understood it, having us so close to the patrons had a feeling of intimacy, even with a six foot lift -- which also gave them the benefit of some incredibly intimate viewpoints. <br><br> More than once I caught men just standing amidst the crowd, sipping on their beverage and gazing up between my legs. I had to find new and inventive ways for my next move to include a hand-check of my crotch. And yep, a few of those times I was absolutely flashing pussy. I just leaned into that it was a dark room and even with the laser light show, the angle of the lights didn't illuminate down there any better than the sun did. <br><br> I gave it my all. I didn't have much other choice, leaning into everything I had on offer: what I'd picked up over the years in dance (that worked with this music), my ability to connect and identify what my audience wanted, and...my body. I was the show and so was every bit of me. <br><br> <<if _danceability gt 6>> <<set $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel += 2>> <<set $People['AI'].Sakura.rel -->> <<set $People['AI'].Euji.rel ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Daxa.rel ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Lori.rel ++>> <<set $People['AI'].Anika.rel ++>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Performance += 2>> My outfit rode up my crack, but I knew it was a losing battle. I cheered and encouraged the men beneath me and even threw a few 'yeah, girl' looks and smiles to the women who seemed most into the meat-market. I dropped my hips, I swung them, I rolled my body. Anything that made me bounce, anything that gave a hard, sharp movement. My eyes smoldered and I incorporated as much raw sex as I could. <br><br> I found ways to take mini-breaks up there, forming a kind of routine where I'd drop down, sitting on the platform with my legs dangling and giving a closer show, twisting onto all fours and body rolling against the platform. I'd arch and kick, flipping onto my back and occasionally letting my head and upper body hang down so that I could muss a guy's hair or just barely miss a kiss. I tried to have as much fun with it as I could. <br><br> And when the night finally came to an end, Daxa, Euji and I came back into the dressing room to join up with the girls before heading our separate ways. My legs felt like Jell-O, but Euji and Daxa were rolling with the extertion as if it were nothing. This was old hat for them. <br><br> "You. Fuckin' killed it, girl." Lori was ontop of me, grabbing me and I nearly lost my footing to crumple to the floor, "Let's hear it fer <<print $CC.name>>!" My feet slid back and forth as she twisted with me in her long arms. <br><br> Euji pounded at the vanity with a smile, whistling -- tongue piercing purposefully caught between her teeth as she blew air. Daxa awkwardly gave a little laugh and 'woo', playing at what was expected of her. Anika gave a polite clap, checking in with Sakura, who simply began to undress square in the center of the room. <br><br> "I wish I had gotten to see you guys." I pulled myself free from Lori, laughing. <br><br> Hands on my shoulders, she leaned back, "You realize, you //can// watch. I did." <br><br> "Oh!" I smiled and nodded dumbly, looking over to Anika, "It felt weird to be so separated. I wanted to see what you guys were doing." <br><br> "Steal from us?" It was cutting. The room quieted. Sakura was removing her makeup, brown nipples on her ample breasts swaying as she rubbed her face clean. <br><br> "Uh. No. I just--" <br><br> "Mhm." The conversation was over. The celebration was cut short. Lori gave me a wide-eyed look and then went about her business. I took the cue and we all silently stripped down, put our street clothes on over our sweaty, sticky and glitter-covered bodies in our end-of-night <<linkexpand "ritual.">> ritual. <<outfit default>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Datu")>> <<set $People['AI'].Datu.rel ++>> <br><br> "See you. Great job." Lori gave me a peck on the cheek, last to leave besides me. My body had not been complying and it had taken me longer -- especially realizing I was putting clean clothes on with no shower. <br><br> "Thanks. See ya." I smiled, pulling on my top and watching the door shut. I grunted, lifting myself from the stool and finally giving myself license to be as tired as I was. And then came a knock at the door. <br><br> "Uh, come in. I'm decent." The door was opening before I had finished. <br><br> "Sure." He laughed at the second thing, stepping in with an air that exuded importance and confidence. "<<print $CC.name>>?" I nodded, standing there a bit confused, realizing he would have walked in irrespective of my response. "Looked fucking hot out there tonight." He stepped over to me, a wide-stride in a small room that immediately gave me the sense of being attacked. Hair pricked on my neck. I think I might have startled slightly, especially when his hand darted forward, "Datu." <br><br> I looked down at it dumbly, as if I'd never shaken hands before. Then, after far too long of a beat, I did, "Uh, thank you." <br><br> He gave my hand a squeeze before relinquishing it. His eyes didn't devour me, they stayed locked on mine, "I've already told Peaches," I was about to correct him, mouth opening and then shutting with, "that you're moving to lead." <br><br> "Oh." My mouth dropped open again, eyes wide. I immediately considered Sakura. That would not go over well. "Thank you." <br><br> He nodded, smiling brightly. "I know you're tired. We'll have time to chat, you and I. You've had a long night. Go home and get some rest." He didn't move though, taking up the room and watching me grab my thinks in an awkward stop-start effort that showed my confusion, "So, you're American?" <br><br> My dance outfit clutched to my chest, sneakers hanging from my fingertips, "Yeah. Just got here." <br><br> He was of average build, dark brown hair, brown eyes. Unremarkable except for his bearing. He did wear a smart suit that was expertly tailored. Despite not having a body of any special trait, it still made him look fantastic, "We're overjoyed to have you. Not many like you around here. It's been quite a while." He chuckled and nodded, giving me a slow once over as I went to the locker to procure the last of my things. He was assessing me and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It wasn't sexual, though it certainly appeared that way. <br><br> "Well, um. I look forward to our...chat?" I smiled, backing my way to the door. He nodded succinctly, still not moving an inch from where we had been introduced. I tried to not dip out and shut the door too quickly. But I didn't make any effort to reserve speed on my way home. <br><br> What the fuck was that? Who was that? What did he mean? Why did he call Tao Peaches? So many questions spun through my head that I was getting dizzy. I hadn't seen him before but he had the access and attitude of someone who was very important in that place. And that both excited me and scared me. <br><br> The walk felt longer than it ever had before, the streets quieter and scarier now that it was so early in the morning. Even the RedDoorz had a menacing quality to it. Still, it was home and I needed to sleep. <br><br> Despite how tired I was, I still forced myself to take a shower. Despite my exhaustion, it was still hard to actually go to sleep as I considered my meeting with Datu. But all I could come up with was that my first night had been a resounding [[success|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif _danceability gt 3>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Performance += 2>> <<set $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel ++>> My outfit rode up my crack, but I knew it was a losing battle -- even still, I kept plucking at it vainly. I cheered and encouraged the men beneath me and even threw a few 'yeah, girl' looks and smiles to the women who seemed most into the meat-market. I dropped my hips, I swung them, I rolled my body. Anything that made me bounce, anything that gave a hard, sharp movement. My eyes smoldered and I incorporated as much raw sex as I could. <br><br> But I kept finding myself rotating the same series of moves and sequences. I wished I had more to offer, more experience dancing. It pained me a little to see the audience I had mostly ignoring me, focused on the people around them or the other two girls. They were lovely dancers, sure, but what about //me//? <br><br> And when the night finally came to an end, Daxa, Euji and I came back into the dressing room to join up with the girls before heading our separate ways. My legs felt like Jell-O, but Euji and Daxa were rolling with the extertion as if it were nothing. This was old hat for them. <br><br> Lori smiled broadly seeing me come in and gave a slow clap, "Happy first day." The others didn't join in, but Daxa did smile at me and Euji at least gave me a nod, "Welcome to the crew." <br><br> "Don't get ahead of yourself, Lori," Sakura was standing central in the room, removing her makeup as she stood in front of the vanity, brown nipples on her ample breasts swaying as she rubbed her face clean. Lori just shrugged and motioned for me to join the others in the end-of night <<linkexpand "ritual.">> ritual. <<outfit default>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows DJDJ")>> <<set $People['AI'].DJDJ.rel = 1>> <br><br> I took the cue and we all silently stripped down, put our street clothes on over our sweaty, sticky and glitter-covered bodies. I felt icky that I was going to be pulling my 'clean' clothes onto me without a shower, but that seemed to be the only choice. Lori was the last to leave, giving me a squeeze on my shoulder, "Still, welcome." <br><br> "Wish I'd seen you." <br><br> She laughed and gave another squeeze, "You can always watch, ya know." <br><br> Smiling, I nodded as she departed. Maybe I'd take a moment next time around to see what the other girls were doing. I pulled on my top and sighed, now alone and free to let the exertion of my body show. Grunting, I gathered my things, retrieving my belongings from the locker -- nothing stolen -- and then headed out. <br><br> The cleaning crew was back, doing a pass before any of the spilled drinks or other fluids could soak in too much. I weaved my way through them on my wobbly pegs. They were screaming at me for having been so over-used for so long and I had to keep reminding them that they were //my// legs to do with as //I// wanted. <br><br> "New girl, eh?" Suddenly, I was aware not of just the conversation with my gams, but also the spiked-hair man beside me. He was wearing sunglasses inside. Unmistakably, the DJ, "Squared." He took my sneakers from me so that I wasn't carrying all my things so precariously. <br><br> "Uh yeah. Is um, that...slang?" I was confused, walking alongside him as we both seemed to be on our way out. Had he waited up for me or was this a chance encounter. <br><br> "DJ DJ. DJ Squared is what they call me." He laughed in that wanna-be alpha way, head thrown back as if it was my mistake and not his lack that made the question awkward. "American, yeah?" <br><br> Man, everyone seemed super keen on my...ethnicity? orgin? "Yeah. <<print $CC.name>>." <br><br> "Right, right." He was letting my sneakers swing back and forth on his two curled digits as we walked. I could get the sense that he was keeping a relaxed pace to subconsciously urge me to a slower cadence too. "Great add, in my opinion. Been needing some fresh blood that wasn't local." <br><br> I frowned, "Lori is--" <br><br> "Yeah, yeah. None of them...//are//..." He laughed again, with the tone of mansplaining, "But you get what I mean. It's a compliment. Take it." <br><br> It was in that moment that I realized the bouncers were no longer guarding the exit, just an empty hallway out to the night. Just DJ DJ and me alone and leaving. And while my female intuition was throwing alarms, I did recognize that he had some status and access at the club that might be necessary. Agent intuition overrode the alarms, "You ever have dancers up in your booth?" <br><br> He cocked his head, stepping outside with me and stopping on the sidewalk, holding my sneakers to his chest, "That...is an idea. I could get behind it. There are enough of you...hmm. I'll run it up the flagpole." <br><br> "Sure. Just an idea. More than happy to talk about it with you..." I shrugged and smiled, reaching out for my sneakers. He thought I was going in for a hug. Shit. <br><br> He smiled and pushed in close, handing me my sneakers simply to get them out from between us as he grabbed me into a tight hug. His hand got a little adventurous down at my ass -- which I'm sure he'd been looking at all night. "Perfect." <br><br> I pulled away when I could, receiving a peck on the cheek that almost was one on the mouth and waved goodbye as kindly as possible, "See ya, See ya!" <br><br> He laughed and threw me finger guns. I laughed too, turning and heading off with as much effort as my tired legs could give me. <br><br> Well, that was...a thing. I wasn't quite sure I could evaluate his usefulness yet, but better to keep the lead than ditch it out of hand simply because he gave me the creeps. <br><br> The walk felt longer than it ever had before, the streets quieter and scarier now that it was so early in the morning. Even the RedDoorz had a menacing quality to it. Still, it was home and I needed to sleep. <br><br> Despite how tired I was, I still forced myself to take a shower. Thanks to my exhaustion, my head hit the pillow and I was //out//. First night? I'd call it a [[success|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Athletics ++>> <<Stats Performance += 2>> <<set $People['AI'].DancerGroup.rel -->> <<set $People['AI'].Sakura.rel ++>> My outfit rode up my crack, but I knew it was a losing battle -- even still, I kept plucking at it vainly. There were moments where I had to stop and readjust my outfit simply from a comfort and modesty standpoint, "Oh, come on!" "Where's the show?" "Lazy bitch" were repeated calls from below. I tried to hurry through it and get back to dancing, more emotionally exposed than physically in those moments. <br><br> And I tried to make up for it: I dropped my hips, I swung them, I rolled my body. Anything that made me bounce, anything that gave a hard, sharp movement. My eyes smoldered and I incorporated as much raw sex as I could. <br><br> When the night finally came to an end, Daxa, Euji and I came back into the dressing room to join up with the girls before heading our separate ways. My legs felt like Jell-O, but Euji and Daxa were rolling with the extertion as if it were nothing. This was old hat for them. <br><br> Sakura was front-and-center, topless and slow-clapping as the other two parted ways and left me confronted with the sight of her and the brown nipples shaking on her ample breasts, "Our new addition, ladies!" <br><br> Raucous laughter -- mostly from her as she cackled, head thrown back -- but Anika was right there with her, Euji giving a whistle, and even Daxa awkwardly threw in some laughs. I was beet red. Frozen. There as the door shut behind me, locking me in to this. I tried to make eye contact with Lori, but she was busying herself with her routine. At least she wasn't laughing. <br><br> "Such a //dancer// am I right?" Sakura slung an arm around my shoulders, pulling me in and began to 'help' me undress, tugging one strap off my shoulder to free one of my tits, "So--" and then the other, "glad--" and thrust me away from her, nearly causing me to collapse on my weak legs, "to have you." <br><br> It wasn't what I needed. I knew I hadn't done that great of a job, but she was keen on letting me know exactly how out of place I was with the dancers. I moved, dejected, to my spot as she continued to deride me. Her words were kind, affirmative even, but they were all sarcastic. <br><br> The only way out was...out. I stripped down quickly as we all were putting our street clothes on over our sweaty, sticky and glitter-covered bodies in our end-of-night <<linkexpand "ritual.">> ritual. <<outfit default>> <br><br> "See you. Ya made it." Lori gave me a peck on the cheek, last to leave besides me. My body had not been complying and being ridiculed wasn't helping my speed. <br><br> "Wish I'd seen you." <br><br> She laughed and gave another squeeze, "You can always watch, ya know." <br><br> Smiling, I nodded as she departed. Maybe I'd take a moment next time around to see what the other girls were doing. I pulled on my top and sighed, now alone and free to let the exertion of my body show. Grunting, I gathered my things, retrieving my belongings from the locker -- nothing stolen -- and then headed out. <br><br> The cleaning crew was back, doing a pass before any of the spilled drinks or other fluids could soak in too much. I weaved my way through them on my wobbly pegs. They were screaming at me for having been so over-used for so long and I had to keep reminding them that they were //my// legs to do with as //I// wanted. <br><br> The walk felt longer than it ever had before, the streets quieter and scarier now that it was so early in the morning. Even the RedDoorz had a menacing quality to it. Still, it was home and I needed to sleep. <br><br> Despite how tired I was, I still forced myself to take a shower. Thanks to my exhaustion, my head hit the pillow and I was //out//. First night? I'd call it a [[success|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</if>>
<<if visited("M002 - D2Work")>> <<set $jobValue = 0>> <</if>> /* The next time they come to this passage (it's repeatable!) they will receive a different one than they have had before. So we need to ensure the random pull is unique. */ <<if $jobEvent == undefined>> <<set $jobEvent = [0,1,2,3,4,5]>> <<if $clubJob !== "bar">> <<set $jobEvent = [0,1,2,3,4,5,6]>> <</if>> <<set $Intel = []>> <<set $alreadyHacked2 = false>> <</if>> /* Hack so older saves can access the later random events as well. Can delete once we are well past v7.3 */ <<if visited("M002 - D2Work") && Array("v0.7.2.1", "v0.7.2.0", "v0.7.1.0", "v0.7.0.0").includes($version) && $alreadyHacked == undefined>> <<set $alreadyHacked = true>> <<switch $version>> <<case "v0.7.0.0">> <<run $jobEvent.push(3,4)>> <<case "v0.7.1.0">> <<run $jobEvent.push(3,4)>> <<case "v0.7.2.0">> <<run $jobEvent.push(4)>> <<case "v0.7.2.1">> <<run $jobEvent.push(4)>> <</switch>> <</if>> <<if visited("M002 - D2Work") && $alreadyHacked2 == undefined>> <<set $alreadyHacked2 = true>> <<if $clubJob == "bar">> <<run $jobEvent.push(5)>> <<else>> <<run $jobEvent.push(5,6)>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set _currentJob = $jobEvent.pluck()>> <<if $jobEvent && $jobEvent.length == 0>> <<set $D2WorkEventsCompleted = true>> <</if>> <div id="vigns"> <<if $clubJob == "whore">> <<outfit prostitution>> <<switch _currentJob>> <<case 0>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore1">> <<case 1>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore2">> <<case 2>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore3">> <<case 3>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore4">> <<case 4>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore5">> <<case 5>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - Spying">> <<case 6>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Whore6">> <</switch>> <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> <<outfit bargirl>> <<switch _currentJob>> <<case 0>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar1">> <<case 1>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar2">> <<case 2>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar3">> <<case 3>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar4">> <<case 4>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Bar5">> <<case 5>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - Spying">> <</switch>> <<else>> <<outfit gogo>> <<switch _currentJob>> <<case 0>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance1">> <<case 1>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance2">> <<case 2>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance3">> <<case 3>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance4">> <<case 4>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance5">> <<case 5>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - Spying">> <<case 6>> <<set _outPassage = "M002 - D2Dance6">> <</switch>> <</if>> </div> /* TODO: (Fict) Refactor this so Homebase click properly sends them straight to the correct passage if I can */ <<if $clubJob == "whore">> Time to lock in and get ready to sell myself. <<elseif $clubJob == "bar">> Time to lock in and get ready to sling some drinks and be objectified. Not necessarily in that order. <<else>> Time to lock in and get ready to shake what my mama gave me. <</if>> Just [[another day on the job|_outPassage]].
Coming into the Club was starting to feel like a job. A //real// job. <br><br> I had to quash the immediate freak-out that was triggered. <br><br> This was ''not'' a normal thing I was doing. But the fact that I had some subconscious shift towards normality suggested that my brain was trying to become comfortable with this. That I was maybe too focused on the role and not the purpose. <br><br> I wasn't about to lose myself in this. I needed to lean into my mission here. <br><br> That I was doing this at all was because I needed to unearth truths, find connections -- girl on the inside. Those things might be revealed to me over time, naturally, but would that be fast enough? <br><br> On the other hand, become too overt in my spying and I might get identified and...eliminated. <br><br> Either way, I needed to kick things up into a higher gear. <br><br> <div id="spying"> <<crossroads #spying>> <<path>> Higher gear, sure, but passive surveillance was the way to go. <<contents>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A version of the Terminator POV -- analyzing a group of people with data, reticles, etc */ <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<set $clubSurveill = "passive">> I couldn't risk life, limb and the access that I //did// have simply because I was feeling impatient. <br><br> I'd keep my eyes peeled, but I had to keep just doing my job. They couldn't tell that I was being hyper-aware. They couldn't yell at me for that. Not as long as I was doing my job. I was just the wide-eyed new girl from America. <br><br> <<if $clubJob == "dance">> I wondered how long I could get away with most of my dancing being uni-directional. Hey, maybe some guys preferred the backside view anyway. <br><br> Still, even varying it up with a quick spin made me feel like I was missing something. It was hard enough to focus on dancing and monitoring all at the same time -- had other EROS agents been able to do this? <br><br> The layout of the club I had, essentially, on lock. That I'd learned simply by existing, but there were //so// many people to keep track of. It was dark. It was hazy. It was //loud// -- I wished I could 'turn the radio down' to focus. <br><br> So many faces looked the same. And from up here, everyone kind of blended together. The women were easy to identify -- they were few and far-between. Most were employees anyway. But the men were like a undulating mass of varations on a theme. <br><br> It would have been easier if I knew who I was looking for, if I had recognized anybody. <br><br> Despite the obstacles, I persisted. <<elseif $clubJob == "whore">> <<SexSkill oral>><<SexSkill handjob>> <<face runny>><<cumSpray mouth1>> I wondered how long I could get away with handjobs and blowjobs right there on the couches. Even more so: I wondered how many guys I could keep at bay for as long as possible without having to do anything at all. <br><br> No one seemed to care when a cock popped out of some trousers, or that I went to work right there. If anything, it was a free preview, a teaser of what they could have. Or just a no-cost porno. <br><br> Handjobs were the easy ones. I could, essentially, look anywhere and be doing anything else while the guy was in the throws of pleasure. <br><br> Blowjobs on the other hand...I tried to make sure I was facing as much of the club as possible. I had to keep my eyes open and fight the desire of so many of the johns to look up at them while I was giving them head. I had //work// to do, guys! <br><br> The layout of the club I had, essentially, on lock. That I'd learned simply by existing, but there were //so// many people to keep track of. It was dark. It was hazy. It was //loud// -- I wished I could 'turn the radio down' to focus. <br><br> So many faces looked the same. And from the viewpoints of laps, everyone kind of blended together. The women were easy to identify -- they were few and far-between. Most were employees anyway. But the men were like a undulating mass of varations on a theme. Tough enough with runny eyes and bleary vision. <br><br> It would have been easier if I knew who I was looking for, if I had recognized anybody. <br><br> Despite the obstacles, I persisted. <<else>> I wondered how long I could get away with doing most of my own bussing. The barbacks were floored. Happy? ''Confused''. And the other bargirls didn't seem to care. <br><br> Peaches would probably start to care if she noticed I was taking time away from the bar. So I was selective about when I made my trips to the storage room. <br><br> Beyond giving me the freedom of movement and more vantages to watch, it also extricated me from the cloying, pawing, slobbery mass of men that wanted me more than they wanted a drink. <br><br> Actually, being behind the bar was the hardest time to keep focused. Not just because of the tweaks at a nipple, squeezes at a breast. The smacks on my ass were hardly even noticed now. The hands down my shorts -- much harder to ignore. <br><br> No. It was actually trying to //be// a bartender. Listen to orders. Make eye contact on my clients and focus on the mixing. It was incredibly distracting. Not to mention how crowded the bar was. The press of people wanting alcohol formed a wall between me and much of the club. It made it easy to monitor the people who were there, but shielded everyone else's movements. <br><br> But I could only excuse myself from back there so often. <br><br> The layout of the club I had, essentially, on lock. That I'd learned simply by existing, but there were //so// many people to keep track of. It was dark. It was hazy. It was //loud// -- I wished I could 'turn the radio down' to focus. <br><br> So many faces looked the same. On the move, everyone kind of blended together. The women were easy to identify -- they were few and far-between. Most were employees anyway. But the men were like a undulating mass of varations on a theme. <br><br> It would have been easier if I knew who I was looking for, if I had recognized anybody. <br><br> Despite the obstacles, I persisted. <</if>> <br><br> By the end of the night, something had activated my spidey senses. I had noticed there were some people appearing from the back hallway who had never been in the club to begin with. And others disappeared...doubtful they took the alleyway. With as long as I was holding down a shift, that //had// to mean something. One person, maybe two people it coulda been something I missed or a coincidence. But easily five or six? No, there was some other way in and out of here. And they were using it -- just a little bit of awareness goes a long way! <br><br> I was ontop of the world on my walk home. Something that felt a little bit more substantial than just names and faces. <br><br> Slept like a [[baby|HomeBase]]. <<path>> Slow was the path to being lost. I needed to be more active. <<contents>> /* IMAGE (Needed): A steel security door with a keypad lock at the end of a hallway. Ominous, important. */ <<Stats Risky ++>> <<set $clubSurveill = "active">> I couldn't wait for it to fall into my lap. I'd been here long enough, I could probably pretend I had the run of this place. <br><br> Still, my heart was in my throat, leaving my station as casually as I could manage. <br><br> That was the VIP room. Probably something to dig up there, but doubted I could just waltz right in. <br><br> Bathrooms. Storage Rooms. Knew those intimately. <br><br> Exit to the alleyway. Smoke breaks. Trash. Quick spot for Johns. <br><br> Okay. Continuing down the hallway, let's see. Just a little wandering and...wait, reinforced door, keypad, that's gotta be something, wait, wait-- <br><br> <<speech "Karl">>"What are you doing, <<print $CC.name>>."<</speech>> Not a question. <br><br> <<speechPC>>The laughter came easily, if not convincingly, "I could ask you the same thing, door boy!"<</speechPC>> I pulled at his shirt a little, leaning closer and smiling up at him with a playful little flash of my eyes. <br><br> <<speech "Karl">>A hard, parental look: "And only one of us is ever at the door. You can't be back here."<</speech>> <br><br> "Really? Any you can? That hardly seems fair." Okay. Whether he knew I was up to no good or not, he //was// back here to dissuade and stop it from happening. I needed to choose a course of action, now: <br><br> <<crossroads #spying>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 2>> 'Distract' him. <<blocked>> $CC.name isn't easy enough. <<contents>> <<if $clubJob == "whore">><<set $jobValue -= 2>><<else>><<set $jobValue -->><</if>> <<set $People['AI'].Karl.rel += 2>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> /* New relationship */ <<speech "Karl">>The hard look hardened: "<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> Let's see if I could get something else hard and soften this insistence of his. <br><br> Dropping to my knees right there in the back hallway, my hands caressed down the pleats in his slacks. He dressed well for being the muscle at a seedy club. <br><br> <<speech "Karl">>"<<print $CC.name>>." Confusion, but there was a catch in his voice, "What are you--"<</speech>> <br><br> I fished him out, warm and soft, right into my mouth. My <<print $Body.eyes>> went up as my mouth engulfed him. That look on his face instantly softened. <br><br> This must have been more in line with typical EROS procedures. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('No Gag Reflex')>> <<run $Memories.push("code0451")>> His complaints stopped instantly, especially when he felt the skillful fellatio. Oh, he was in //heaven//. <br><br> So pleased, he lost track of anything except the rise and fall of his need. I could have popped him off at any instant, but that didn't serve my purposes. <br><br> Very shortly, I was rewarded for my efforts. And not in the way Karl wanted. <br><br> A man in a suit -- missed his face -- walked past the girl on her knees and the man cavorting against the wall. God, this place was crazy, no one thought twice about some random blowjob. Right up to the door in question and addressed the keypad. <br><br> Karl had no idea that I was essentially ignoring him while I tried to make out the button pushes. Not a great angle, not a short distance, but the guy thought we were both entranced on cockmeat. Zero. Bingo. <br><br> Okay, Karl. We're going to be here as long as possible, maybe no orgasm for you, buddy. <br><br> It wasn't an often-used door, and sometimes people were leaving, watching us with a smirk -- and I got no digits. <br><br> Karl was whimpering, crazed out of his mind and needing to cum, but no-go. I had to confirm what I had learned. Zero. Four. Five. One. <br><br> And too bad for him, with the knowledge in hand, I was about to give him his release when I heard an all-too-familiar voice. <br><br> <<speech "Tao">>"What the //fuck// are you two doing?"<</speech>> <br><br> I could feel him freeze. My eyes flicked over while I continued to work my magic on the <<linkexpand "end of his cock.">> end of his cock. <<SexSkill oral>><<face happy runny>> I couldn't help but mouth-full chuckle, Peaches standing there with her hands on her hips. Karl yanking his steely shaft from my mouth and awkwardly trying to zip up. <br><br> I wondered who would be in more trouble. He'd be feeling the pain in his balls for certain. A punishment ontop of punishment, maybe. <br><br> Karl ran off like a boy who'd been caught by his mother. I stood up as casually as I could manage, brushing off my knees. <br><br> <<speech "Tao">>"This is not what you are here for."<</speech>> Little did she know. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, Tao. It won't happen again." Just a dumb little slut. Can't be the first time she's had one of those around here.<</speechPC>> <br><br> She had nothing left to say, watching me head off to the bathrooms to clean up. <br><br> Fuck, //yeah//, <<if visited("M003 - SitRep")>><<print $CC.codename>><<else>><<print $CC.name>><</if>>! That's what I'm talking about. <br><br> Sure, I had to get on my knees and put a cock in my mouth -- just another day ending in 'y' -- but this had been totally my choice. It had been to glean intel. And had fucking //worked//. <br><br> Walking by Karl on my way out that night...we both were smiling. For very, very different reasons. [[Thanks, Karl|HomeBase]]. Appreciate you. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Deepthroat')>> <<run $Memories.push("code-451")>> His complaints stopped instantly, especially when he felt the skillful fellatio. Oh, he was in //heaven//. <br><br> So pleased, he lost track of anything except the rise and fall of his need. I could have popped him off, but that didn't serve my purposes. <br><br> Very shortly, I was rewarded for my efforts. And not in the way Karl wanted. <br><br> A man in a suit -- missed his face -- walked past the girl on her knees and the man cavorting against the wall. God, this place was crazy, no one thought twice about some random blowjob. Right up to the door in question and addressed the keypad. <br><br> Karl had no idea that I was essentially ignoring him while I tried to make out the button pushes. Not a great angle, not a short distance, but the guy thought we were both entranced on cockmeat. Fuck! I missed what he pressed. I guess I was too focused on the cock. <br><br> Okay, Karl. I reoriented, less Karl's dick, more keypad. We're going to be here as long as possible, maybe no orgasm for you, buddy. <br><br> It wasn't an often-used door, and sometimes people were leaving, watching us with a smirk -- and I got no digits. <br><br> Karl was whimpering, crazed out of his mind and needing to cum, but no-go. I had to confirm what I had learned. Seemed like four digits and I //think// I had locked in the last three: Four, Five, One. <br><br> So close! I was pretty sure it was a four digit code, but Karl was not willing to let this go on any longer. He grabbed my head and pushed //down// taking full advantage of my skills to get his nut off. My mouth collided with his fly quickly, his moans rising and the pulsing of his cock quickening when I heard an all-too-familiar voice. <br><br> <<speech "Tao">>"What the //fuck// are you two doing?"<</speech>> <br><br> I could feel him freeze. My eyes flicked over while he unloaded <<linkexpand "into my mouth">> into my mouth. <<SexSkill oral>><<face happy runny>><<cumSpray mouth1>> I stifled a laugh. Karl's urge to enjoy his nut was directly at odds with the threat of Peaches right there. My hands pulled at his thighs, making the decision for him, his warm load pumping into my mouth as he stood dumbfounded, looking at his boss. Peaches stood there with her hands on her hips, quite the climactic capstone. <br><br> I wondered who would be in more trouble. <br><br> Karl ran off like a boy who'd been caught by his mother. I stood up as casually as I could manage, brushing off my knees and trying to ignore the taste in my mouth as I spoke. <br><br> <<speech "Tao">>"This is not what you are here for."<</speech>> Little did she know. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, Tao. It won't happen again." Just a dumb little slut. Can't be the first time she's had one of those around here.<</speechPC>> <br><br> She had nothing left to say, watching me head off to the bathrooms to clean up. <br><br> Fuck, //yeah//, <<if visited("M003 - SitRep")>><<print $CC.codename>><<else>><<print $CC.name>><</if>>! That's what I'm talking about. <br><br> Sure, I had to get on my knees and put a cock in my mouth -- just another day ending in 'y' -- but this had been totally my choice. It had been to glean intel. And had fucking //worked//. <br><br> Walking by Karl on my way out that night...we both were smiling. For very, very different reasons. [[Thanks, Karl|HomeBase]]. Appreciate you. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Great Head')>> <<run $Memories.push("code--51")>> His complaints stopped instantly, especially when he felt the skillful fellatio. Oh, he was in //heaven//. <br><br> So pleased, he lost track of anything except the rise and fall of his need. But getting him off didn't serve my purposes. I'd need to try to hold him at bay. <br><br> Very shortly, I was rewarded for my efforts. And not in the way Karl wanted. <br><br> A man in a suit -- missed his face -- walked past the girl on her knees and the man cavorting against the wall. God, this place was crazy, no one thought twice about some random blowjob. Right up to the door in question and addressed the keypad. <br><br> Karl had no idea that I was essentially ignoring him while I tried to make out the button pushes. Not a great angle, not a short distance, but the guy thought we were both entranced on cockmeat. Fuck! I missed what he pressed. I guess I was too focused on the cock. <br><br> Okay, Karl. I reoriented, less Karl's dick, more keypad. We're going to be here as long as possible, maybe no orgasm for you, buddy. <br><br> It wasn't an often-used door, and sometimes people were leaving, watching us with a smirk -- and I got no digits. <br><br> Shit. Karl was whimpering, crazed out of his mind and needing to cum, Fuck. I was too good at this. Karl got too insistent. He was grabbing at my head, shoving himself into my exciting mouth, about to pop off when I heard an all-too-familiar voice. <br><br> <<speech "Tao">>"What the //fuck// are you two doing?"<</speech>> <br><br> He yanked back suddenly, cock coming out of my mouth and his load spraying <<linkexpand "across my face.">> across my face. <<SexSkill oral>><<face happy runny>><<cumSpray mouth1 facial1>> I couldn't help but laugh, his warm load streaking me as he tried to get himself back in his pants. Peaches standing there with her hands on her hips. <br><br> I wondered who would be in more trouble. <br><br> Karl ran off like a boy who'd been caught by his mother. I stood up as casually as I could manage, brushing off my knees and trying to ignore my new makeup. <br><br> <<speech "Tao">>"This is not what you are here for."<</speech>> Little did she know. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, Tao. It won't happen again." Just a dumb little slut. Can't be the first time she's had one of those around here.<</speechPC>> <br><br> She had nothing left to say, watching me head off to the bathrooms to clean up. I ran through what I thought I had picked up. Four digits, it seemed. I think the last two were middle of the keypad and then a 1. Better than nothing. <br><br> Fuck, //yeah//, <<if visited("M003 - SitRep")>><<print $CC.codename>><<else>><<print $CC.name>><</if>>! That's what I'm talking about. <br><br> Sure, I had to get on my knees and put a cock in my mouth -- just another day ending in 'y' -- but this had been totally my choice. It had been to glean intel. And had fucking //worked//. <br><br> Walking by Karl on my way out that night...we both were smiling. For very, very different reasons. [[Thanks, Karl|HomeBase]]. Appreciate you. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<run $Memories.push("code0---")>> His complaints stopped instantly, oh, he was in //heaven//. <br><br> So pleased, he lost track of anything except the rise and fall of his need. But getting him off didn't serve my purposes. I'd need to try to hold him at bay. <br><br> Very shortly, I was rewarded for my efforts. And not in the way Karl wanted. <br><br> A man in a suit -- missed his face -- walked past the girl on her knees and the man cavorting against the wall. God, this place was crazy, no one thought twice about some random blowjob. Right up to the door in question and addressed the keypad. <br><br> Karl had no idea that I was essentially ignoring him while I tried to make out the button pushes. Not a great angle, not a short distance, but the guy thought we were both entranced on cockmeat. Fuck! I missed what he pressed. I guess I was too focused on the cock. <br><br> Okay, Karl. I reoriented, less Karl's dick, more keypad. We're going to be here as long as possible, maybe no orgasm for you, buddy. <br><br> It wasn't an often-used door, and sometimes people were leaving, watching us with a smirk -- and I got no digits. <br><br> There weren't going to be too many opportunities. How many men went in and out of that door in a night. How long would Karl let me continue without insisting he just jack off on my face. I tried to focus, ignoring my failures as another man passed us by. <br><br> His hand went to the bottom of the keypad. Yeah, I think that's like what the others had done...so that meant -- I tried to remember my phone keypad, imagining it on the fluttering wings of Karl's shirt in front of me -- a zero? <br><br> I was starting to feel success -- one digit down! -- when I heard an all-too-familiar voice. <br><br> <<speech "Tao">>"What the //fuck// are you two doing?"<</speech>> <br><br> I could feel him freeze. My eyes flicked over while I continued to work my magic on the <<linkexpand "end of his cock.">> end of his cock. <<SexSkill oral>><<face happy runny>> I couldn't help but mouth-full chuckle, Peaches standing there with her hands on her hips. Karl yanking his steely shaft from my mouth and awkwardly trying to zip up. <br><br> I wondered who would be in more trouble. He'd be feeling the pain in his balls for certain. A punishment ontop of punishment, maybe. <br><br> Karl ran off like a boy who'd been caught by his mother. I stood up as casually as I could manage, brushing off my knees. <br><br> <<speech "Tao">>"This is not what you are here for."<</speech>> Little did she know. <br><br> <<speechPC>>"S-sorry, Tao. It won't happen again." Just a dumb little slut. Can't be the first time she's had one of those around here.<</speechPC>> <br><br> She had nothing left to say, watching me head off to the bathrooms to clean up. <br><br> Fuck, //yeah//, <<if visited("M003 - SitRep")>><<print $CC.codename>><<else>><<print $CC.name>><</if>>! That's what I'm talking about. <br><br> Sure, I had to get on my knees and put a cock in my mouth -- just another day ending in 'y' -- but this had been totally my choice. It had been to glean intel. And had fucking //worked//. <br><br> Walking by Karl on my way out that night...we both were smiling. For very, very different reasons. [[Thanks, Karl|HomeBase]]. Appreciate you. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path>> Ditch and run. <<contents>> <<speech "Karl">>The hard look hardened: "<<print $CC.name>>..."<</speech>> <br><br> Sheepishly, I nodded, affecting the most genuine concern and innocence that I could muster, backing up away from him, away from the source of my curiosity and back out into the club. <br><br> If I were going to dig in I'd still need guardrails, proactive but //not// active enough to get me the boot...or worse. <br><br> At the very least, this had proven not only that there was something of note I hadn't seen before and that there was a reason for its protection. <br><br> Thanks, Karl. Appreciate you. <br><br> Not the most successful first foray into dynamic investigation. Maybe I needed to dial it back slightly on future ventures. <br><br> Enough for tonight. Back to the other, fake 'job' and then [[home|HomeBase]]. <</crossroads>> <</crossroads>> </div>
I took my post on the couches, wondering once again if any of the other girls had found important or useful men this way. And they had a broader spectrum of men who would be interesting to them. They didn't have a mission at hand. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<set _sexability = 0>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Loose Pussy")>> <<set _sexability -->> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Crazy-Small Pussy")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Sex God")>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 5>> <<set _sexability += 2>> <<elseif $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value gt 3>> <<set _sexability ++>> <</if>> <<if $D1John is "LT" or "Prince">> <div id="incel"> "You're delicious." I could practically feel the saliva on his breath. I giggled as pleasantly as I could, turning to take him in. The beard on his face didn't get to his face, just covering his neck in coarse, unkept and untrimmed hair. The hair on his head was thinning at best and his skin had an oily gleam to it. He was wearing an old tshirt and pair of sweatpants with sandals sticking out of the end of them: bare feet blatantly on display. "Let's get out of here." <br><br> "Oh, you're American?" <br><br> He didn't need to respond, and he didn't, "How old are you..." it was less a question, especially as he leaned in and I could feel him taking in my scent. Just like a wild dog. <br><br> Hair on my neck pricked up. Every self-protection alarm was going off, but so were the warning bells as I considered denying a 'customer'. Tao would be furious. <br><br> Could I actually avoid repurcussions and a line of angry customers? <<crossroads #incel>> <<path>> Beggars can't be choosers. Neither can whores. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel ++>> He shuffled me outside in a way that was almost a fight for forward momentum more than anything else. The way that he was grasping and grabbing at me with unbridled excitement made it hard to not stumble and fall. And yet, I had to keep going forward because I knew he'd take missteps as an offense or an attempt to duck him. <br><br> "Come on." He grunted gruffly, while the angle and pull of his hand had more of a backward energy to it. <br><br> "I ammmm." It was a giddy, fake but playful laugh that he seemed to gobble up. Twice I nearly fell onto my ass as we stood out in the street as he haphazardly tried to wave down tuk-tuks. I would have thought they were more eager for fares, but empty cabs rode right by us and elicted a number of explitives from him. <br><br> Maybe they felt the same flags about him that I had. <br><br> I hadn't seen money exchange hands, and wondered if I was going to have to handle that myself. I had no direction and the distinct feeling that I was supposed to innately know. Questions seemed taboo. Taboo. Funny word at that moment. <br><br> It also seemed so odd and unsettling to be taken 'offsite'. Thoughts, memories, and stories passed through my head as I thought of lot lizards climbing into trucks or off to the nextdoor motel, girls on the corner doing their work there on the street, brothels having their own setup onsite. And yet, the club had its own sex workers with no location for us -- ugh that was so weird -- to do the thing. It felt dangerous and vague. <br><br> And here I was, climbing into a vehicle with a stranger. <br><br> "Stupid Filipinos." An apologetic laugh and sharp look popped out of me hearing those words coming from him as he was pushing me into the vehicle. I couldn't have any more of that, so as soon as he was seated and the door was shut, I pulled myself tight against him and shoved my tongue in his mouth to shut him up. <br><br> I could feel the moistness of his body -- Manilan humidity certainly not helping -- through his t-shirt. I wanted to recoil, but couldn't. It was my job not to, but also he was pawing me close, //tight//. He was taking full advantage of me initiating a makeout session in the backseat of the tuk-tuk. Probably as a fuck-you to the driver, simply for being a resident of this country. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Body.isWearingDress == true>> One slick palm squeezed at my ass, pulling one leg across his lap while his other hand shoved unceremoniously between my thighs, enjoying the entry my outfit gave him. <br><br> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> "Fuck yeah. Slut." He grunted into my mouth as he found my pussy uncovered, instant access to the thing he had paid for. He gave one glancing feel across my mons before jabbing one of his sticky fingers inside me without warning. <br><br> <<else>> He grunted into my mouth as he futzed with my underwear, tugging it aside firmly to get access to the thing he had paid for. He didn't even feel me, simply jamming one of his sticky fingers in as soon as my cleft was undefended. <br><br> <</if>> I felt a shudder go through his body as he felt my warm, soft walls pulling at his finger, "God I love girls like you," breathing into my face while his middle finger pressed to the knuckle and pulled back, twisting side to side a couple times before he added another finger, testing my tightness ungently. <br><br> "Fucking. Tiiiight." He chuckled. I squirmed, trying to fight the sensation of needing to fight his hands, sharply digging at my sensative, soft vagina. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>> I clawed against him, squeaking. I don't know if I should have been thankful or grossed out by how I suddenly was overcome with a pulsing orgasm, but I bit down at my lower lip, eyes clenched, trying to imagine someone else, anyone else while his knuckles beat against my mound and he chuckled, feeling my walls clenching tighter on his twisting digits. <br><br> "Yeah, knew you loved it." His other hand squeezed tight at my ass, holding me still with my legs akimbo across him, shuddering through random and surprising peaks whenever he chanced upon my buttons. <<else>> I panted, hissing between my teeth, trying to move my hips to help him find some buttons, my instinct to seek pleasure too great while my mind was asking, "WTF <<print $CC.name>>, you're //trying// to enjoy yourself with this nasty guy?" <br><br> His hand squeezed at my ass, holding me still with my legs akimbo, making it difficult for me to even try to enjoy myself as I grunted and he beat his knuckles against my mound, "Yeah, I knew you liked it." <</if>> <<else>> One slick palm squeezed at my ass, pulling one leg across his lap while his other hand tried to fiddle with my clothing to get inside, desperately wanting better access to my body than my outfit gave him. <br><br> My hands battled with him the only way I knew how: interlace fingers, play and tease with my hands as a way to distract and interdict him. I knew he wouldn't accept an out-and-out no. <</if>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Gross, dark and messy apartment*/ <br><br> Luckily, it was a short ride, though it took the driver firmly announcing, "Here." Multiple times before this guy could be bothered to stop tonguing my face so that he could get to the main course in just a few moments. He leaned forward, unkindly dropping some bills to the driver and then tugged me out of the car. <br><br> I wondered if this is how he treated all of the people in his life as he buzzed us in the door and manhandled me through the narrow hallway to a dingy-lit elevator. If it would have mattered at all, I would have been concerned that my new job was expecting me to not only go offsite, but straight to whoever's home I was with that evening. Or not even their home. Potentially a killroom. Fucking insane practices. <br><br> It didn't surprise me that he had to resort to paid companionship, nor the state of his apartment. It had a stale quality of needing a good clean. There was an undercurrent of day or two old takeout either in the trash or on some random table. He had to push aside some bags and shoes that were by the door to make for our entry. <br><br> He didn't flick on the light, "We're going back there." He pointed. I hoped I wouldn't tumble to my doom over something else underfoot on the way. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception" "Coordination">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 1 || $Stats.Skills['Coordination'].value gt 2>> It was definitely a minefield, but I was able to make do with the hint of light that escaped his drawn curtains. Was he hiding from the world even here? <<else>> It was definitely a minefield and even with the hint of light that escaped his drawn curtains, I thudded hard against one of the walls right outside of his bedroom. I heard him laugh behind me and kick whatever it was that had stumbled me and out of his way as he followed, unconcerned and unhelpful as I righted myself and continued into his room. <</if>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Coordination ++>> <<face angry runny>> <<SexSkill oral>> <br><br> His bedroom was worse, if that was imaginable. When had the sheets been washed -- or even changed? I finally saw some of the discarded food items and cartons beside the bedframe and immediately regretted laying eyes on it. "Why aren't you on your knees?" <br><br> Tension arrived at the base of my neck. Yet where I'd normally fight or say //anything// in response, I was left quiet and reminding myself why I was there. ''What'' I was, there. So, I was on my knees, fingers finding the elastic waistband of his sweatpants, pulling towards me and working them down. His hard cockhead caught on the fabric like a hook, fighting my efforts and he just stood there, watching me. The sweats collected at his sandals once the cock was out. I had expected more length. It wasn't short, but it certainly wasn't the longest I had seen, but it __was__ the weirdest penis I had ever seen. More egg-shaped than phallic, I didn't know they grew them that way. <br><br> He grabbed at my head and the tightness he had cause fought him as he shoved his dick against my face, digging in to get at my mouth. I mmphed, wrapping my lips around the odd shape as best I could. "Yeah, it's okay. I'll teach you what you're supposed to do." <br><br> Pull. Pull. Pull. He was fucking my face on his cock. I glacked and glucked, my nose banging against the padding above his dick. I was fighting to relax and try and show him I could do it, but he wasn't giving me the chance. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> "Oh shitttt. How much you been around, you dirty slut?" He grunted, voice thick with pleasure as he found he could shove that thing fully into my mouth, into my throat and with no problem. So he kept at it, staring down at me as he yanked my head forward against his crotch. <br><br> And then, he was done. No longer holding the back of my head, he released me, but I kept rooted at the base, looking up at him, having a moment to truly feel the shape pushing at my tongue, roof of my mouth, the back of my throat. "Oh ho." He stood there, slack and just watching me before I pulled off slowly, withdrawing him from me. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> "Ha. Nice. How much you been around, slut?" He grunted, voice thick with pleasure as he found he could shove that thing fully into my mouth, even into my throat. My body lurched, my eyes watered, but I wasn't vomiting, so he kept at it, staring down at me as he yanked my head forward against his crotch. <br><br> And then, he was done. No longer holding the back of my head, he released me, I pulled off quickly, gasping and wiping my mouth. My tummy was spasming still and I felt tingling down my hands and feet from the lack of oxygen. "See, you're fine." <<else>> "MM. Hmm. MM. Hmm." He grunted, voice thick with pleasure, frowning slightly as he tried to shove the whole thing into my mouth and kept endeavoring at my throat. I gagged, body lurching, eyes watering and my hands pressed at his thighs, and he kept doing it, only giving me a slight break right before I was about to retch. He had done this before and enough to see the warning signs. <br><br> And then, he was done. No longer holding the back of my head, he released me, I yanked, gasping and bent over on all fours. My tummy was spasming still and I felt tingling down my hands and feet from the lack of oxygen. I saw saliva dripping from my mouth onto the bare floor, my tears dripping from my nose -- and other liquids there too. "See, you're fine." <</if>> <br><br> Grunting, I lifted myself off the floor. He gave a head motion over towards the bed, turning himself and literally peeling the shirt up and over his head. He was thickly built but in a way that hid the weight. It was like he was a block of cheese, not an express gut or mantits, just a square of being heavy. <br><br> "My turn to see //your// body." He literally licked his lips, waving his hand like 'hurry up.' <br><br> Off came my <<link "top">><<upper>><</link>>. <<if $Body.braless == true>>He groaned, showing me his yellowed teeth watching my tits come free.<<else>>His eyes were stuck on my bra. I unclasped and <<link "dropped it">><<bra>><</link>>. He groaned showing me his yellowed teeth watching my tits come free.<</if>> <br><br> <<if $Body.isWearingDress == true>> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">> His cock jerked again, seeing me fully naked in front of him. <<else>> I thumbed my <<link "underwear">><<panties>><</link>> off me, hearing his deep sigh and seeing his cock jerk again at eye-level as he saw me fully naked now. <</if>> <<else>> My hands worked everything off <<link "together">><<panties>><<lower>><</link>>, seeing his cock jerk again at eye-level as he saw me fully naked now in front of him. <</if>> <br><br> I was stepping out of my garments, feeling every ounce of what it was to be a prostitute right then. Every act, every word made me feel worthless and his property for a period of time. I reached down for my shoes and he smacked my hand, "Nuh-uh, you can keep those on." And then grabbed me under my arms and lifted, putting me on the bed as his hips pushed forward, forcing my thighs apart. <br><br> <<if $Body.fertile is true>> "Wait, wait, wait." Fury immediately burned in his watery blue eyes, "S-sorry. We just need protection." <br><br> "A girl your age? Are you telling me you've got something? Because I don't believe you. I'm feeling your <<skillChecked "Age">> <<if $Body.age lte 0>>teen <</if>>pussy bare, understand?" <br><br> I made a mental note to figure out what to be doing in situations like these. Late for pointers now, but better late than never. For the moment, I had to go with my gut... <br><br> <div id="nocondom"> <<crossroads #nocondom>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gt 1 && !$Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> I wasn't going to let him do that. <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't have enough self-worth to fight just being rawdogged, or she //likes// it. <<contents>> <<skillChecked "Wiles" "Deception">> <<if $Stats.Skills['Wiles'].value gt 2 || $Stats.Skills['Deception'].value gt 2>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Sophisticated ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> "I..." putting on my best act, I looked off to the side, "...think I took my Valtrex." The last part was almost a whisper, biting my lower lip and regaining eye contact, "You have no idea how many times I've heard guys say that." I laughed. Play like it was a constant occurrence, make him wonder exactly how much I had been around. <br><br> I saw the anger and fear ripple across his irises. Grumbling, he grabbed me and pinned me down by the chest, holding me still as he reached for his side drawer. They were __right__ ''there'', asshole. And then he started to loose his erection. He had to let go of me to stroke himself and teethed the wrapper open before fighting the rubber over his weird-looking cock. <br><br> Okay. That worked. But definitely had more risks attached based on the reaction...and if he didn't believe me, or liked my carefree, legs-open attitude? Or...if he had something and so had no risk. Not sure that was the go-to. <br><br> "Fine, there." He grunted and pushed my thighs open harder than he needed to. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max.<<else>>My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <br><br> His arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as he grasped his cock, aimed and drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>>"OW!" I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <br><br> <<if _sexability gt 5>> "Mother. Fucker. That pussy." I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "H-holy f-fuck." He was overwhelmed, even with the barrier between us, I was working him off quickly. Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. It was giving him levels of pleasure he hadn't experienced before and he was hungry for it. "Hot little cunt..." His eyes were rolling, he couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<elseif _sexability gt 3>> "Mmm. Good pussy." I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "Take. That. Cock." His face was a grin, even with the barrier between us, I was working him off. Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. I could tell he hadn't expected it to be this good, protected, but he was hungry for it. "Little cunt..." He couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<else>> "Mmm." He frowned, focusing as he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "Take. That. Cock." His face was full of focus, with the barrier between us, he wasn't enjoying himself as much as he would. "Goddammit. Come on, little cunt..." He was working hard, trying to find his release with me, couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <br><br> He grunted loudly. His body shoved hard against me as he tried to find the places my pussy pleased him best. He wasn't athletic, but his body had hidden strength and he was using it to fuck me. I whimpered. I squealed and pouted. And he seemed to like it. A lot. <br><br> "Thought. You'd. Be. A better. Fuck." He talked to me as he thrust, "Whatever. I'll still. Nut." <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> And then my thoughts began to shift from disgust, discomfort and confusion to a sudden rising enjoyment. Though that misshapen thing hurt pulling out and stuffing back in -- pussy was made for more uniform thickness -- it also tugged at me and pushed against my spots in ways I had never experienced. And I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>. My heels pressed against his kidneys, pulling him against me as my body responded unexpectedly. <br><br> "Yeah, cum on that cock. God you fuckin love getting fucked don't you." He grunted out, thrusting harder, spearing me with his meat. His eyes took on a quality of his own surprise, watching him making me cum with his cock. <<shake 4s>>Again.<</shake>>. <<shake 6s>>Agaiiiin.<</shake>> And he loved it. I wanted it to end, but my body didn't. <<else>> I was less than surprised at how little enjoyment I got out of the whole thing. It was more like counting time, watching him lurch against me, feeling the wide-in-the-middle cock pop in and tug free like a knot that shocked me every time. Pussy was designed for thickness a bit more consistent, not that thing. It only added insult to injury. <</if>> <br><br> But it did <<linkexpand "end">> <<face angry>> end. <br><br> <<cumSpray body2>> He shoved forward with a loud yell, pushing me back towards with wall with the force of his final fucking. His hands stepped their way forward and the saliva finally fell, right across my face. His cock pulsed and swelled in me as he filled the condom. He huffed and looked down at me, pawing one of his hands across my face as he finished, giving a few remaining thumps against my pussy to get his whole orgasm out. <br><br> "God, yer a fuckin ''treat''." He laughed, leaning in to lick me across my face, missing the place where the saliva hit, so now I had two drying wetnesses on my mussed makeup. <br><br> And then, as perfunctory as the mounting had been, he dismounted. The pull of that egg-dick from me was less pleasant than the thrusting or sticking in. It was really sudden, very careless, and surprisingly he was still mostly holding shape despite having just blown his load. <br><br> He reached down, pulling the condom off his shaft with a disgusted look on his face, flicking it up onto my chest, "There. You wanted a condom, you can have it." <br><br> He dropped off the bed, making the thing rock and bounce with the lack of his weight. He stretched like he was getting up from a good sleep, his flat ass tensing in my view as the sticky load seeped from his discarded rubber onto my chest and down my belly. <br><br> Looking back over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow, "If you're sticking around, I'm gonna fuck you again." It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. Just him telling me how it was. He smiled, watching me try and treat his condom with some ounce of respect, quickly sliding off the bed, depositing it and grabbing my clothes. <br><br> I wanted out of there. Now. <br><br> Not bothering for a quick rinse off or wipe-down, I tugged my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>>, leaning against the door jamb for support -- and to be as close to a speedy departure as possible. <br><br> He didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I just got out, grabbed a tuk-tuk back home like my life depended <<linkexpand "on it.">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> on it. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. That __incel__ would never get me ''anywhere''. I had just gotten railed by a complete, //gross// random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> <<Stats Stable -->> <<Stats Sophisticated -->> "I..." putting on my best act, I looked off to the side, "...I'm not on birth control, though." The last part was almost a whisper, biting my lower lip and regaining eye contact, puppy dog look, hand stroking down his mid-section to grasp and stroke his cock. Mostly to keep it out of me, but also to tease and please him. <br><br> He smiled ruefully, "Should be with what you're doing." It felt like a spider crawling up from my asscrack to the base of my skull as he leaned forward anyway, ignoring my request. "Put my cock in you." His request now. Ignoring my fertile state and making it be //me// that took us the next step. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy and really liked going unprotected now -- I could practically smell his excitement. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max.<<else>>My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <br><br> My arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as I grasped his cock, aiming it unhappily til the conical tip found my slit and then my hand hit hard against my mound, cock shoving through my hand like extra pussy as he instantly drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>>"OW!" I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <br><br> <<if _sexability gt 3>> "Mother. Fucker. That pussy." I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "H-holy f-fuck." He was overwhelmed, especially bareback, I was working him off quickly. "Feels fuckin good, donnit?" Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. It was giving him levels of pleasure he hadn't experienced before and he was hungry for it. "Hot little cunt..." His eyes were rolling, he couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<elseif _sexability gt 1>> "Mmm. Good pussy." I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "Take. That. Cock." His face was a grin, especially bareback, I was working him off. "Feel it?" Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. "Feeeel that cock." I could tell he hadn't expected it to be this good, but he was hungry for it. "Little cunt..." He couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<else>> "Mmm." He frowned, focusing as he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "Take. That. Cock." His face was full of focus, even unprotected, he wasn't enjoying himself as much as he would. "Goddammit. Come on, little cunt..." He was working hard, trying to find his release with me, couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <br><br> He grunted loudly. His body shoved hard against me as he tried to find the places my pussy pleased him best. He wasn't athletic, but his body had hidden strength and he was using it to fuck me. I whimpered. I squealed and pouted. And he seemed to like it. A lot. <br><br> "Thought. You'd. Be. A better. Fuck." He talked to me as he thrust, "Whatever. I'll still. Nut." <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> And then my thoughts began to shift from disgust, discomfort and confusion to a sudden rising enjoyment. Though that misshapen thing hurt pulling out and stuffing back in -- pussy was made for more uniform thickness -- it also tugged at me and pushed against my spots in ways I had never experienced. And I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>. My heels pressed against his kidneys, pulling him against me as my body responded unexpectedly. <br><br> "Yeah, cum on that cock. God you fuckin love getting fucked don't you." He grunted out, thrusting harder, spearing me with his meat. His eyes took on a quality of his own surprise, watching him making me cum with his cock. <<shake 4s>>Again.<</shake>>. <<shake 6s>>Agaiiiin.<</shake>> And he loved it. I wanted it to end, but my body didn't. <<else>> I was less than surprised at how little enjoyment I got out of the whole thing. It was more like counting time, watching him lurch against me, feeling the wide-in-the-middle cock pop in and tug free like a knot that shocked me every time. Pussy was designed for thickness a bit more consistent, not that thing. It only added insult to injury. <</if>> <br><br> But it did <<linkexpand "end.">> <<face angry>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy2 thighs2>> end. <br><br> He shoved forward with a loud yell, pushing me back towards with wall with the force of his final fucking. His hands stepped their way forward and the saliva finally fell, right across my face. His cock pulsed and swelled in me as big blasts of warmth spewed inside me. He huffed, shoving deep, getting his sticky semen ballsdeep inside me. With a shuddering groan, he looked down at me, pawing one of his hands across my face, giving a few remaining thumps against my pussy to get his whole orgasm out. <br><br> "God, yer a fuckin ''treat''." He laughed, leaning in to lick me across my face, missing the place where the saliva hit, so now I had two drying wetnesses on my mussed makeup. <br><br> And then, as perfunctory as the mounting had been, he dismounted. The pull of that egg-dick from me was less pleasant than the thrusting or sticking in. It was really sudden, very careless, and surprisingly he was still mostly holding shape despite having just blown his load. <br><br> He stopped a moment, eyes between my legs as they dropped from where I'd been keeping them, watching my pink slit slowly begin to show what he'd pumped inside me. "God I fuckin //filled// you. How's that feel?" He smiled up at me, patting hard at my inner thigh, "You're good at taking loads. Get on something," he shrugged and chuckled pleased with himself, "Or not." And then reached across me. I could feel the heat of his large body as it leaned against me once more. <br><br> Groping a tit, he dug in the beside table before grabbing something and flicking it right in my face. I coughed, jerking in surprise as the part-plastic, part-aluminum cold casing hit me. I wondered if it cut me. "There. You wanted a condom, you can have it." He had them the whole time. Asshole. <br><br> He dropped off the bed, making the thing rock and bounce with the lack of his weight. He stretched like he was getting up from a good sleep, his flat ass tensing in my view as the sticky load seeped finally from my hole and down my asscheek. I wanted to fling the condom back at him, but just took it. <<run $Inventory.pushUnique("Condom")>> <br><br> Looking back over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow, "If you're sticking around, I'm gonna fuck you again." It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. Just him telling me how it was. He smiled, watching me disregard the flow from my snatch -- his bed was already dirty enough, probably with cum -- quickly sliding off the bed, depositing it and grabbing my clothes. <br><br> I wanted out of there. Now. <br><br> Not bothering for a quick rinse off or wipe-down, I tugged my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>>, leaning against the door jamb for support -- and to be as close to a speedy departure as possible. <br><br> He didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I just got out, grabbed a tuk-tuk back home like my life depended <<linkexpand "on it.">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> on it. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. That __incel__ would never get me ''anywhere''. I had just gotten railed and nutted in by a complete random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path>> I guess I was going to get the worst experience possible. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>>I felt a heat rising from my clenching internal organs. Fuck, I hated my lizard brain sometime. I was turned //on// by this. And I was disgusted with that fact. Still, my pussy was begging for it.<</if>> "Are...you sure?" The last part was almost a whisper, biting my lower lip and regaining eye contact, puppy dog look, hand stroking down his mid-section to grasp and stroke his cock. Mostly to keep it out of me, but also to tease and please him. <br><br> He smiled ruefully, "Fuck yeah. You're on something, or you //should// be." He laughed, not letting me answer. Just telling me what I was thinking as well. It felt like a spider crawling up from my asscrack to the base of my skull as he leaned forward anyway, ignoring my request. "Put my cock in you." His request now. Ignoring my potentially fertile state and making it be //me// that took us the next step. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy and really liked going unprotected now -- I could practically smell his excitement. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max.<<else>>My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <br><br> My arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as I grasped his cock, aiming it unhappily til the conical tip found my slit and then my hand hit hard against my mound, cock shoving through my hand like extra pussy as he instantly drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>>"OW!" I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <br><br> <<if _sexability gt 3>> "Mother. Fucker. That pussy." I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "H-holy f-fuck." He was overwhelmed, especially bareback, I was working him off quickly. "Feels fuckin good, donnit?" Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. It was giving him levels of pleasure he hadn't experienced before and he was hungry for it. "Hot little cunt..." His eyes were rolling, he couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<elseif _sexability gt 1>> "Mmm. Good pussy." I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "Take. That. Cock." His face was a grin, especially bareback, I was working him off. "Feel it?" Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. "Feeeel that cock." I could tell he hadn't expected it to be this good, but he was hungry for it. "Little cunt..." He couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<else>> "Mmm." He frowned, focusing as he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "Take. That. Cock." His face was full of focus, even unprotected, he wasn't enjoying himself as much as he would. "Goddammit. Come on, little cunt..." He was working hard, trying to find his release with me, couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <br><br> He grunted loudly. His body shoved hard against me as he tried to find the places my pussy pleased him best. He wasn't athletic, but his body had hidden strength and he was using it to fuck me. I whimpered. I squealed and pouted. And he seemed to like it. A lot. <br><br> "Thought. You'd. Be. A better. Fuck." He talked to me as he thrust, "Whatever. I'll still. Nut." <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> And then my thoughts began to shift from disgust, discomfort and confusion to a sudden rising enjoyment. Though that misshapen thing hurt pulling out and stuffing back in -- pussy was made for more uniform thickness -- it also tugged at me and pushed against my spots in ways I had never experienced. And I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>. My heels pressed against his kidneys, pulling him against me as my body responded unexpectedly. <br><br> "Yeah, cum on that cock. God you fuckin love getting fucked don't you." He grunted out, thrusting harder, spearing me with his meat. His eyes took on a quality of his own surprise, watching him making me cum with his cock. <<shake 4s>>Again.<</shake>>. <<shake 6s>>Agaiiiin.<</shake>> And he loved it. I wanted it to end, but my body didn't. <<else>> I was less than surprised at how little enjoyment I got out of the whole thing. It was more like counting time, watching him lurch against me, feeling the wide-in-the-middle cock pop in and tug free like a knot that shocked me every time. Pussy was designed for thickness a bit more consistent, not that thing. It only added insult to injury. <</if>> <br><br> But it did <<linkexpand "end.">> <<face angry>> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy2 thighs2>> end. <br><br> He shoved forward with a loud yell, pushing me back towards with wall with the force of his final fucking. His hands stepped their way forward and the saliva finally fell, right across my face. His cock pulsed and swelled in me as big blasts of warmth spewed inside me. He huffed, shoving deep, getting his sticky semen ballsdeep inside me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> And I fucking <<shake 5s>>came<</shake>> too, feeling his weird cock's shape flexing inside me, the sticky big shots of liquid spraying my cervix, the underside of his meat pulsing right before each one. I pulled at him with my heels and pushed my crotch against him as I whined between tight lips. <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> With a shuddering groan, he looked down at me, pawing one of his hands across my face, giving a few remaining thumps against my pussy to get his whole orgasm out. <br><br> "God, yer a fuckin ''treat''." He laughed, leaning in to lick me across my face, missing the place where the saliva hit, so now I had two drying wetnesses on my mussed makeup. <br><br> And then, as perfunctory as the mounting had been, he dismounted. The pull of that egg-dick from me was less pleasant than the thrusting or sticking in. It was really sudden, very careless, and surprisingly he was still mostly holding shape despite having just blown his load. <br><br> He stopped a moment, eyes between my legs as they dropped from where I'd been keeping them, watching my pink slit slowly begin to show what he'd pumped inside me. "God I fuckin //filled// you. How's that feel?" He smiled up at me, patting hard at my inner thigh, "You're good at taking loads. Get on something," he shrugged and chuckled pleased with himself, "Or not." And then reached across me. I could feel the heat of his large body as it leaned against me once more. <br><br> He dropped off the bed, making the thing rock and bounce with the lack of his weight. He stretched like he was getting up from a good sleep, his flat ass tensing in my view as the sticky load seeped finally from my hole and down my asscheek. <br><br> Looking back over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow, "If you're sticking around, I'm gonna fuck you again." It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. Just him telling me how it was. He smiled, watching me disregard the flow from my snatch -- his bed was already dirty enough, probably with cum -- quickly sliding off the bed, depositing it and grabbing my clothes. <br><br> I wanted out of there. Now. <br><br> Not bothering for a quick rinse off or wipe-down, I tugged my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>>, leaning against the door jamb for support -- and to be as close to a speedy departure as possible. <br><br> He didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I just got out, grabbed a tuk-tuk back home like my life depended <<linkexpand "on it.">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> on it. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. That __incel__ would never get me ''anywhere''. I had just gotten railed and nutted in by a complete random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheckPreg "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> Shit. He was going to fuck a sex worker and wasn't going to wrap up. What. The. Fuck. <br><br> I felt a churn in my stomach. Only partially from his misuse of my throat moments ago. <br><br> I made a mental note to figure out what to be doing in situations like these. Late for pointers now, but better late than never. For the moment, it looked like I was taking this guy rawdog. I crossed my fingers he didn't have anything. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> I felt a heat rising from my clenching internal organs. Fuck, I hated my lizard brain sometime. I was turned //on// by this. And I was disgusted with that fact. Still, my pussy was begging for it. <</if>> "Are...you sure?" The last part was almost a whisper, biting my lower lip and regaining eye contact, puppy dog look, hand stroking down his mid-section to grasp and stroke his cock. Mostly to keep it out of me, but also to tease and please him. <br><br> He smiled ruefully, "Fuck yeah. You're on something, or you //should// be." He laughed, not letting me answer. Just telling me what I was thinking as well. It felt like a spider crawling up from my asscrack to the base of my skull as he leaned forward anyway, ignoring my request. "Put my cock in you." His request now. Ignoring my potentially fertile state and making it be //me// that took us the next step. <br><br> He grunted. I grunted. We got into position. None of this was sexy, made more so by the location...and him. How was he staying hard with this efficiency? Oh, right, he found //me// sexy and really liked going unprotected now -- I could practically smell his excitement. His body dwarfed mine as it lumbered over me. I tried to make room. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Pliant Limbs")>>I was immediately thankful for my flexibility, because my hipflexors were at their max.<<else>>My eyes popped open, wishing for better flexibility. His midsection was pushing my hipflexors past their limit and they were //complaining//.<</if>> <br><br> My arm hit against my inner thigh, scant room for him to be moving around as I grasped his cock, aiming it unhappily til the conical tip found my slit and then my hand hit hard against my mound, cock shoving through my hand like extra pussy as he instantly drove his oblong cock inside me. <<if $Stats.Skills['Discipline'].value lt 2>>"OW!" I yelped.<<else>>I bit back a yelp.<</if>> I tensed underneath him as he quickly shoved it to the base. A very ungenerous lover. <br><br> <<if _sexability gt 3>> "Mother. Fucker. That pussy." I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "H-holy f-fuck." He was overwhelmed, especially bareback, I was working him off quickly. "Feels fuckin good, donnit?" Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. It was giving him levels of pleasure he hadn't experienced before and he was hungry for it. "Hot little cunt..." His eyes were rolling, he couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<elseif _sexability gt 1>> "Mmm. Good pussy." I could see his eyes rolling back in his head and he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "Take. That. Cock." His face was a grin, especially bareback, I was working him off. "Feel it?" Some men would have tried to fight it, but not him. It //excited// him. "Feeeel that cock." I could tell he hadn't expected it to be this good, but he was hungry for it. "Little cunt..." He couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <<else>> "Mmm." He frowned, focusing as he began to bang against me. A staccato rhythm of his jelly-like body, hints of his bones as he made contact against me. It was like he was chopping wood, striking at my axegash in a way that could only be thought of as a task. Like masturbation. <br><br> My hands scrabbled against his grimy sheets as his weight pushed and pressed me down against the mattress. I was begging for purchase, trying to simultaneously not be crushed but also not bounce around under the fucking. Eventually one of my hands reached the wall -- no headboard -- and I braced as hard as I could. One arm up, my <<if Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>>massive tits hitting me in the chin and feeling like they were going to swing off of my body with their swaying.<<elseif $Body.tits == "large">>big tits nearly smacking my chin as they bounced with his motions. I felt them pulling at my musculature and wished I could grab and hold them still.<<elseif $Body.tits == "medium">>perky tits shuddered and swung with this guy's motion, almost feeling like he'd fuck them off me. I wished I could hold them still.<<else>>small tits didn't usually move too much -- I was hardly aware of their presence most of the time, but with the way he was thrusting into me, I could feel them bouncing as much as they possibly could.<</if>> And his eyes were on them, watching them like a show that he created with his thrusting cock. <br><br> "Take. That. Cock." His face was full of focus, even unprotected, he wasn't enjoying himself as much as he would. "Goddammit. Come on, little cunt..." He was working hard, trying to find his release with me, couldn't keep his mouth closed and I was watching a strand of saliva hanging and swinging in time with my tits, threatening to drop on me. <br><br> He grunted loudly. His body shoved hard against me as he tried to find the places my pussy pleased him best. He wasn't athletic, but his body had hidden strength and he was using it to fuck me. I whimpered. I squealed and pouted. And he seemed to like it. A lot. <br><br> "Thought. You'd. Be. A better. Fuck." He talked to me as he thrust, "Whatever. I'll still. Nut." <</if>> <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> And then my thoughts began to shift from disgust, discomfort and confusion to a sudden rising enjoyment. Though that misshapen thing hurt pulling out and stuffing back in -- pussy was made for more uniform thickness -- it also tugged at me and pushed against my spots in ways I had never experienced. And I <<shake 2s>>came<</shake>>. My heels pressed against his kidneys, pulling him against me as my body responded unexpectedly. <br><br> "Yeah, cum on that cock. God you fuckin love getting fucked don't you." He grunted out, thrusting harder, spearing me with his meat. His eyes took on a quality of his own surprise, watching him making me cum with his cock. <<shake 4s>>Again.<</shake>>. <<shake 6s>>Agaiiiin.<</shake>> And he loved it. I wanted it to end, but my body didn't. <<else>> I was less than surprised at how little enjoyment I got out of the whole thing. It was more like counting time, watching him lurch against me, feeling the wide-in-the-middle cock pop in and tug free like a knot that shocked me every time. Pussy was designed for thickness a bit more consistent, not that thing. It only added insult to injury. <</if>> <br><br> But it did <<linkexpand "end.">> <<cumSpray mound1 pussy2 thighs2>> <<face angry>> end. <br><br> He shoved forward with a loud yell, pushing me back towards with wall with the force of his final fucking. His hands stepped their way forward and the saliva finally fell, right across my face. His cock pulsed and swelled in me as big blasts of warmth spewed inside me. He huffed, shoving deep, getting his sticky semen ballsdeep inside me. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Kinks" "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> And I fucking <<shake 5s>>came<</shake>> too, feeling his weird cock's shape flexing inside me, the sticky big shots of liquid spraying my cervix, the underside of his meat pulsing right before each one. I pulled at him with my heels and pushed my crotch against him as I whined between tight lips. <</if>> <br><br> <</if>> With a shuddering groan, he looked down at me, pawing one of his hands across my face, giving a few remaining thumps against my pussy to get his whole orgasm out. <br><br> "God, yer a fuckin ''treat''." He laughed, leaning in to lick me across my face, missing the place where the saliva hit, so now I had two drying wetnesses on my mussed makeup. <br><br> And then, as perfunctory as the mounting had been, he dismounted. The pull of that egg-dick from me was less pleasant than the thrusting or sticking in. It was really sudden, very careless, and surprisingly he was still mostly holding shape despite having just blown his load. <br><br> He stopped a moment, eyes between my legs as they dropped from where I'd been keeping them, watching my pink slit slowly begin to show what he'd pumped inside me. "God I fuckin //filled// you. How's that feel?" He smiled up at me, patting hard at my inner thigh, "You're good at taking loads. Get on something," he shrugged and chuckled pleased with himself, "Or not." And then reached across me. I could feel the heat of his large body as it leaned against me once more. <br><br> He dropped off the bed, making the thing rock and bounce with the lack of his weight. He stretched like he was getting up from a good sleep, his flat ass tensing in my view as the sticky load seeped finally from my hole and down my asscheek. <br><br> Looking back over his shoulder he raised an eyebrow, "If you're sticking around, I'm gonna fuck you again." It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a promise. Just him telling me how it was. He smiled, watching me disregard the flow from my snatch -- his bed was already dirty enough, probably with cum -- quickly sliding off the bed, depositing it and grabbing my clothes. <br><br> I wanted out of there. Now. <br><br> Not bothering for a quick rinse off or wipe-down, I tugged my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>>, leaning against the door jamb for support -- and to be as close to a speedy departure as possible. <br><br> He didn't say a thing. Neither did I. I just got out, grabbed a tuk-tuk back home like my life depended <<linkexpand "on it.">> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> on it. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?! There was no intel. That __incel__ would never get me ''anywhere''. I had just gotten railed and nutted in by a complete random on the outside chance that being a whore at this club was going to lead to eventual success in this mission. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<vCardCheck "Unknown Incel" M "Some gross guy in his incel den">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <</linkexpand>> <</if>> <<path>> I was a whore. But I wasn't worthless. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> <<face worried>> "Uh, sorry. Not really working. First night we just learn the ropes, get pointers, ya know--" <br><br> He grabbed at my arm, "Bullshit. Come on, bitch." <br><br> O-//kay//. Yeah. I pulled free and shuffled off away from the couches, putting as much distance between me and that creep. <br><br> Tao saw me coming. <<if $People['AI'].Peaches.rel lt 1>>She had a bead on me. The unruly girl.<</if>> "You." Her hand brought me to a sudden stop. "Sit. The fuuuck. Back down." She was pulling me back with a ferocity and strength that was shocking. Maybe this little field could protect me if I ever needed it. <br><br> "Sorry, Tao--" <br><br> "No, no sorries. You do your //fucking// job. Pun intended." There was no mirth in her look. She shoved me back down on the couch. Luckily, the gross guy was gone. <br><br> I demured and she accepted my submission. This would not hold up. Not if I wanted to actually get ''in'' with anyone or any//where// at this club. I'd need to be a pliant pussy for her...and these men. Otherwise, I'd be tossed aside. Or worse. <br><br> So, I sat, accepting my position and awaiting whatever came...my way. Pun <<linkexpand "intended.">> <<face sad runny>> <<cumSpray facial2 mouth2>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill anal>> <<state tired>> <br><br><br> Maybe I seemed cowed. Maybe people watched the altercation and knew I was on thin ice. Maybe she directed guys my way. Most of the other girls took one, //maybe// two johns in a night. A couple girls were either overzealous or incredibly needy and took as many as possible. Tao loved the latter. That night I was the latter. <br><br> I certainly wasn't zealous being brought into the bathroom, hips banging against the edge of the sink. <br><br> I definitely wasn't needy when I got low-balled on the offer. I just said yes, kneeled in front of them, nose against their balls until they blew on my face. <br><br> I was a shell of who I was. But if I was going to be doing this, it needed to move the needle on the mission. <br><br> None of these Johns were of any use either. I was of use to them. But I did get a better understanding of the flow and and setup of the club. Trips to those back hallways allowed me opportunities to survey. And opportunities to learn the scratichiti on the bathroom stalls. <br><br> I made sure I was the last one to leave. The men were quenched by me. And everything ached. My lips were raw, not to mention my palms, my pussy and ass. My feet throbbed. <br><br> When I finally got to sleep and try and forget about the things I did -- and reinforce the few things I had learned -- I just hoped I had reingratiated myself with Peaches again. I didn't think I could do another makeup session like that [[again|HomeBase]]. <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel -->> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $D1John is "Incel">> <div id="virgin"> "Oh uh, hey. Uh hi." He was barely sitting next to me, barely close enough to get the sense that this //was// his approach. <br><br> I turned. God, he was young. Fresh-faced and smiling dumbly. Dressed smart, though it wasn't a well-tailored suit that hung on his slight body as if he was a hangar, "Hey there." I smiled broadly, reaching over and putting my hand in his. "<<print $CC.name>>." A slight squeeze. <br><br> His eyes flicked away from me when he felt the warmth and pressure of my hand. He was looking over to a group of guys that were certainly his business bros, "Cool. Yeah. So. You're...new?" <br><br> "Uh, yep." I could feel the sweat on his palm. <br><br> "Me too. I mean. Cool. Uh so. Should we...? They're going to pay." The sweetness and his awkwardness dispelled by that last moment as he brought money into the picture. <br><br> Was I going to fuck this kid simply because it wasn't a totally gross option? <<crossroads #virgin>> <<path>> Who was I kidding? A useful john? Might as well be a nice one. <<contents>> <<Stats Easy ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel ++>> "Sorry about that." I could barely make out the words as we traversed the hallway outside, "They're just...really excited. It's embarassing." We were walking together, but surprisingly he wasn't touching me. The energy of two...friends? leaving the club together. <br><br> "It's fine. You work with them?" <br><br> "Yeah, just started." <br><br> "Oh, wow. Congrats." I smiled broadly. He seemed sweet and unthreatening. Things could be far worse, I figured as we stood on the sidewalk, waiting for his rideshare to arrive. He was fixated on his phone in a way that spoke to nerves, not concern about the ride being cancelled on him. "You okay?" <br><br> "Um. Yeah. Uh. So...you aren't gunna run away, are you?" <br><br> My hackles raised, "Uh. No?" I wasn't sure what outs I had, if any. <br><br> "I'm incredibly embarassed." <br><br> I nuzzled against him, holding his arm, "You keep saying that." <br><br> "Well, cuz...I am." <br><br> "Shhhh." I leaned up and gave him a slow, passionate kiss. Alright, not a bad pull after all. Putty and no expectations. He did shush and the rideshare pulled up for us to get into. "It's fine. It'll be great." <br><br> I hadn't seen money exchange hands, and wondered if I was going to have to handle that myself. I had no direction and the distinct feeling that I was supposed to innately know. Questions seemed taboo. Taboo. Funny word at that moment. <br><br> It also seemed so odd and unsettling to be taken 'offsite'. Thoughts, memories, and stories passed through my head as I thought of lot lizards climbing into trucks or off to the nextdoor motel, girls on the corner doing their work there on the street, brothels having their own setup onsite. And yet, the club had its own sex workers with no location for us -- ugh that was so weird -- to do the thing. It felt dangerous and vague. <br><br> And here I was, climbing into a car with a <<link "stranger">><<replace "#virgin">> <<face ahego>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> "So, I'm, uh, Paul." I could see him considering where he offered his hand. <br><br> Not a total stranger now, I guess, "<<print $CC.name>>." I sat close to him in the back of the car. <br><br> "That's a nice name. Should--I have not asked? Or said mine? Not really sure what the rules are." <br><br> I laughed, leaning my head against his shoulder. Such a sweet boy, "Neither do I." <br><br> "So you really just started? You're new to...//this//? Nowhere else either?" I nodded, "Well, I guess that makes me feel better." <br><br> I squeezed his hand, "Good. Me too. You can't imagine how nervous I was about all this." <br><br> His body shifted, turning more towards me as we found this strange common ground, "Me either. The guys were telling me what I could expect tonight...and then I saw you." The red hit his cheeks instantly. I felt some rising in my own. I leaned into him and we began to kiss, ignoring the driver as our tongues played. <br><br> He seemed frozen, hands planted on either side of him as he sat there, as if I was off-limits. I reached over and brought his hand to my thigh. I felt him shudder in excitement as I gave him permission and presented my body for him to enjoy. <br><br> His timidity disappeared, hand digging eagerly under my clothes to my pussy. He broke the kiss with a happy gasp feeling my heat and wetness and the sensation of his finger pressing up inside me. I leaned back and spread my thighs, watching him as he worked it back and forth. <br><br> Moving closer, he got a better angle at my snatch, breathing into my ear heavily, palm rubbing against the top of my mound and teasing my clit, his finger pushing up from inside. For a virgin, he definitely had some kind of practice because this was //good//. <br><br> "Oh, yeah..." the encouragement got an immediate response, a second finger entering me and he picked up the pace. I hadn't expected to get mine this evening, so this was another welcome surprise. He was firm, yet gentle, not jamming his fingers inside me like other inexperienced guys or ones who just didn't care. He rocked back and forth with his hand and seemed massively interested in //my// pleasure. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> It rose quick and aggressively from the core of my body right away. I had barely begun to get wet as I felt my walls tightening and spasming on his fingers. I squeaked softly, feet pressing agaist the floorboard as my peak came fast and furious. <br><br> He seemed to startle, freezing and looking at me in shock as he felt my vagina grabbing and holding his fingers. I shook my head, breathing out hard, "Keep going." And I was nodding, feeling the orgasm receding. The words left my lips and he launched right in, grinning and leaning back to look at me as he got me off. And off. And off. <br><br> "F-fuck! P-p-pauul." I grit my teeth, arching against the seat and gyrating against his hand as I came quick and came <<shake 2s>>hard<</shake>>. My panting came out jerkily as he didn't relent, continuing the same rhythm, the blood swelling in my head, pulsing and throbbing in my ears as I squealed despite the driver being //right// there. I could only focus on the back of his head as I came and almost before the last one was complete, my body was tensing and shuddering through another one. <br><br> This kid wasn't going to lose his virginity if he killed me. And he was trying to kill me. <br><br> I don't remember getting to our destination, but Paul was pulling me out of the car. He looked ashamed, but also ruddy in his cheeks from how hot that had been. It had been fucking //hot//. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>> I felt the wetness between my thighs, a jungle-like atmosphere as the heat throbbed from my sex oven while he fingered me. My palms became sweaty as his palm became slick with my lubrication. My vision hazed, eyes unfocused, I lost the ability to pay attention to anything around me and only everything in me. And then I came and my awareness expanded to beyond myself. "F-fuuuckk." I writhed next to him, he grinned and leaned back to look at me, unrelentingly thrusting his fingers in and out -- he got me off. And off. And off. <br><br> "F-fuck! P-p-pauul." I grit my teeth, arching against the seat and gyrating against his hand as I came quick and came <<shake 2s>>hard<</shake>>. My panting came out jerkily as he didn't relent, continuing the same rhythm, the blood swelling in my head, pulsing and throbbing in my ears as I squealed despite the driver being //right// there. I could only focus on the back of his head as I came and almost before the last one was complete, my body was tensing and shuddering through another one. <br><br> This kid wasn't going to lose his virginity if he killed me. And he was trying to kill me. <br><br> I don't remember getting to our destination, but Paul was pulling me out of the car. He looked ashamed, but also ruddy in his cheeks from how hot that had been. It had been fucking //hot//. <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>> I felt the wetness between my thighs, a jungle-like atmosphere as the heat throbbed from my sex oven while he fingered me. My palms became sweaty as his palm became slick with my lubrication. My vision hazed, eyes unfocused, I lost the ability to pay attention to anything around me and only everything in me. I ground against his soft, young palm, I rocked in time with his thrusting. I made eye contact with him, breathing hotly in each other's faces as we both had the same focus: me cumming. I whimpered and squeaked, a plaintive, needy stare in my eyes as it felt like it was close, now closer, shit I thought I was about to...closer... <br><br> "F-fuuckkkkk." I nodded hard, head dropping back against the seat as I quivered and shook against him, letting my body spasm while his fingers were gripped within my soaked snatch. <br><br> "F-fuck! P-p-pauul." I grit my teeth, arching against the seat and gyrating against his hand as I came <<shake 2s>>hard<</shake>>. My panting came out jerkily as he didn't relent, continuing the same rhythm, the blood swelling in my head, pulsing and throbbing in my ears as I squealed despite the driver being //right// there. I could only focus on the back of his head as I came and almost before the last one was complete, my body was tensing and shuddering through another one. <br><br> This kid wasn't going to lose his virginity if he killed me. And he was trying to kill me. <br><br> I don't remember getting to our destination, but Paul was pulling me out of the car. He looked ashamed, but also ruddy in his cheeks from how hot that had been. It had been fucking //hot//. <<else>> I felt the wetness between my thighs, a jungle-like atmosphere as the heat throbbed from my sex oven while he fingered me. My palms became sweaty as his palm became slick with my lubrication. My vision hazed, eyes unfocused, I lost the ability to pay attention to anything around me and only everything in me. I ground against his soft, young palm, I rocked in time with his thrusting. I made eye contact with him, breathing hotly in each other's faces as we both had the same focus: me cumming. I whimpered and squeaked, a plaintive, needy stare in my eyes as it felt like it was close, now closer, shit I thought I was about to...closer...I broke eye contact, needing to pull away and focus on that crest that was //right// there... <br><br> Staring hard at the back of the driver's head without even noticing it, watching the spots dance to the tune on the radio -- he had pumped it to keep the pumping in the backseat as hidden from him as possible -- I was a squirming mess, right on the verge and going crazy that it wasn't coming. <br><br> "Here." The car had stopped, Paul's fingers suddenly stopped moving and pulled from me slick and without hesitation. I could see his excitement and arousal become instant shame, "Yeah, sorry." Swiping his card as I panted like an idiot and was yelling at myself for having looked at the driver. As if it was my fault that we got to our destination. I was left wanting. <</if>> <br><br> Giggling and swaying slightly from the light-headedness, Paul was laughing trying to get me in the door. I took a deep breath and righted myself, arms up, arms down, "Sorry. Okay. Good to go." And wrapped my arm through his, leaning into him as we walked through the apartment lobby. I couldn't ignore my thighs rubbing together, the moisture down there made it less easy to walk rather than easier. "Ya know, I thought tonight was about //you//." He rolled his eyes, beaming from the carride, "How would your boys react--" <br><br> "Well, they aren't here now." <br><br> "Nope." I didn't restrain myself as the endorphines rushed through my blood, playfully kissing and teasing him in the elevator up to his floor, his apartment. If I hadn't been so worked up, I would have been concerned that my new hob was expecting me to not only go offsite, but straight to whoever's home I was with that evening. Or not even their home. Potentially a killroom. Fucking insane practices. <br><br> His apartment was Spartan, maybe pre-furnished, "You want a drink?" <br><br> I shook my head, "Should keep my wits about me." I didn't mind telling him straight up that safe was smart. <br><br> "I'm gonna..." I nodded and waved him on. He proceeded to make himself a quick, heavy-handed drink while I moved over into the 'bedroom' of the studio apartment, losing my <<link "footwear">><<feet>><<socks>><</link>> and sitting at the edge of the bed. <br><br> He cleared his throat, maybe making space for him to guzzle the liquid, while looking over at me. He was keeping the kitchen island between us, so I tried to entice him. I pulled one of my remaining articles over my <<link "head">><<upper>><</link>>, tossing my hair and smiling over at him. <br><br> "No?" I laughed. He began pouring a second draught of liquid courage. I didn't need any more indication that this //was// his first time. It was time to see if fully naked <<print $CC.name>> did the trick. <<if $Body.braless == true>>I reached back and undid my <<link "bra">><<bra>><</link>>, freeing the girls.<</if>> <<if $Body.undies == "Commando">>I leaned back on my palms, smiling and letting my thighs spread, bouncing them wider and closed to draw his eyes between them.<<else>>Quickly, I thumbed my underwear <<link "down">><<panties>><</link>> my thighs, letting them drop open when they collected at my toes. I leaned back on my palms, grinning at him and bouncing my legs wider and slightly closer to draw his eyes between them.<</if>> <br><br> He pounded drink too, steeling himself. <br><br> I rolled my eyes and patted the bed, "Come here. Where'd the Paul from the car go?" <br><br> The glass clinked against the island and he crossed to me wearing the expression of a shamed dog. "Sorry." /* IMAGE (Needed): Hands pulling at a jacket*/ <br><br> "Shhh." I shook my head with a warm smile, looking up at him and drawing him between my thighs, pulling at his jacket. I looked up at him as I doffed it. Then slowly, I began to undo his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders, before dropping to his slacks. Oh, he was ready. I'd never experienced a man so horny, yet also putting so many barriers between himself and getting release. <br><br> "Oh, one sec." His hand caught the slacks before they fell completely off him, his cock sticking up at a sharp angle, right towards my face and swinging as he dug awkwardly in the back pocket despite the pants being nearly at his knees. I took the opportunity to distract and tease him, taking him in my mouth, looking up and just using my tongue. His hand stopped moving. He froze entirely, mouth dropping open and looking down at me, hiding the head of his cock. "Oh god..." <br><br> "Mhmmm." I said with his meat in my mouth. His frozen state instantly shifted and he pulled out his wallet, digging through it furiously, removing a condom before letting his slacks drop away as he tossed the wallet on the floor too. He waved the packaged prophylactic to get my attention. <<skillChecked "Kinks" "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding")>> "First time and you want to wrap up? You're definitely clean. I'm--" <br><br> "Just. Please." <</if>> <br><br> I nodded, unwrapping the rubber and working it progressively down his swollen member and watching him grunt at the sensation. I realized while it might be meaningful for him to be on top, to be in control his first time, I worried about his over-concern for me and my pleasure. And I knew I could rock his world. <br><br> Protected, I guided him by his hips to sit down beside me. I lifted, swinging one knee over his lap and then sank myself down over him, one hand on his shaft to ensure it was aimed properly. I was so wet, so ready, the insertion was instantaneous and full. <br><br> <<if _sexability gt 4>> "Oh, GOD." His dark eyes flashed wide, gawking up past me at the ceiling as he experienced it for the first time. I giggled and curled my arms around his back so my tits pressed tightly to his chest. I wiggled my hips, ass against his parted thighs as I worked his base against my mound and his tip deep within me. I cradled my chin against his shoulder and began to rock. <br><br> My back hunched and relaxed with fluid motions, my lips nipped slightly at his ear as I began to purr. <br><br> The moment he felt the first tug of my pussy, his hands were grabbing hard at my ass. The grunt in my ear was so loud I worried he popped my eardrum. "Mhmmm." I repeated, not allowing his hands to get any control. The room filled with his noises and the slow, methodical smack of my body against his crotch and legs. <br><br> I could feel him shaking. It didn't surprise me that it would be fast. I knew I was really fucking good. And it //was// his first. I didn't know if I could stop it either. <br><br> I leaned back, giving him a full display of my rocking, tensing naked body and instantly, he came. He whimpered, almost pained as he humped against me. The pitch of that pained whine lifted as I wouldn't stop moving, extending his orgasm as long as I could. <<elseif _sexability gt 2>> "Oh, GOD." His dark eyes flashed wide, gawking up past me at the ceiling as he experienced it for the first time. I giggled and curled my arms around his back so my tits pressed tightly to his chest. I wiggled my hips, ass against his parted thighs as I worked his base against my mound and his tip deep within me. I cradled my chin against his shoulder and began to rock. <br><br> My back hunched and relaxed with fluid motions, my lips nipped slightly at his ear as I began to purr. <br><br> The moment he felt the first tug of my pussy, his hands were grabbing hard at my ass. The grunt in my ear was so loud I worried he popped my eardrum. "Mhmmm." I repeated, not allowing his hands to get any control. The room filled with his noises and the slow, methodical smack of my body against his crotch and legs. <br><br> As we got into it, I felt the familiar rise within me. The car had only been a few minutes ago and my body was more than ready to go there again. <br><br> I felt myself frowning, weirded out by the idea of enjoying myself while fucking someone for money. I couldn't stop, though. If this was any other fuck, I could stop, I could get off, I could do what I wanted with who I wanted. Those were memories now. <br><br> And that thought quashed a lot of the pleasure coursing through me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Easy Orgasms')>>But not enough. My worried and warped thoughts disappeared in the explosion that ripped through me. Instead, I ground myself hard against him, rubbing my clit against the base of his cock.<</if>> <br><br> He was shaking. It didn't surprise me that it would be fast. I didn't know if I could stop it either. <br><br> I leaned back, giving him a full display of my rocking, tensing naked body and instantly, he came. He whimpered, almost pained as he humped against me. The pitch of that pained whine lifted as I wouldn't stop moving, extending his orgasm as long as I could. <<else>> "Oh, GOD." His dark eyes flashed wide, gawking up past me at the ceiling as he experienced it for the first time. I giggled and curled my arms around his back so my tits pressed tightly to his chest. I wiggled my hips, ass against his parted thighs as I worked his base against my mound and his tip deep within me. I cradled my chin against his shoulder and began to rock. <br><br> My back hunched and relaxed with fluid motions, my lips nipped slightly at his ear as I began to purr. <br><br> The moment he felt the first tug of my pussy, his hands were grabbing hard at my ass. The grunt in my ear was so loud I worried he popped my eardrum. "Mhmmm." I repeated, not allowing his hands to get any control. The room filled with his noises and the slow, methodical smack of my body against his crotch and legs. <br><br> As we got into it, I felt the familiar rise within me. The car had only been a few minutes ago and my body was more than ready to go there again. <br><br> I felt myself frowning, weirded out by the idea of enjoying myself while fucking someone for money. I couldn't stop, though. If this was any other fuck, I could stop, I could get off, I could do what I wanted with who I wanted. Those were memories now. <br><br> And that thought quashed a lot of the pleasure coursing through me. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Hair-Trigger Orgasms')>>But not enough. My worried and warped thoughts disappeared in the explosion that ripped through me. Instead, I ground myself hard against him, rubbing my clit against the base of his cock.<</if>> <br><br> He was shaking. It didn't surprise me that it would be fast. I didn't know if I could stop it either. <br><br> I leaned back, giving him a full display of my rocking, tensing naked body and instantly, he came. He whimpered, almost pained as he humped against me. The pitch of that pained whine lifted as I wouldn't stop moving, extending his orgasm as long as I could. <</if>> <br><br> And then, once his noises stopped, his breathing returned to normal, I smiled, leaning in and began to suck on his tongue. Slowly, I lifted myself off of him, feeling the fluid-filled sack tug free of me. <br><br> His eyes were full of amazement. My eyes were full of warmth as I climbed off him. He shook his head and I laughed, reaching down to pull the condom off of his limp shaft, tying it and moving over to the wastebin so he could watch my naked body move some more. <br><br> "You're leaving..." It wasn't a question, and we both knew the answer. The act was done. I came back over, collected my clothes as I gave him another long kiss. <br><br> "You made tonight special for me." I was surprised at the emotion underneath the words. My hands busied themselves putting my clothes back <<link "on">><<outfit prostitution>><</link>> as I avoided eye contact -- not willing to cry or show him how I felt. <br><br> "Hah. You'll say that to all the guys." <br><br> I smirked, my armor back on, I was able to meet his loving gaze, "Maybe. But thank you." I pecked him again before turning to go. <br><br> "I've called you an car." He called back at me, still naked and spent on the end of his bed. <br><br> "Thank you." It was an unnecessary kindness, but I was glad I wasn't going to need to figure out my own way back in this new town. <br><br> I slid into the car and gave the driver the direction home. As we departed, I wondered who would remember the night more, <<linkexpand "him or me.">> him or me. <br><br> I had the whole ride back to unfortunately relive the entire encounter. <br><br> I stood in front of the mirror in the RedDoorz bathroom removing my makeup as I considered the evening. From an espionage perspective, I hadn't gotten much. The girls weren't situated in a good place to really see what was going on besides the men who were approaching. It wasn't the venue or the approach to get intel...unless the guy I went with had it. <br><br> If this was going to be my approach, //if// it was going to be worthwhile, I'd need to pick and choose who I slept with to make it as useful as humanly possible. They had to give me intel or access. <br><br> It wasn't going to be easy...being easy...but maybe there was a path to a time when I wasn't relegated to the couches. <br><br> I also didn't think there was opportunity for 'upward mobility' in this profession. More like downward. And I was at the bottom. Couldn't likely leverage my way into another 'occupation' now that I was here. <<vCardCheck "Paul, the virgin sales guy" M "Paul, cute virgin">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Patting water on my face, I groaned into a towel before making my way back to my room and dropping off to [[sleep|HomeBase]] before another day that I'd hope would be better, less taxing, where maybe I'd feel less used. <</if>> <</linkexpand>>. <</replace>><</link>>. <<path>> He was nice, but not useful. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> "I, um--" I pulled back. He pulled back. He was stunned. Were there tears in his eyes? "I just..." <br><br> "No, no. I...did I do something wrong?" <br><br> "No! No. Tonight I'm just...not working." It was a lie he might believe. <br><br> "Oh, I'm so, so sorry." He backed off, getting up, straightening his jacket. <br><br> "It's fine. Going to the bathroom..." A little wave, smile and got up as well, moving towards the washrooms. <br><br> Tao saw me coming. <<if $People['AI'].Peaches.rel lt 1>>She had a bead on me. The unruly girl.<</if>> "You." Her hand brought me to a sudden stop. "Sit. The fuuuck. Back down." She was pulling me back with a ferocity and strength that was shocking. Maybe this little field could protect me if I ever needed it. <br><br> "Sorry, Tao--" <br><br> "No, no sorries. You do your //fucking// job. Pun intended." There was no mirth in her look. She shoved me back down on the couch. Luckily, the virgin and his crew were gone. <br><br> I demured and she accepted my submission. This would not hold up. Not if I wanted to actually get ''in'' with anyone or any//where// at this club. I'd need to be a pliant pussy for her...and these men. Otherwise, I'd be tossed aside. Or worse. <br><br> So, I sat, accepting my position and awaiting whatever came...my way. Pun <<linkexpand "intended.">> <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel -->> <<face sad runny>> <<cumSpray facial2 mouth2>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill anal>> <<state tired>> <br><br><br> Maybe I seemed cowed. Maybe people watched the altercation and knew I was on thin ice. Maybe she directed guys my way. Most of the other girls took one, //maybe// two johns in a night. A couple girls were either overzealous or incredibly needy and took as many as possible. Tao loved the latter. That night I was the latter. <br><br> I certainly wasn't zealous being brought into the bathroom, hips banging against the edge of the sink. <br><br> I definitely wasn't needy when I got low-balled on the offer. I just said yes, kneeled in front of them, nose against their balls until they blew on my face. <br><br> I was a shell of who I was. But if I was going to be doing this, it needed to move the needle on the mission. <br><br> None of these Johns were of any use either. I was of use to them. But I did get a better understanding of the flow and and setup of the club. Trips to those back hallways allowed me opportunities to survey. And opportunities to learn the scratichiti on the bathroom stalls. <br><br> I made sure I was the last one to leave. The men were quenched by me. And everything ached. My lips were raw, not to mention my palms, my pussy and ass. My feet throbbed. <br><br> When I finally got to sleep and try and forget about the things I did -- and reinforce the few things I had learned -- I just hoped I had reingratiated myself with Peaches again. I didn't think I could do another makeup session like that [[again|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> "Oh, you look nice." I turned. It was a gentle face. Round. <br><br> "So do you!" I smiled. <br><br> "Well, that's not a good thing." He sighed. His fingers moved towards my leg, "Can...I touch?" It was like the words caught in his throat. <br><br> "There's usually a transaction first." It wasn't mean or icy, just true. <br><br> His fingertips dropped just shy of my thigh, "Right." It was like he shut down. He wasn't moving. He was looking at his hand, mere milimeters from me. <br><br> "I...did I say something wrong?" <br><br> "I guess I was hoping for too much. The other girls are so cold. So...professional. It's fine. I guess. It works for a lonely man like me. I was just hoping...you looked so different. So kind. So new." He wasn't talking to me. It was kind of a monologue to himself. Good English though I'd have pegged him a local. <br><br> And I had broken the fantasy he had that I'd be some magical whore that was //into// him. Or pretended well. Or wasn't jaded. Or all of it. He just didn't know I wasn't //really// a whore. <br><br> He sighed again, heavy. I could feel the despair in the air. <br><br> Fuck! I was a spy, not a sexual therapist. <div id="sadsack"> <<crossroads #sadsack>> <<path>> I felt bad. It was my job to make him feel better. <<contents>> <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> "I'm sorry. This is all super new for me." I let our fingers touch. I squeezed his. <br><br> His eyes met mine again, searching for the truth behind the words. I didn't think I had the werewithal to be concealing, or jaded enough to be putting on a show. "This way, milady." He stood, taking my hand in his and graciously bringing me out of the Club. The incongruity brought a smile to my lips: catered to like a prince whisking away his princess, despite it being a prostitute and a john leaving that seedy corner of Manila's underbelly. <br><br> Not a word from Peaches or the bouncer, or any of the girls. So this casual departure with their moneymakers for places unknown was...a thing. Maybe I'd need to start bringing my own protection. Noted. Yet with this one, I wasn't too worried. <br><br> When he didn't hail a tuk-tuk or call a rideshare, I began to worry for my feet. We were going to be walking the whole way? <br><br> "I hope this doesn't offend you." The statement came out of nowhere. I stood in the street, looking around and at him befuddled. He stepped out of the street and towards the gated entryway of the building directly in front of us. <br><br> "Oh, we're going here?" I laughed. We had barely walked a block. <br><br> "So it meets your criteria?" <br><br> I smiled and gave him a peck on his cheek. I could practically feel the butterflies that it inspired. Past the gate, I made a wrong move -- trying to head down the claustrophobic path in front of us -- he redirected me down a slight set of steps that I would have completely missed otherwise. We were headed down, not in. Before my head had gone before street level, he was at the door, working with the lock and a resistant door. He grunted, making apologetic smiles and faces to me while coaxing it to give. <br><br> "There!" With the flourish of a 'voila' he beckoned me into his semi-basement apartment. <br><br> Unsurprisingly, it was sad. Not dark. Not dirty. Not cramped or cheap. It simply exuded sadness. <br><br> "This way. Oh, my manners, I never got your name!" <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." I followed him towards the bedroom, which I could only assume was where we were headed. <br><br> "I," his hand pressed to his chest, "am Kobe." <br><br> His bedroom was meticulously made up, as if in a ritual prior to my arrival -- or whomever was going to grace his bedsheets. "Oh, fresh and clean." <br><br> "Of course!" He patted the bed, encouraging me up onto it. Okay, quick to it. I went where he directed as he flicked on the overhead light. It cast what was pleasant with a sick, yellow tone. Overhead lights were the bane of appearances. <br><br> He dropped before me. Oh! A gentleman John. I spread my thighs slowly, not to be too crass. He ignored me, or at least the motion. His hands were stroking carefully over my ankles and down to my footwear. Then, gently, delicately, he removed one, then the <<linkexpand "other.">> other. <<feet>> <br><br> His cradled them and gave each a little kiss. Smiling up at me. A foot fetish guy? I mean, sure. I couldn't help but pleasantly grunt feeling him squeeze and slightly dig his thumbs into the soles of my feet. But that was it, his hands slid up my calves, squeezing and stroking. Fuck, he coulda been a masseuse, "Oh, Kobe--" <br><br> "Shhh. Enjoy." Okay. I would. My inner thighs, my hamstrings, my quads, my outer hips and then, as he worked my asscheeks, he began to disrobe me. It had a definite procedure to it, as if there was a right way to take someone's clothes <<linkexpand "off.">> off. <<upper>><<lower>><<panties>><<bra>> <br><br> His hand avoided the typical sexual centers. He worked them over my hips and lower abdomen, but not my mons. My stomach, chest and shoulders, but not my breasts. And then he went down my arms. Lovingly, he kneaded all the way to my hands. <br><br> With a sigh, the massage ended. He seated himself beside me and let his eyes caress me now. "Thank you, Kobe." <br><br> "You're more than welcome. Sometimes that does the job. It should have, with you...but." He opened the fly of his aging chinos, his cock flopped out as flaccid as if he were asleep. <br><br> "Oh." <br><br> I considered giving him a full-body massage but between how long that would take and the fact that he didn't seem concerned with anything more than the state of his penis, I moved my hand across his lower stomach and onto his package. He mmmmed in response. Okay, no massage needed. Well, not //that// kind of massage. "Thank you." <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Master Manipulator")>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<SexSkill oral>> My hand worked. I added a second. I smiled up at him. Fuck. It felt like a dry, limp noodle. There was //no// reaction to what I was doing. There was no reaction to ''me''! <br><br> Nuh-uh. I knew what I was doing. The pads of my thumbs passed side to side over the frenulum. I started to feel life coming into his member. I grinned. He literally, "Wow"-ed. I worked lower, a hand cradling his laden balls. He needed this, badly, but his body was being an unhelpful partner to him. <br><br> So the next thirty minutes went with me trying harder and harder, each little pulse and swelling of his cock encouraging me to work with more enthusiasm. I'd get this soft man stiff. <br><br> Finally. I succeeded! His eyes were wide, he scrambled over to his sidetable, I scrambled back. I knew time was of the essence. <br><br> A condom in hand, he climbed onto me. <div id="condom"> <<crossroads #condom>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding") || $Body.fertile is false>> I could make his night by skipping the protection. <<blocked>> $CC.name is not into Risky sex. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> "You don't need that." <br><br> He was shocked. He wasn't about to waste time on arguing though. He carefully guided his shaft to my slit, hand pumping along it with the time-honored tradition of maintaining an erection. <br><br> And then he was in me. Nothing about the interaction had been sexy. The massage had been lovely, but I certainly wasn't turned on, especially after that half hour of hard labor. I was just glad it didn't hurt too much as he began to thrust, "Oh. My. God." The words came out as if he'd never had sex with a woman before. And maybe it had been that long. Or maybe I was truly giving him a night he hadn't dreamed of. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> All the same, feeling the cock driving home, half-engorged that it was, sent me off into my own ecstacy. My thighs clutched at him. I grasped at his newly made bed. I cawed out as he brought me over the edge. <<else>> I giggled and cooed, encourging him as he thrust inside me. I could tell that he was only still barely maintaining half-engorgement and so it could have gone either way. I wasn't going to be cumming from this, I just wanted it not to be a total loss. <</if>> <br><br> And then he <<linkexpand "came.">> came. <br><br> <<cumSpray pussy1 mound2 thighs2>> He shuddered and his breathing became a staccato as his cock became the hardest it had been all evening. It lengthened and stiffened to be able to send his seed into me with an excitement not just of a man who rarely has sex, but one who rarely has the opportunity to release. <br><br> "There ya go, Kobe." I smiled, patting his buttoned-shirt. He laughed, grinding against me in boyish glee. He was already long soft, but it was as if he was feeling the 'ghost cock' of the fuck. He didn't seem to care. Or rather, he cared a LOT. <br><br> "That was...oh my. Thank you for being you, <<print $CC.name>>." I didn't know what to say to that. He was thanking me for letting him spunk inside me. I think. Or just get hard and fuck. Or both. I didn't know. The whole situation was hard to parse. <br><br> "I should..." I jerked my head a couple times and his eyes went wide. <br><br> "Oh, of ''course''!" He was off of me, wet cock slapping against me as he dismounted and helped me off of his bed, "Here, here." Like a lady-in-waiting, I was brought to his bathroom, even as I leaked on his floor. Inside, I cleaned up before returning. He already had folded my clothes, even though I just needed to put them back on. What a weird gentleman to have encountered in this line of work. <<vCardCheckPreg "Kobe" M "Kobe was a john who had a very hard time getting it up, until me">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> He helped me dress and then let me out of his home like an honored guest. I guess I was. I wondered if he'd return. I wondered if he'd give me five stars, if there was such a [[thing|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> He helped me dress and then let me out of his home like an honored guest. I guess I was. I wondered if he'd return. I wondered if he'd give me five stars, if there was such a [[thing|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Condoms were a must in this line of work. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> He pulled the condom over his cock. I saw that it was losing some of its form, making it harder to get the protection on, which also meant that he was getting in his head and causing a positive feedback loop. Shit. I leaned down quickly and began sucking on his cock, pushing the prophylactic down over his member as I revived him. "Oh t-thank you." He grunted out, shuddering as the taste of rubber filled my mouth. <br><br> Re-invigorated, I leaned back and shoved my hips down towards him, "Come on." I waved him on with a friendly smile. He wasn't about to waste time on arguing though. He carefully guided his shaft to my slit, hand pumping along it with the time-honored tradition of maintaining an erection. <br><br> And then he was in me. Nothing about the interaction had been sexy. The massage had been lovely, but I certainly wasn't turned on, especially after that half hour of hard labor. I was just glad it didn't hurt too much as he began to thrust, "Oh. My. God." The words came out as if he'd never had sex with a woman before. And maybe it had been that long. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> All the same, feeling the cock driving home, half-engorged that it was, sent me off into my own ecstacy. My thighs clutched at him. I grasped at his newly made bed. I cawed out as he brought me over the edge. <<else>> I giggled and cooed, encourging him as he thrust inside me. I could tell that he was only still barely maintaining half-engorgement and so it could have gone either way. I wasn't going to be cumming from this, I just wanted it not to be a total loss. <</if>> <br><br> And then he <<linkexpand "came.">> came. <br><br> He shuddered and his breathing became a staccato as his cock became the hardest it had been all evening. It lengthened and stiffened to be able to send his seed into the condom with an excitement not just of a man who rarely has sex, but one who rarely has the opportunity to release. <br><br> "There ya go, Kobe." I smiled, patting his buttoned-shirt. He laughed, grinding against me in boyish glee. He was already long soft, but it was as if he was feeling the 'ghost cock' of the fuck. He didn't seem to care. Or rather, he cared a LOT. <br><br> "That was...oh my. Thank you for being you, <<print $CC.name>>." I didn't know what to say to that. He was thanking me for getting him hard or letting him fuck. Or both. I didn't know. The whole situation was hard to parse. <br><br> "I should..." I jerked my head a couple times and his eyes went wide. <br><br> "Oh, of ''course''!" He was off of me, wet cock slapping against me with the sagging condom as he dismounted and helped me off of his bed. <<vCardCheck "Kobe" M "Kobe was a john who had a very hard time getting it up, until me">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> He helped me dress and then let me out of his home like an honored guest. I guess I was. I wondered if he'd return. I wondered if he'd give me five stars, if there was such a [[thing|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> He helped me dress and then let me out of his home like an honored guest. I guess I was. I wondered if he'd return. I wondered if he'd give me five stars, if there was such a [[thing|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Skilled Hands and Feet") && $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> My hand worked. I added a second. I smiled up at him. Fuck. It felt like a dry, limp noodle. There was //no// reaction to what I was doing. There was no reaction to ''me''! <br><br> I leaned in to add some lubrication and try something else. I kissed. I suckled. I used firm pressure. I teased with my teeth. With my mouth I started to feel life coming into his member. I worked lower, to his laden balls. He needed this, badly, but his body was being an unhelpful partner to him. <br><br> So the next thirty minutes went with me trying harder and harder, each little pulse and swelling of his cock encouraging me to work with more enthusiasm. I'd get this soft man stiff. <br><br> Finally. I succeeded! His eyes were wide, he scrambled over to his sidetable, I scrambled back. I knew time was of the essence. <br><br> A condom in hand, he climbed onto me. <div id="condom"> <<crossroads #condom>> <<path $Stats.Kinks.includes("Breeding") || $Body.fertile is false>> I could make his night by skipping the protection. <<blocked>> $CC.name is not into Risky sex. <<contents>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<Stats Wiles ++>> "You don't need that." <br><br> He was shocked. He wasn't about to waste time on arguing though. He carefully guided his shaft to my slit, hand pumping along it with the time-honored tradition of maintaining an erection. <br><br> And then he was in me. Nothing about the interaction had been sexy. The massage had been lovely, but I certainly wasn't turned on, especially after that half hour of hard labor. I was just glad it didn't hurt too much as he began to thrust, "Oh. My. God." The words came out as if he'd never had sex with a woman before. And maybe it had been that long. Or maybe I was truly giving him a night he hadn't dreamed of. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> All the same, feeling the cock driving home, half-engorged that it was, sent me off into my own ecstacy. My thighs clutched at him. I grasped at his newly made bed. I cawed out as he brought me over the edge. <<else>> I giggled and cooed, encourging him as he thrust inside me. I could tell that he was only still barely maintaining half-engorgement and so it could have gone either way. I wasn't going to be cumming from this, I just wanted it not to be a total loss. <</if>> <br><br> And then he <<linkexpand "came.">> came. <br><br> <<cumSpray pussy1 mound2 thighs2>> He shuddered and his breathing became a staccato as his cock became the hardest it had been all evening. It lengthened and stiffened to be able to send his seed into me with an excitement not just of a man who rarely has sex, but one who rarely has the opportunity to release. <br><br> "There ya go, Kobe." I smiled, patting his buttoned-shirt. He laughed, grinding against me in boyish glee. He was already long soft, but it was as if he was feeling the 'ghost cock' of the fuck. He didn't seem to care. Or rather, he cared a LOT. <br><br> "That was...oh my. Thank you for being you, <<print $CC.name>>." I didn't know what to say to that. He was thanking me for letting him spunk inside me. I think. Or just get hard and fuck. Or both. I didn't know. The whole situation was hard to parse. <br><br> "I should..." I jerked my head a couple times and his eyes went wide. <br><br> "Oh, of ''course''!" He was off of me, wet cock slapping against me as he dismounted and helped me off of his bed, "Here, here." Like a lady-in-waiting, I was brought to his bathroom, even as I leaked on his floor. Inside, I cleaned up before returning. He already had folded my clothes, even though I just needed to put them back on. What a weird gentleman to have encountered in this line of work. <<vCardCheckPreg "Kobe" M "Kobe was a john who had a very hard time getting it up, until me">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> He helped me dress and then let me out of his home like an honored guest. I guess I was. I wondered if he'd return. I wondered if he'd give me five stars, if there was such a [[thing|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> He helped me dress and then let me out of his home like an honored guest. I guess I was. I wondered if he'd return. I wondered if he'd give me five stars, if there was such a [[thing|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <<path>> Condoms were a must in this line of work. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Risky -->> He pulled the condom over his cock. I saw that it was losing some of its form, making it harder to get the protection on, which also meant that he was getting in his head and causing a positive feedback loop. Shit. I leaned down quickly and began sucking on his cock, pushing the prophylactic down over his member as I revived him. "Oh t-thank you." He grunted out, shuddering as the taste of rubber filled my mouth. <br><br> Re-invigorated, I leaned back and shoved my hips down towards him, "Come on." I waved him on with a friendly smile. He wasn't about to waste time on arguing though. He carefully guided his shaft to my slit, hand pumping along it with the time-honored tradition of maintaining an erection. <br><br> And then he was in me. Nothing about the interaction had been sexy. The massage had been lovely, but I certainly wasn't turned on, especially after that half hour of hard labor. I was just glad it didn't hurt too much as he began to thrust, "Oh. My. God." The words came out as if he'd never had sex with a woman before. And maybe it had been that long. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>> All the same, feeling the cock driving home, half-engorged that it was, sent me off into my own ecstacy. My thighs clutched at him. I grasped at his newly made bed. I cawed out as he brought me over the edge. <<else>> I giggled and cooed, encourging him as he thrust inside me. I could tell that he was only still barely maintaining half-engorgement and so it could have gone either way. I wasn't going to be cumming from this, I just wanted it not to be a total loss. <</if>> <br><br> And then he <<linkexpand "came.">> came. <br><br> He shuddered and his breathing became a staccato as his cock became the hardest it had been all evening. It lengthened and stiffened to be able to send his seed into the condom with an excitement not just of a man who rarely has sex, but one who rarely has the opportunity to release. <br><br> "There ya go, Kobe." I smiled, patting his buttoned-shirt. He laughed, grinding against me in boyish glee. He was already long soft, but it was as if he was feeling the 'ghost cock' of the fuck. He didn't seem to care. Or rather, he cared a LOT. <br><br> "That was...oh my. Thank you for being you, <<print $CC.name>>." I didn't know what to say to that. He was thanking me for getting him hard or letting him fuck. Or both. I didn't know. The whole situation was hard to parse. <br><br> "I should..." I jerked my head a couple times and his eyes went wide. <br><br> "Oh, of ''course''!" He was off of me, wet cock slapping against me with the sagging condom as he dismounted and helped me off of his bed. <<vCardCheck "Kobe" M "Kobe was a john who had a very hard time getting it up, until me">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> He helped me dress and then let me out of his home like an honored guest. I guess I was. I wondered if he'd return. I wondered if he'd give me five stars, if there was such a [[thing|HomeBase]]. What a weird gentleman to have met this way. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> He helped me dress and then let me out of his home like an honored guest. I guess I was. I wondered if he'd return. I wondered if he'd give me five stars, if there was such a [[thing|HomeBase]]. What a weird gentleman to have met this way. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill handjob>> My hand worked. I added a second. I smiled up at him, then leaned in to add some lubrication. It felt like a dry, limp noodle becoming a wet, limp noodle. I kissed. I suckled. I used firm pressure. I teased with my teeth. I worked lower to his laden balls. He needed this, badly, but his body wasn't responding. <br><br> It wasn't responding to //me//. I tried demeaning things, like smacking his cock against my face, but he immediately stopped me. I even went to give him a rimjob, but he would have none of it. <br><br> So the next thirty minutes went with me trying harder and harder to get this soft man stiff. Nothing seemed to work. <br><br> I sat back, wiping my lips, looking at the deflated proof of my defeat, "Did I do something wrong?" <br><br> "Maybe earlier? But no, you've been wonderful. It's not really your fault." <br><br> "Does this happen with other girls?" He nodded, "Oh Kobe." <br><br> "Thank you for a lovely evening. Thank you for trying. Thank you for being you." <br><br> "Are you sure I can't..." I wasn't sure what I was offering, but I felt like I was leaving him hanging, literally. He immediately shook his head. A warm smile that felt even more painful than his sadness. <br><br> He helped me dress and let me out as if I were just a house guest. <br><br> I felt like I was leaving Kobe and his home even sadder than when I had arrived. A relatively uneventful night of being a prostitute, but also one that made me feel deficient. I actually wished I had done a better [[job|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <br><br> <<path>> As low-risk as he was, he was also zero-reward. <<contents>> <<Stats Discipline ++>> <<Stats Risky ++>> <<Stats Stable ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> "I, um--" I pulled back. He pulled back. He was stunned. Were there tears in his eyes? "I just..." <br><br> "No, no. I...did I do something wrong?" <br><br> "No! No. Tonight I'm just...not working." It was a lie he might believe. <br><br> "Oh, I'm so, so sorry." He backed off, getting up, straightening his jacket. <br><br> "It's fine. Going to the bathroom..." A little wave, smile and got up as well, moving towards the washrooms. <br><br> Tao saw me coming. <<if $People['AI'].Peaches.rel lt 1>>She had a bead on me. The unruly girl.<</if>> "You." Her hand brought me to a sudden stop. "Sit. The fuuuck. Back down." She was pulling me back with a ferocity and strength that was shocking. Maybe this little field could protect me if I ever needed it. <br><br> "Sorry, Tao--" <br><br> "No, no sorries. You do your //fucking// job. Pun intended." There was no mirth in her look. She shoved me back down on the couch. Luckily, the sad sack was gone. <br><br> I demured and she accepted my submission. This would not hold up. Not if I wanted to actually get ''in'' with anyone or any//where// at this club. I'd need to be a pliant pussy for her...and these men. Otherwise, I'd be tossed aside. Or worse. <br><br> So, I sat, accepting my position and awaiting whatever came...my way. Pun <<linkexpand "intended.">> <<set $People['AI'].Peaches.rel -->> <<face sad runny>> <<cumSpray facial2 mouth2>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<SexSkill intercourse>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <<SexSkill anal>> <<state tired>> <br><br><br> Maybe I seemed cowed. Maybe people watched the altercation and knew I was on thin ice. Maybe she directed guys my way. Most of the other girls took one, //maybe// two johns in a night. A couple girls were either overzealous or incredibly needy and took as many as possible. Tao loved the latter. That night I was the latter. <br><br> I certainly wasn't zealous being brought into the bathroom, hips banging against the edge of the sink. <br><br> I definitely wasn't needy when I got low-balled on the offer. I just said yes, kneeled in front of them, nose against their balls until they blew on my face. <br><br> I was a shell of who I was. But if I was going to be doing this, it needed to move the needle on the mission. <br><br> None of these Johns were of any use either. I was of use to them. But I did get a better understanding of the flow and and setup of the club. Trips to those back hallways allowed me opportunities to survey. And opportunities to learn the scratichiti on the bathroom stalls. <br><br> I made sure I was the last one to leave. The men were quenched by me. And everything ached. My lips were raw, not to mention my palms, my pussy and ass. My feet throbbed. <br><br> When I finally got to sleep and try and forget about the things I did -- and reinforce the few things I had learned -- I just hoped I had reingratiated myself with Peaches again. I didn't think I could do another makeup session like that [[again|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</if>>
<<skillChecked "Age">> The night was odd. I had been sitting there for easily an hour at that point. I'd had idle conversation with a couple of men -- they believed I was there for the club and disappeared when they realized what I was really there for. But otherwise, quiet. <br><br> We were front and center. Walk into the club and you couldn't miss us. We were a commodity that didn't need to be advertised or asked for. We were as much a part of day-to-day operations as the vodka behind the bar or the repetitive thumping of a bassline. Still, no one was interested in our trade. Or mine. A couple of the other girls were picked up and went off to a bathroom or the alley for something quick, but I had barely gotten a glance. <br><br> It made me uncomfortable. On one hand, I didn't actually //want// to be whoring myself out. It was all a means to an end, so that's why I was there, doing this thing. But still, I couldn't help but feel my pride get wounded. Hell, I was the new girl. I was the American. I had so many enticing qualities. I was the fresh meat. <br><br> Fuck. <br><br> What was I thinking?! <br><br> I crossed my legs that I had left unladylike as an attempt to tease attention. I composed myself. <br><br> And then Peaches was suddenly there, waving for me to follow her. I felt the hairs prick up on my neck -- and not due to the AC -- was I supposed to just lay spread-eagle like a billboard for her? <br><br> I jerked up off the couch and followed after her, teeth tugging at my lower lip in anxiety. What was this about? <br><br> <<if $Body.age lt 0>> <<set $jobValue ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Dark back alley near dumpsters */ She didn't say a word. We went back into the hallway. Oh, fuck. This had to be bad. We were going past all the normal, 'okay' rooms for someone like me. Worried was a nice way of putting my emotional state. <br><br> Then she stopped by a door and sighed, "Very selective clientele tonight." She nudged the door open and revealed the back alley where staff took their smoke breaks or disposed of garbage to the dumpsters. And there was a grey-haired, slight man, wringing his hands slightly. He wore a highlighter-yellow shirt and a pair of ill-fitting jeans, "Oh." He smiled, waving me out. <br><br> I left Tao without a second thought. He exuded kindness. She exuded threat. And I knew this is what I had been brought back for. "Hey." <br><br> "You're exactly what was promised. I'm Saul." <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." He pulled me into a hug, there beside the dumpsters, his hands stroking across my bare arms slowly, sensually. "So, Saul. Where are we going?" <br><br> "Oh. Not to...do...you have somewhere, your place? It's got to be your place. Mine..." <br><br> I didn't want to hear the reasons why we weren't going back to his home. It was good to have selection of location. Safer that way. But was I going to bring him back to RedDoorz? <br><br> <div id="Saul"> <<crossroads #Saul>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value>> Better RedDoorz than this alley. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Sophisticated to take that risk. <<contents>> <<run $Memories.push("RD-Known Whore")>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<set _cumming = 1>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>><<set _orgasm = 3>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>><<set _orgasm = 2>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>><<set _orgasm = 1>><<else>><<set _orgasm = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>><<set _cumming ++>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy")>><<set _cumming +=2>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Crazy-Small Pussy")>><<set _cumming +=3>><<else>><<set _cumming -->><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>><<set _cumming ++>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse")>><<set _cumming +=2>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Sex God")>><<set _cumming += 3>><<else>><<set _cumming -->><</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Older Men")>><<set _orgasm ++>><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Constantly Horny")>><<set _orgasm ++>><</if>> <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">><<set _cumming ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.height lt 0>><<set _cumming ++>><<elseif $CC.height gt 0>><<set _cumming -->><</if>> <<if $Body.tits == "small">><<set _cumming ++>><<elseif $Body.tits == "large">><<set _cumming -->><<elseif Array("extralarge", "huge").includes($Body.tits)>><<set _cumming -=2>><</if>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Saul")>> "Uh, sure." I was eager to get out of the ick of that back alley. I practically gagged at the idea of being on my knees or up against a dumpster, enduring what I would endure with the extra of stench or trash. <br><br> The walk back, he had his hairy forearm around my waist as if we were on a date. He made comments about my beauty at my age. About how happy he was to have left Thailand for the Philippines. The cost of things being so much lower than America. Wanted to know where I was from. Why I was there. //So// happy I was there instead. With him. <br><br> The better rules and regulations here. Permissiveness. Access. <br><br> What had appeared to be a gentle, awkward and unthreatening man had proven to be a deep-seated predator of his own kind. <br><br> Cunt at the front desk's look when we came in reiterated the point. There was no way she wouldn't assume exactly what this was. I could hear her scoffing self-riteously behind us as we climbed the stairs. <br><br> "You stay here?" I nodded, walking down the hallway that felt especially long. I didn't want anyone on my hall to see me. Not that I had more than a passing knowledge of any of them -- and they rotated out frequently -- but still, I didn't want a scarlet letter. A red letter on at the RedDoorz. "Oh. You should be able to afford better." So kind of him to think of my 'profession' offering me a better way of life. Little did he know why I was here. Worst of all worlds. And then we were in my room. "Oh." He looked the dingy space over. The condition of the wall. The cramped confines. The quality of my bed. "You're new here, I guess." I nodded, moving him over with me to the bed. He resisted slightly, not the surroundings he had imagined and it was threatening his little fantasy of fucking a young girl. The backdrop reinforcing exactly what was going on there, without varnish. <br><br> I opened his worn belt, pulling his pants down. I had a job to do. Leaning into it might get him to balk and run and save me the trouble, or it would get things over quickly. <br><br> "Oh." He nearly doubled over as my head bobbed as soon as his limp prick flipped out. My nose bumped against his wiry, grey pubes. My breath made them flutter. <br><br> His concern had disappeared. Looking down at me sucking on his cock and the immediate pleasure was exactly what he needed to forget. Or rather, to remember. He honed in on the view of me seated on the edge of my bed, sucking him to full erection. <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes('Good Head')>>His average cock throbbed in my mouth and, now fully engorged, I got the idea that his excitement might put him over the edge quickly if I went at it. I shoved it into my throat, sucking firmly and working with vigor.<</if>> <br><br> "Oh!" He shook his head, grabbing suddenly at my hair and pulling me off with surprising firmness. "Oh, no." His flag was sticking practically straight, oozing a bead of precum, his slack sack nestled tightly against the base of his shaft. He kept a hold in my hair, preventing me from bringing me about a quick resolution, and then proffered a condom. Well, that was kind of him. <br><br> "You've done this more than I expected." The dislike in his tone pained me. What had he expected. I was literally whoring myself. But he had wanted some girl in pigtails and a schoolgirl outfit. He wanted the entire package but simply got the expires-by date. "Come on." He began to pull at my <<linkexpand "clothes.">> <<skillChecked "Pubic Hair" "Tits" "Height">> <<upper>><<lower>><<bra>><<panties>> clothes. If I wasn't going to look the part, he wanted to see my body fully, to enjoy the entirety of our age discrepancy. Naked, he was pushing me onto the bed and disrupting me from getting my shoes off, "Oh. You can keep those on." He shook his head. Alright. His hand beat against his rubberized cock, looking me over as he nonchalantly dropped his jeans and stepped out of his old New Balance. "Oh, yes." He nodded, appraising me in my new condition. My fingers working between my legs to prepare myself for what was coming. <<if $Body.pubes == "bald">>His eyes watched my uncovered femininity respond to my pressure and touch. His smile was massive, "Oh god. Beautiful."<</if>> <br><br> His shirt came next, removing the blinding tee thankfully from view. Instead, the wiry hair continued up over his jiggling paunch and lack of musculature. He mounted me, knuckles hitting against my inner thighs as he strained to keep solid. <br><br> He went in for a kiss. <br><br> I knew, simply from media, that kissing was not in the rulebook. And him: <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Older Men")>>Fuck. Why was this crazy hot for me?<<else>>gross<</if>>. <br><br> We were making out while the half-swollen shaft pushed up and down against me having trouble finding my opening thanks to the prophylactic as well as his lack of erection. But the kiss did the trick. I felt the cock flex and swell, pressing against me with the beat of his heart. My feet rested on the small of his bony back and soon, he was <<linkexpand "in.">> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks">> <<SexSkill intercourse>> in. <br><br> He smelled of Guiness beer. His lips were well moisturized from chapstick, but as his hips beat between my thighs slowly, I realized we'd be making out like kids in the backseat until he came. <br><br> <<if _orgasm gt _cumming>> <<face ahego>> My hips were working against him unbidden. Somehow that cock was hitting all of the right spots. Maybe his pheremones were hitting somewhere in my brain. My heels pressed at his back urging him to fuck me. I needed him to fuck me. The build inside me was growing with each thrust against my mound. Fuck. This old guy had experience. <br><br> My breathing choked off into his mouth. I came <<shake 3s>>hard<</shake>>. He broke the kiss to watch me grab at him and squeal in delight. <br><br> His pace was unaffected. He watched me, the young thing he could never have back in the States cumming from his fucking again and again. I felt him press hard on his in stroke, fully inserting inside me and impressing himself as he watched me get rocked by wave after wave of orgasms. <br><br> I was a shaking mess when I realized he was shaking too. I had lost count. But I knew he had gotten there too, hunched forward, huffing over me. His cock pulsed, but I could tell it was near the end of his release. <br><br> The condom filled, reluctantly he retracted himself from me. I sighed with him, hands sliding over his wiry body, finding some enjoyment to his appearance now that the endorphins were pounding through my bloodstream. <br><br> He grinned, looking at the blush on my cheeks and center of my chest. The pink of my mound from impact and blood flow. He went to remove and dispose of the condom. <br><br> And his countenance changed. He was reacquainted with my room. He got off me quickly, pulling on his clothes as the condom hung from his fingertips, swaying with the weight of his load. <br><br> I lay there, watching him. I was pleased from the fuck but also pleased he seemed to be quickly making an exit. I took the condom from him to tie it off, "I got it." <br><br> "Oh, uh thanks." His eyes met my naked body again, legs akimbo, shoes still on and his grin returned, "I may see you again, <<print $CC.name>>. But not here." <<vCardCheck "Saul" M "Saul, an old guy who came to Manila because of women my age.">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> And he left. Oh boy. A regular john? <br><br> A regular who had absolutely no angle on my ultimate [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> And he left. Oh boy. A regular john? <br><br> A regular who had absolutely no angle on my ultimate [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<elseif _orgasm == _cumming>> <<face ahego>> My hips were working against him unbidden. Somehow that cock was hitting all of the right spots. Maybe his pheremones were hitting somewhere in my brain. My heels pressed at his back urging him to fuck me. I needed him to fuck me. The build inside me was growing with each thrust against my mound. Fuck. This old guy had experience. <br><br> He kept at it, feeling my urgency and it helped bring on his own. We were huffing at each others faces, intensely approaching our releases thanks to each other's bodies. Jesus. Christ. He was going to make me... <br><br> My breathing choked off. I came <<shake 3s>>hard<</shake>>. I was squealing, pressing against his crotch, grinding. He was cumming too, pressing down against me with the same need, grinding. It helped peak me further, especially feeling the stiffness trying to flex and fill me. And then I was coming down, his cock pulsed, but I could tell it was near the end of his release. <br><br> The condom filled, reluctantly he retracted himself from me. I sighed with him, hands sliding over his wiry body, finding some enjoyment to his appearance now that the endorphins were pounding through my bloodstream. <br><br> He grinned, looking at the blush on my cheeks and center of my chest. The pink of my mound from impact and blood flow. He went to remove and dispose of the condom. <br><br> And his countenance changed. He was reacquainted with my room. He got off me quickly, pulling on his clothes as the condom hung from his fingertips, swaying with the weight of his load. <br><br> I lay there, watching him. I was pleased from the fuck but also pleased he seemed to be quickly making an exit. I took the condom from him to tie it off, "I got it." <br><br> "Oh, uh thanks." His eyes met my naked body again, legs akimbo, shoes still on and his grin returned, "I may see you again, <<print $CC.name>>. But not here." <<vCardCheck "Saul" M "Saul, an old guy who came to Manila because of women my age.">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> And he left. Oh boy. A regular john? <br><br> A regular who had absolutely no angle on my ultimate [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> And he left. Oh boy. A regular john? <br><br> A regular who had absolutely no angle on my ultimate [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> I felt his hands squeezing at one of my bouncing breasts. His other hand was stroking at the outside of my thigh. His tongue dove into my mouth. His cock drove into my core. <br><br> And then he lifted up, huffing with the exertion. His pace was unaffected. He watched me, the young thing he could never have back in the States. I felt him press hard on his in stroke, fully inserting inside me and impressing himself as he watched my youth being rocked beneath him. <br><br> I felt him hitting deeply, my body tensing with his strokes. I could see how blissed out he was, most of his fantasy fulfilled. I could sense that he was closing in on his orgasm. <br><br> He was there. He was cumming, pressing down against me with need, grinding. It helped tantalize some shudders of pleaure from me, especially feeling the stiffness trying to flex and fill me. And then he was coming down, cock pulsing and ending his release. <br><br> Vision clearing, he smiled down on me and gave a few firm thrusts between my legs, shuddering as he felt my body work on him in the sensative state. He leaned in and gave me another firm kiss, grunting against me while he thrust into me til his softening was too much -- the condom filled retracting suddenly and uncomfortably from me. <br><br> He smiled again, stroking his hands down my youthful form while I felt the heavy condom sliding against the side of my mound. Finally, he went to remove and dispose of the condom. <br><br> And his countenance changed. He was reacquainted with my room. He got off me quickly, pulling on his clothes as the condom hung from his fingertips, swaying with the weight of his load. <br><br> I lay there, watching him. I was pleased he seemed to be quickly making an exit. I took the condom from him to tie it off, "I got it." <br><br> "Oh, uh thanks." His eyes met my naked body again, legs akimbo, shoes still on and his grin returned, "I may see you again, <<print $CC.name>>. But not here." <<vCardCheck "Saul" M "Saul, an old guy who came to Manila because of women my age.">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> And he left. Oh boy. A regular john? <br><br> A regular who had absolutely no angle on my ultimate [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> And he left. Oh boy. A regular john? <br><br> A regular who had absolutely no angle on my ultimate [[mission|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<path $Stats.Traits['Sophisticated'].value gte $Stats.Traits['Risky'].value>> Better here than my home. <<blocked>> $CC.name is too Risky to endure the back alley instead. <<contents>> <<set _cumming = -1>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Hair-Trigger Orgasms")>><<set _orgasm = 3>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Quick Orgasms")>><<set _orgasm = 2>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Orgasms")>><<set _orgasm = 1>><<else>><<set _orgasm = 0>><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tight Pussy")>><<set _cumming ++>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Tiny Pussy")>><<set _cumming +=2>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Crazy-Small Pussy")>><<set _cumming +=3>><<else>><<set _cumming -->><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Intercourse")>><<set _cumming ++>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Great Intercourse")>><<set _cumming +=2>><<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Sex God")>><<set _cumming += 3>><<else>><<set _cumming -->><</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Older Men")>><<set _orgasm ++>><</if>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Constantly Horny")>><<set _orgasm ++>><</if>> <<if $CC.height lt 0>><<set _cumming ++>><<elseif $CC.height gt 0>><<set _cumming -->><</if>> <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Exhibitionism")>><<set _orgasm ++>><</if>> <<skillChecked "SexSkills" "Kinks" "Height">> "Not really." I shook my head, having no desire to bring him back to RedDoorz. Keep 'work' and 'home' separate. <br><br> "Oh." The sadness cresting his face as he looked me over and then considered our location. A hairy forearm slid around my waist and guided me away from the dumpsters and towards the side alley. Maybe we'd be going back to his place after all. "I'd really rather not...here." <br><br> "Well, that's kind of all we have." I could hear the people at the door, only a couple dozen feet away, around the corner. He was nodding, considering things and looking me over with a sigh. My attitude and willingness to hook up with him in this alley was not what he had wanted, nor expected. <br><br> "You've done this more than I expected." The dislike in his tone pained me. What had he expected. I was literally whoring myself. But he had wanted some girl in pigtails and a schoolgirl outfit. He wanted the entire package but simply got the expires-by date. "Come on." He began to pull at my hips, turning me <<linkexpand "around.">> <<dollRearView>> around. <<SexSkill intercourse>> <br><br> My hands planted against the course concrete of the wall, bending forward. I heard him sigh again and again, looking back to see him retrieving a condom. Well, that was nice of him. And then he was undoing his belt. It was robotic. He was accepting the sex while his fantasy fell apart. <br><br> <<if $Body.isWearingDress>> <<liftUpDress>> He tugged up the back of my outfit for easy access, revealing myself to him while he rolled his protection on. His hands stroked over my smooth skin, appreciating what he could and then found his way against me. This was going to be uncomfortable. <<else>> I undid my fly and pushed down, revealing myself to him while he rolled his protection on. His hands stroked over my smooth skin, appreciating what he could and then found his way against me. This was going to be uncomfortable. <br><br> <</if>> His knuckles beat against my inner thighs as he tried to get himself hard. I twisted and began to drop, going to help him out, but he grabbed at my hip with his one hand surprisingly firmly. "Oh. No." Then slid his hand up my back, ensuring I stayed bent forward, then nudged my chin, making me look back at him. He nodded. <br><br> I watched him grunting and looking at my face while he furiously got himself erect. Or close enough. Frowning, he pressed his half-hard cock against me and flexed his hips. <br><br> He pressed and slipped. I gasped, feeling the rubberized head digging and grinding along my sensative folds. I reached back between my legs to assist him. He took my hips in both hands and pulled at me while he pushed. I felt his the meaty-noodle of his cock bending as I tried to insist it inward. I gasped, hissing as my body complained. But he went <<linkexpand "in.">> <<face hurt1>> in. <br><br> His hips hit against my ass rhythmically. He stared down at me in the dim light of the alley, though his yellow shirt seemed to glow and sway with his strokes. His hands held tightly at my hips. <br><br> Occasionally, the discomfort and awkwardness of this fuck made me react and turn away. A hand quickly swung up and turned my chin again, insisting I look back at him, craning my neck so he could gaze at me while he pounded my <<linkexpand "pussy.">> pussy. <br><br> <<if _orgasm gt _cumming>> <<face ahego>> And fuck. He could really pound. I felt myself rising onto my toes, cocking my hips backward to emphasize the angle. To make his tight little clutch of balls hit against my clit. My vision began to haze. I pushed off the wall against him, shoving him as deep inside me as I could manage. My hips were working against him unbidden. Somehow that cock was hitting all of the right spots. I needed him to fuck me. The build inside me was growing with each thrust against my mound. Fuck. This old guy had experience. <br><br> I <<shake 3s>>came<</shake>> HARD, unable to check the noise I made, echoing off the narrow alley walls for the people out front hearing that this old guy was making me cum. I pushed myself back against him urgently as my legs shook. His pace was unaffected. He watched me, the young thing he could never have back in the States cumming from his fucking again and again. I felt him press hard on his in stroke, fully inserting inside me and impressing himself as he watched me get rocked by wave after wave of orgasms. <br><br> I was a shaking mess when I realized he was shaking too. I had lost count. But I knew he had gotten there too, hunched forward, huffing over me. His cock pulsed, but I could tell it was near the end of his release. <br><br> The condom filled, reluctantly he retracted himself from me. I sighed with him, hand swinging away from the wall to tug at that highlighter tee, finding some enjoyment to his appearance now that the endorphins were pounding through my bloodstream. <br><br> "Goddamn, Saul." He flicked the condom onto the ground and began to pull up his jeans, ignoring the pulls at his tee. <br><br> Gently, he pushed my cloying fingers aside. "Oh." He coughed, uncomfortably and then began walking away without giving me another look. <<vCardCheck "Saul" M "Saul, an old guy who came to Manila because of women my age.">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Wow. Okay. Not the way I had expected that to go. Or end. The fact that I wanted him to stay. To want me. <br><br> But I had done my job. And so I was able to call it a [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Wow. Okay. Not the way I had expected that to go. Or end. The fact that I wanted him to stay. To want me. <br><br> But I had done my job. And so I was able to call it a [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<elseif _orgasm == _cumming>> <<face ahego>> And fuck. He could really pound. I felt myself rising onto my toes, cocking my hips backward to emphasize the angle. To make his tight little clutch of balls hit against my clit. My vision began to haze. I pushed off the wall against him, shoving him as deep inside me as I could manage. My hips were working against him unbidden. Somehow that cock was hitting all of the right spots. I needed him to fuck me. The build inside me was growing with each thrust against my mound. Fuck. This old guy had experience. <br><br> He kept at it, feeling my urgency and it helped bring on his own. We were both huffing away, smacking against each other in the echo of the alleyway for anyone nearby to hear, intensely approaching our releases thanks to each other's bodies. Jesus. Christ. He was going to make me... <br><br> My breathing choked off. I came <<shake 3s>>hard<</shake>>. I was squealing, pressing against his crotch, grinding. He was cumming too, pressing down against me with the same need, grinding. It helped peak me further, especially feeling the stiffness trying to flex and fill me. And then I was coming down, his cock pulsed, but I could tell it was near the end of his release. <br><br> The condom filled, reluctantly he retracted himself from me. I sighed with him, hand swinging away from the wall to tug at that highlighter tee, finding some enjoyment to his appearance now that the endorphins were pounding through my bloodstream. <br><br> "Goddamn, Saul." He flicked the condom onto the ground and began to pull up his jeans, ignoring the pulls at his tee. <br><br> Gently, he pushed my cloying fingers aside. "Oh." He coughed, uncomfortably and then began walking away without giving me another look. <<vCardCheck "Saul" M "Saul, an old guy who came to Manila because of women my age.">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Wow. Okay. Not the way I had expected that to go. Or end. The fact that I wanted him to stay. To want me. <br><br> But I had done my job. And so I was able to call it a [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Wow. Okay. Not the way I had expected that to go. Or end. The fact that I wanted him to stay. To want me. <br><br> But I had done my job. And so I was able to call it a [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <<else>> I felt his hands squeezing at one of my bouncing breasts. His other hand was stroking along my lower back. His cock drove into my core. <br><br> And then he lifted up, huffing with the exertion. His pace was unaffected. He watched me, the young thing he could never have back in the States. I felt him press hard on his in stroke, fully inserting inside me and impressing himself as he watched my youth being rocked beneath him. <br><br> I felt him hitting deeply, my body tensing with his strokes. I could see how blissed out he was, most of his fantasy somewhat fulfilled. I could sense that he was closing in on his orgasm. <br><br> He was there. He was cumming, pressing down against me with need, grinding. It helped tantalize some shudders of pleaure from me, especially feeling the stiffness trying to flex and fill me. And then he was coming down, cock pulsing and ending his release. <br><br> Vision clearing, he smiled down on me and gave a few firm thrusts between my legs, shuddering as he felt my body work on him in the sensative state. He leaned in and gave me a firm kiss, grunting against me while he thrust into me til his softening was too much -- the condom filled retracting suddenly and uncomfortably from me. <br><br> He smiled again, stroking his hands down my youthful form while I felt the heavy condom sliding against the side of my mound. Finally, he went to remove and dispose of the condom. <br><br> And his countenance changed. He was reacquainted with the alley. He got off me quickly, pulling away and tugging up his pants. He flung the condom into the street and turned without giving me another look. <<vCardCheck "Saul" M "Saul, an old guy who came to Manila because of my age.">> <<if $HS.LDR == true>> <br><br> <<include "Mission - Cheating">> <br><br> Decision made, enough with the self-<<linkexpand "pity.">>pity. <br><br> Wow. Okay. Not the way I had expected that to end. <br><br> As used as I felt, I had done my job. And so I was able to call it a [[night|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <br><br> Wow. Okay. Not the way I had expected that to end. <br><br> As used as I felt, I had done my job. And so I was able to call it a [[night|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <</crossroads>> </div> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Ethnicity">> <<if !(Array("Korean", "Japanese", "Chinese", "Indian", "Pakistani", "Thai", "Vietnamese", "Filipino", "Caribbean", "East African", "West African", "Central African").includes($CC.ethnicity))>> <<set $jobValue ++>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Dark back alley near dumpsters */ She didn't say a word. We went back into the hallway. Oh, fuck. This had to be bad. We were going past all the normal, 'okay' rooms for someone like me. Worried was a nice way of putting my emotional state. <br><br> Then she stopped by a door and sighed, "Very selective clientele tonight." She nudged the door open and revealed the back alley where staff took their smoke breaks or disposed of garbage to the dumpsters. And there was a middle-aged, stocky man of southeast Asian descent, hands on his hips as he appraised me. He wore a simple tee and jeans, and a baseball cap with the New Jersey Devils insignia. "Beautiful." He smiled, waving me out. His thick accent disagreed with my first appraisal that he was American. <br><br> I left Tao without a second thought. He exuded kindness. She exuded threat. And I knew this is what I had been brought back for. "Hey." <br><br> "What is your name?" His forearm, thick with muscle slid around my waist. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>." He nodded, giving me a toothful smile. <br><br> "Such a pretty name." He hit the consonants hard and musically. "Tao told me you're new." <br><br> I coughed. Being a 'new' commodity was an uncomfortable thing. Dehumanizing. Demeaning, "Yeah." <br><br> His eyes dropped to my legs, watching them kick forward as he led out out of the alleyway. <<if $Body.isWearingHeels is true>>"Gorgeous choice." Motioning at my footwear.<<else>>"Of course, I'd love to have seen them," he gestured at my footwear, "But keeping them from harm. I understand."<</if>> <br><br> "Uh, yeah." <br><br> "I love your accent." He gave me a kiss at the cheek, pointing to a vehicle that was idling in front of the club. <br><br> I had never thought of myself as having one. But, okay. "Thank you." At least this guy seemed gentle. And we were in this rideshare. The driver purposefully not looking back at us and //instantly// pulling away from the club. "So, what's your name?" <br><br> "Anish." He smiled, caressing down my legs and beginning to work at my shoes. <br><br> "Nice to meet you, Anish. Um, can I keep those..." <br><br> He answered me with removing one, then the other. Baring my <<link "feet">><<shoes>><<socks>><</link>>. <br><br> "Better." His two first fingers hooking in my shoes and pulled them from the floor, claiming them and keeping them away. <br><br> He kissed me on my cheek again. I went to continue the conversation and he placed one of his chocolate fingers against my lips and shook his head. Then his fingertip played along my mouth, others fanning out over my chin as he caressed me. He sighed in a way that I could only describe as deeply erogenous. I leaned back in the seat, not sure how else to continue, watching and letting him do what he was going to do. Even as his hand moved over my presented throat, I did not feel any danger. It was more an inspection, a digital appraisal of my skin, my body. <br><br> It tingled. It tickled. Thankfully, he wasn't peeling off any more of my clothing. It was a demi-massage. It was incredibly invasive, despite being relatively respectful of my more intimate areas. Here was a guy who had paid for all access, but was either taking that for everything it was worth and ensuring he enjoyed //all// of me, or wasn't interested in those other areas. <br><br> The car stopped. I guess I'd be seeing shortly. He didn't offer my shoes back, but stepped out of the car. I slid out to follow but he quickly forestalled me, "Oh no, no." He slid one arm under my knees, other supporting my back and lifted. I worried about his age and throwing out his back, or a hernia. <<skillChecked "Height">> <<if $CC.height is gt 1>>I was incredibly surprised it didn't happen, given I was about his size<</if>> But he was carrying me across the entry of a hotel and through the lobby like we were newlyweds and it was a very, very extended threshold. <br><br> I couldn't help but giggle as my feet swayed and dangled freely, air caressing them. I slid my arms around his neck, being treated like a cherished woman rather than a fucktoy. I tucked my chin against his shoulder and he slid his hand appreciatively across my spine. <br><br> "Tell me about coming here." He cooed. And so I did. Leaving out much of the reasons and what I was doing here, but he really seemed to enjoy knowing about where I came from, my culture shock. <br><br> The story took us through the elevator and hallway and into the hotel room. He nodded and smiled, occasionally encouraging me to give more details on one point or another. His hands were now doffing my clothing as I sat on the end of his bed, him kneeling before me. <br><br> I had just talked about some standout moments of last year when I realized the ritual was <<linkexpand "done.">> <<outfit naked>> done. <br><br> "American women." He kissed his fingertips looking me over, "The best." And then he dipped, taking one of my feet in his hands and began to kiss and suckle at my toes. I couldn't help but giggle and squirm, trying to stave off the reaction as best I could because I could tell he was losing his shit. <br><br> He switched to the other foot, repeating the sequence before smiling at me, cradling both of them against his face. The stark difference between our coloration a frame to his face. <br><br> He stood, pressing my soles down his chest, then his strong dad-bod stomach and to his crotch. Aha. Got it. My toes curled, finding the ridge of him beneath them. I slid up and down, smiling up at him while I applied pressure and manipulated him with my feet. <br><br> "Incredible." He nodded, standing and letting me go ahead with no guidance. He watched my body while he felt my feet teasing him. He grunted and pushed his hips forward, grinding against my soles and toes. I could feel the heat and hardness against them, then the wetness seeping through the material beneath. He was ready. Now to find out whether this was all he wanted. <br><br> My toes found his buckle and I tried my damnedest to free him. <<skillChecked "Handjob/Footjob skill">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Master Manipulator")>>He was massively surprised to find me fully able to get him out with just my feet.<<else>>One hand helped, working the belt open, then his fly.<</if>> He wasn't wearing underwear and his girthy cock smacked out against the inside of my soles, flicking precum across my mound from the force. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Master Manipulator")>> One foot towards me, other foot back. My thighs spreading from the necessary angle. I could feel my nethers fully on display for him, parting and closing as my thighs and legs worked. I leaned back on my elbows, both to present myself but also to be as comfortable as possible. <br><br> My eyes watched the foreskin pushing forward and back over his wide head, revealing and hiding the deep purple beneath. <br><br> He was //so// hard. Pulsing intensely against my feet, lubricating from his earlier ministrations and now his precum. He grunted, body tensing and bracing against my toes and soles. <br><br> Surprise was an understatement. He was agog watching me work him up in ways he had only experienced with other body parts before. In ways he had not though possible with lower extremities. <br><br> He thrust and bucked, intense and amazed that this felt ''so'' good. His hands hung slack on either side of him. I could tell he was fighting the urge to involve them. He had expected to need to jerk off. <br><br> Instead, I would do all he needed. My feet would. <br><br> He couldn't restrain himself forever, grasping at my ankles and holding at me while he thrust, while I slid back and forth. He grasped intensely. His face screwed up. <br><br> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Skilled Hands and Feet")>> One foot towards me, other foot back. My thighs spreading from the necessary angle. I could feel my nethers fully on display for him, parting and closing as my thighs and legs worked. I leaned back on my elbows, both to present myself but also to be as comfortable as possible. <br><br> My eyes watched the foreskin pushing forward and back over his wide head, revealing and hiding the deep purple beneath. <br><br> He was //so// hard. Pulsing intensely against my feet, lubricating from his earlier ministrations and now his precum. He grunted, body tensing and bracing against my toes and soles. <br><br> Grinning wide, he watched me work him up in ways he had only experienced with other body parts before. In ways he had not though possible with lower extremities. <br><br> He thrust and bucked, intense and amazed that this felt ''so'' good. His hands hung slack on either side of him. I could tell he was fighting the urge to involve them. He had expected to need to jerk off. <br><br> The need grew. He was frowning. He was getting so close, edging almost. He couldn't restrain himself any longer. <br><br> One hand grasped at my ankle and held me while he thrust, guiding my sliding back and forth. His other hand was on the extension of his cock that stuck out between my feet. Short, abrupt jerks. He grasped intensely. His face screwed up. <br><br> <<else>> Awkwardly, I tried to work him with my feet. This was //not// something I had really done before, or even conceived of. But I'd do my best. <br><br> One foot towards me, other foot back. My thighs spreading from the necessary angle. I could feel my nethers fully on display for him, parting and closing as my thighs and legs worked. I leaned back on my elbows, both to present myself but also to be as comfortable as possible. <br><br> My eyes watched the foreskin pushing forward and back over his wide head, revealing and hiding the deep purple beneath. <br><br> He was //so// hard. Pulsing intensely against my feet, lubricating from his earlier ministrations and now his precum. He grunted, body tensing and bracing against my toes and soles. <br><br> He thrust and bucked, intense and clearly getting what he wanted. He wasn't going to fuck anything but my feet tonight. <br><br> His hands hung slack on either side of him. I could tell he was fighting the urge to involve them. He had expected to need to jerk off. <br><br> The need grew. He was frowning. He was getting so close, edging almost. He couldn't restrain himself any longer. <br><br> One hand grasped at my ankle and held me while he thrust, guiding my sliding back and forth. His other hand was on the extension of his cock that stuck out between my feet. Short, abrupt jerks. He grasped intensely. His face screwed up. <br><br> <</if>> And he <<linkexpand "came.">> came. <<cumSpray thighs2 mound2 body1>> <<SexSkill handjob>> <br><br> I laughed, my cummy feet stroking against his cock as it lost its form. He dripped and oozed onto them as he finished emptying onto my feet. Then he sighed, breathing heavily and stepped back, considering my gooey feet. <br><br> "Thank you, <<print $CC.name>>. You're a dream. The room is yours." I couldn't help how stunned I was. This wasn't his room. Or it was, but wasn't. He put himself away and leaned forward, kissing my forehead. <br><br> And then he was gone. Leaving me to enjoy the comforts of a hotel as a bonus for my good [[(foot)work|HomeBase]]. <</linkexpand>> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> <<skillChecked "Previous Johns">> <<if $D1John !== "LT">> <<set $jobValue ++>> She didn't say a word. We went back into the hallway. Oh, fuck. This had to be bad. We were going past all the normal, 'okay' rooms for someone like me. Worried was a nice way of putting my emotional state. <br><br> Then she stopped by a door and sighed, "Very selective clientele tonight. Didn't want..." she eyed me over, "You." <br><br> She swiped a keycard across a small box by the door. A beep and then the lock disengaged with a sigh similar to Tao's. I didn't have to get guided from that point on. <br><br> Quickly, I slipped past her and into the next room, hoping it wasn't leading to my <<linkexpand "death.">> death. <br><br> He was wearing an odd outfit: His jacket and jeans both had the same shimmering, silver quality underneath the dark blue or black base tone. The tailored jacket accentuated the sinewy, tight cables of muscle on his arms that continued underneath the black wifebeater he was wearing as a shirt. He had vibrant and intricate neck tattoos and radiated underworld personality like it was a billboard. <br><br> I had no clue who this was. And an //office//? There were offices here?! The sticky man finally relented with a grumble as I got up off the couch, trying to fix the deep creases in my clothes from his behavior. <<run $Memories.push("Knows Nino")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel = 0>> /* IMAGE (Needed): Small office backroom of a club. */ The door shut. I heard the magnetic lock re-engage. The thought of whether I'd need a keycard to get //out// crossed my mind. But my eyes were on him. He oozed danger. And the fact that it was __him__ in the backroom, the office of the club told me everything I needed to know about its operations -- if I hadn't already been clued in. <br><br> "<<print $CC.name>>, yeah?" He sat on the edge of his desk closest to me. <br><br> "Yeah." Should I play up timidity? Confidence? "And...you are?" <br><br> "Call me Niño." <br><br> "Am I in trouble?" <br><br> He shifted his weight forward onto his Doc Martins, a step forward and enough to close the distance between us. His fingers toyed with a loose strand of hair, "We've never had American here -- got lucky with you." <br><br> "Thank you." <br><br> He chuckled wryly, "Oh, don't thank me. __You__ aren't lucky. But you will do incredibly well here. Normally. Most nights." If his goal was making me comfortable, he was doing the exact opposite. "But to make things more fair for you, I'm going to do you a favor. I've never done //anyone// a favor. Let alone one of our girls." His hand slid up from the strands he was playing with to the back of my head, a firm pressure insisting I go down. <br><br> Shit. More like do ''him'' a favor. <br><br> <div id="nino"> <<crossroads #nino>> <<path $CC.maleReaction gt 1 || $Stats.Traits['Easy'].value gt 3 || $Stats.Traits['Suggestible'].value gt 3>> He's the boss. Door's locked. What else was I going to do? <<blocked>> $CC.name doesn't react to men this way, or isn't Easy/Suggestible enough. <<contents>> <<Stats Suggestible ++>> <<SexSkill oral>> I unzipped the reflective front of his jeans and working them down enough to free his cock. He was freeballing and opening the pants gave a blast of him being uncontained the entire day. <br><br> He was hung long and uncut, not a bit aroused, limp and out of his fly as he stayed motionless, quiet, just the slightly firm pressure on the back of my head. Yeah, yeah, I got the hint. I took him in my mouth, soft and squidgy, and began to work him with my tongue, lips and firm suction. <br><br> He nudged at the base of my skull, wanting my eyes up. I made eye contact as the vision of him swayed, back and forth massaging his cock with my mouth. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <br><br> "Mmm-hmm." He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> I kept my eyes up, defiantly unconcerned with having his length fully inserted, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. "Well, well, well." He chuckled, cocking his head to the side in the first reaction I'd seen from him, curious as he watched my cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag. And he was getting distracted from his work, looking down at me with a frown, suddenly changing the tempo and the force, trying to make my body react to his cock. And getting frustrated that I wasn't. Once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a great job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't deepthroating a cock. <br><br> And then //my// name. He was reporting on what I was doing to him in that moment. Datu didn't respond and I wondered what that meant. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<set mindCorruption ++>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "Goddamn good looking and you've got skills I've never experienced, girl." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> A rough night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel += 2>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <br><br> "Mmm-hmm." He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I felt my stomach tighten once as I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> Tears were beginning to peek at the corner of my eyes, but I kept them up, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. "Well, well, well." He chuckled, seeing my eyes tense and body lurch slightly as I fought the instinctive gag, cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<set mindCorruption ++>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "Goddamn good looking and great dome." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. You earned it." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> A rough night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Still, I gagged. I held down, clenching my eyes as I tried to resist my body. <br><br> "Mmm-hmm." He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch despite the trouble I was having. My mouth flooded with saliva, my stomach was heaving. I was on the verge of losing it on his lap. <br><br> Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him at the base regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, and hilted fully on him, gagging and making noises. "Alright." He chuckled, "We'll work on that." <br><br> He freed me and I swallowed, quietly trying to not show how close that had been to a complete loss. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the instant gag I felt surging up at the mere presence of cock in my mouth. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<set mindCorruption ++>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "Goddamn good looking and decent dome." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. Even though there's room for improvement." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> A rough night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>>. <<else>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had trouble keeping my eyes on his, not wanting to lose the thread and rhythm of what I was doing. Why was it taking him so long to get hard. I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I wasn't some blowjob virtuoso. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Nope. I immediately gagged and pulled back, coughing, his cock swinging free from my mouth. <br><br> "Nuh-uh." He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, pushing my face against his cock as I tried to recover. I felt my spit wiping across my face as my brain fought with my autonomic system trying to regain some composure. "Deeper." He repeated, stonier. <br><br> Taking him back in before I was ready, my body responded with a gag at the bare presence of his meat. Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, gagging and making noises. "Not impressed. We'll work on that." <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mout stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> If it weren't for the rigidity of his cock and the rare grunt he made, I would have thought I was absolutely shit at this. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. I only wished I could tell he was liking it more.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> I wished I wasn't this shit at head. For a number of reasons: first, because I might be able to get him off and impress the boss-man; second, because then I could pay more attention to what was going on around me and maybe get some intel; third, so that it wasn't so fucking //hard//. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my untrained mouth. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<set mindCorruption ++>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "You're lucky you're goddamn good looking." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "So I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. Even though we're going to have to work on your abilities." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> A rough night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>>. <</if>> <<path>> A man up the ladder. This is exactly the reason an EROS agent gets on her knees. <<contents>> <<Stats Performance ++>> <<SexSkill oral>> It wasn't how I envisioned my 'job' here, but there I was, unzipping the reflective front of his jeans and working them down enough to free his cock. He was freeballing and opening the pants gave a blast of him being uncontained the entire day. <br><br> He was hung long and uncut, not a bit aroused, limp and out of his fly as he stayed motionless, quiet, just the slightly firm pressure on the back of my head. Yeah, yeah, I got the hint. I took him in my mouth, soft and squidgy, and began to work him with my tongue, lips and firm suction. <br><br> He nudged at the base of my skull, wanting my eyes up. I made eye contact as the vision of him swayed, back and forth massaging his cock with my mouth. <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> <<Stats Investigation ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <br><br> "Mmm-hmm." He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> I kept my eyes up, defiantly unconcerned with having his length fully inserted, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. "Well, well, well." He chuckled, cocking his head to the side in the first reaction I'd seen from him, curious as he watched my cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag. And he was getting distracted from his work, looking down at me with a frown, suddenly changing the tempo and the force, trying to make my body react to his cock. And getting frustrated that I wasn't. Once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a great job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't deepthroating a cock. <br><br> And then //my// name. He was reporting on what I was doing to him in that moment. Datu didn't respond and I wondered what that meant. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<set mindCorruption ++>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "Goddamn good looking and you've got skills I've never experienced, girl." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> A rough night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel += 2>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and tucking a thumb in my palm. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. And it was. Had never given head to a mostly-soft man and it was measier than I expected. <br><br> "Mmm-hmm." He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch. My mouth flooded with saliva, I felt my stomach tighten once as I leaned forward, pressing my nose tight against his crotch, lips working to the barest limits of his root. <br><br> Tears were beginning to peek at the corner of my eyes, but I kept them up, lookin right into his as I held the full length in my mouth and throat. <br><br> And now he was getting hard, pulsing and tensing against my esophagus and soft palate. "Well, well, well." He chuckled, seeing my eyes tense and body lurch slightly as I fought the instinctive gag, cheeks reddening as I lost the ability to breathe. <br><br> He freed me and I gasped out, giggling. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the complaint of my lungs as I denied them the air they were trying to grab. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, almost testing how to make me gag, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<set mindCorruption ++>> cumming. <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "Goddamn good looking and great dome." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. You earned it." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> A rough night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>> <<elseif $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<set $People['AI'].Nino.rel ++>> <<Stats Perception ++>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had no trouble keeping my eyes on his, even with the looseness of his erection, I could keep the thread and rhythm. Why was it taking him so long to get hard, though? I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I was good, but not some pornstar. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Still, I gagged. I held down, clenching my eyes as I tried to resist my body. <br><br> "Mmm-hmm." He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, pressing my face against his crotch despite the trouble I was having. My mouth flooded with saliva, my stomach was heaving. I was on the verge of losing it on his lap. <br><br> Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him at the base regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, and hilted fully on him, gagging and making noises. "Alright." He chuckled, "We'll work on that." <br><br> He freed me and I swallowed, quietly trying to not show how close that had been to a complete loss. His cock stood hard as a rock, finally. It poked at my face and he looked sternly down at me. Before I was ready, I put my mouth back on him, fighting the instant gag I felt surging up at the mere presence of cock in my mouth. <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mouth stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. And a couple times he pulled me off, allowing me to hungrily gasp for air as I felt his cock throb against my face, close to his own edge. So I was doing a good job. And he was using me to edge him. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. And I could tell he was enjoying it.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> And despite how tiring this was, how hard he was pushing me and how I was barely keeping it together, I saw the reason for having done this: I caught some messages he was sending. It wasn't WhatsApp or Discord, but some other messaging app I wasn't familiar with. And the name on the screen was occasionally //Datu//. They weren't talking about anything important that I could catch, plus the angle was bad and Niño kept minimizing the window with skill, but I could tell they were in constant communication. Something about a project and personnel. Transportation. I hoped a subconscious part of my brain was picking up more that would process later when I wasn't gagging on a cock. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my throat. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<set mindCorruption ++>> <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> cumming. <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "Goddamn good looking and decent dome." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. Even though there's room for improvement." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> A rough night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>>. <<else>> I breathed through my nose, feeling the muscles in my neck tense and relax off and on. I had trouble keeping my eyes on his, not wanting to lose the thread and rhythm of what I was doing. Why was it taking him so long to get hard. I could feel he was a bit more swollen than before, but not the way I expected. <br><br> Moving my hands up, I made to add them to the mix. He shook his head instantly and quickly flicked the closer of the two away. I wondered if this was a test for my prowess. A part two to the hiring process after Peaches. I also knew if that was the case, I hoped sex was next because I wasn't some blowjob virtuoso. <br><br> Focusing, I leaned forward on my knees and began pushing my head forward, taking more in and feeling the tug at the back of my mouth, gagging incoming. I moved down his shaft quick, and pulled back slowly with as much sucking as I could manage, feeling the stretching length of his shaft and the promise of future inches. He was not the typical Asian stereotype. <br><br> A tap, tap at the back of my head, "Deeper." <br><br> I tried, hoping that his half-flaccid state would make it more tolerable. Nope. I immediately gagged and pulled back, coughing, his cock swinging free from my mouth. <br><br> "Nuh-uh." He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, pushing my face against his cock as I tried to recover. I felt my spit wiping across my face as my brain fought with my autonomic system trying to regain some composure. "Deeper." He repeated, stonier. <br><br> Taking him back in before I was ready, my body responded with a gag at the bare presence of his meat. Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, but I clenched my fists and fought the spasming of my stomach, trying not to vomit as I sucked on him regardless of how I was reacting. <br><br> And now he was getting hard. Seeing my makeup streaming, seeing me having such trouble with his cock, gagging and making noises. "Not impressed. We'll work on that." <br><br> Holding my head, he began walking back around the desk, ensuring my mout stayed on his cock, making me shuffle along on my knees. Then he sat down and began to work. <br><br> If it weren't for the rigidity of his cock and the rare grunt he made, I would have thought I was absolutely shit at this. <br><br> He tapped away at his keyboard with one hand, the other one insisting at my head again and again to make me go further, gag harder, and once or twice hold me still as his length throbbed in my mouth. <br><br> A guy would come in from time to time and probably seeing my feet sticking out from behind the desk, he would come over, see the show while whispering clandestinely to Niño. <br><br> My jaw felt like it was threatning to break. My neck was hot and tight. My lips hurt. I felt like I was going to run out of saliva -- not just because of the sucking, but because I was constantly streaming from my eyes and nose. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Masochism")>>There was a part of me that was enjoying it, for how hard it was, being seen like this, treated like this. I only wished I could tell he was liking it more.<<else>>It was incredibly unsexy and unfun...for me.<</if>> <br><br> I wished I wasn't this shit at head. For a number of reasons: first, because I might be able to get him off and impress the boss-man; second, because then I could pay more attention to what was going on around me and maybe get some intel; third, so that it wasn't so fucking //hard//. <br><br> It was a marathon, probably an hour or so glucking and gacking again and again as his cock pushed deep into my untrained mouth. Then, thankfully, "Kay, <<print $CC.name>>." He tugged back at my head by the hair and I took a deep, relieved breath, mouth gaping open as I gasped and panted feeling so wet. Above and below. <br><br> I watched him slowly stroke his cock, sticky and slimy from my work, looking down at me and taking his time even now. I only knew his orgasm was approaching by the tension and pull at my hair. He gripped down hard and with the barest of facial reactions, he was <<linkexpand "cumming">> <<face normal runny>> <<set mindCorruption ++>> <<cumSpray facial3 mouth1>> cumming. <br><br> His long cock jerked as he held it at the base, letting his jizz fly free and undirected across my face and down onto me, spouting his semen on me. <<if $Stats.Kinks.includes("Cum")>>My smile came without even thinking, feeling his liquid painting my face. The warmth, the slight sting of the alkaline, the amount. I shuddered as I watched him finishing.<<else>>I fought my instinct to wipe it away, to duck. It was slimy, gross, and copious. I tried to force a smile as he finished on my face.<</if>> <br><br> I tried to not react as the globs landed and streaked my face. I must have looked an absolute mess. And then he was done, giving his cock a couple flicks to remove the last bits from his tip and at my face. He was still holding my hair so I remained still, on my tired knees, neck exposed. He looked down at me, his muscular chest rising and falling under his incongruous wifebeater. "You're lucky you're goddamn good looking." He laughed, pulling my head back to his spent cock. <br><br> I was a bit confused and wishing I could clean up, but quickly I understood and began to suck him slowly, tasting the tang of his stuff while most of it dripped and drooled on my face. <br><br> "I'll put in a good word with Peaches for you. Even though we're going to have to work on your abilities." He was looking at his computer screen as he talked to me. Now it wasn't a blowjob, it was just pleasing and warming him and it was a welcome relaxation to earlier, if I felt dirty and exhausted. "No need to go back out there tonight. Another favor -- see how kind I am? You've done your work for the evening." <br><br> And with that his hand came free from my hair and I slid my mouth back and let go of his cock. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. He was somewhere else. Still, I waited, knowing the suddenness and violence that came from him easily and quickly. <br><br> He made me wait a couple minutes, but I didn't dare move. Finally, "You can go." No offer of a tissue or anything else, his semen already drying on me. My eyes stung, my throat and mouth were raw and in desperation for water. Still, I got up quickly off my knees, grunting at the strain from behind in that position for so long. <br><br> And then I walked out, I didn't dare wipe my face off until I got to the bathroom, trying to ignore the gawkers on the way and alongside me at the sink. <br><br> A rough night, but I think I had gotten far more than I expected and really hadn't cost me all that much, if I had to do the math. But still, I was literally //doing// this. My body actually on the line, putting out for the mission. Fuuuck. <br><br> And I was glad to get [[home|HomeBase]], early. <</linkexpand>>. <</if>> <</crossroads>> </div> <</linkexpand>> <<else>> She didn't say a word. We went back into the hallway. Oh, fuck. This had to be bad. We were going past all the normal, 'okay' rooms for someone like me. Worried was a nice way of putting my emotional state. <br><br> Then she stopped by a door and sighed, "Very selective clientele tonight. Didn't want..." she eyed me over, "You." <br><br> "I'm...s-sorry?" <br><br> "Not your fault. Weird night." She pushed on the door and revealed the back alley to me. Was this where I was tossed out with the trash? <br><br> "T-tao, really, I can...try and pick someone up? Drum up business?" <br><br> She thrust out a hand, shaking her head firmly. The bob cut through the air, side to side, "No. Our girls don't beg." <br><br> I wasn't sure if she meant that in all respects. <br><br> "You can go. Have a good night." <br><br> I gulped, stepping out. The door shut. I looked around, there was no one there to dispose of me. Truly was just a night where a whore didn't end up on her back. <br><br> [[Crazy|HomeBase]]. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>
I set my shoulders, stepping inside the Club, preparing myself for another night of selling my body in hopes that it would get me closer to someone, anyone important. <br><br> I rounded the corner, heading into the pulsing music, trying to ward off the sensation that it was the beat that would be mimicked later, with some random guy. <br><br> And then I jerked back, practically running into the short lady before I noticed she was there: "P--Tao!" Nearly slipped with that one. <br><br> "This way." Clipped. Efficient. Wouldn't expect anything else, but I wondered why. I hadn't even posted up for the evening. <br><br> I cleared my throat, inaudible beneath the music, following obediently. <br><br> Past the couches. Some of the girls, especially Tara, were giving me looks of surprise. <br><br> Past the club-goers. Some eyeing me over with grins that told of their desires for me later. <br><br> Into the hallway. This was either going to be very good, or very bad. Innocuous like a storage room/bathroom...or exactly what I was looking for: the deeper depths of this underworld. <br><br> The very first door. The one where all the VIPs went. That I'd had my eye on since day one. Not. Innocuous. <br><br> She stepped in and to the side, like I was being announced at a ball. Or presented like a dog at Westminster. /* IMAGE (Needed): VIP Lounge, like a backroom at a stripclub */ <br><br> <<skillChecked "Attractiveness">> <<if $Stats.Traits['Attractiveness'].value + $jobValue gt 7>> <<run $Memories.push("Knows Cornado")>> "<<print $CC.name>>. This is Cornado." He sat, arms on the back of the couch taking up as much space as he could. That he was manspreading was a given. <br><br> "I've heard you're one of the good ones." He chuckled, one hand dropping from the couch to pat the seat beside him. Tao smacked my ass. First time she had ever touched me -- and in that way was jarring. I stumbled forward and into the seat. By the time I dropped down and looked back at Peaches, the door was shut and she was gone. It was just me and Cornado in the VIP room. <br><br> <<skillChecked "Perception">> It was a well-appointed lounge. The couch we sat on wrapped around the far corner opposite the door. A marble-topped coffee table had residue on it from use. His drink sat ontop just within reach. Further back, beyond where we were seated <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>>was a hallway that continued past us. I had taken note from when I came in that there were two doors down that way. One just to the left as you went down and had some sort of access point. The positioning and my intuition suggested that the painting on the wall above us was likely offered a viewpoint or something. The door that was further along was of inlaid wood, unlike the simple metal door I had just described, and had no access point beyond the knob.<<else>>lay something of importance. There was a hallway that continued on past us. Either a nook or a doorway had to be beyond, there was no sense to the layout of the room otherwise. And whatever was around that corner involved the 'deeper-downs' of the Club.<</if>> The seats were slightly worn from use and cleaning. I had a feeling that I'd understand what kind of cleaning very, very shortly. <br><br> <<Stats Perception ++>> "Glad Tao thinks of me that way." I smiled up at him. I wondered who he was. Why he was important enough to be here, and able to just request me. Wait. And I had //value//. So being as agreeable as I'd been -- a good little whore -- had gotten me where I wanted to go. Fuck. That hit hard. It was exciting but also humiliating. <br><br> <<set $mindCorruption ++>> "Hmm." A shrug. A wordless response that was indecipherable. There was a quality to him that was coldly reserved. I could practically smell the danger. <br><br> The arm that had patted the padding where I sat was behind me and now pulled me up and into his lap. Straddling him, his other arm swung around to claim a two-handed grip on my ass. He pulled me down, pressing my crotch against his groin. <br><br> As much as I disliked the continued insistance of me putting out on request, I needed to act the part: instinctively, I went in for a kiss. He turned his head and used his cheek to push my face away. Firmly. "No no. You should know better than that." His hands squeezed on my rear, pushing my slit up and down the underside of his cock and the ridges of his zipper. My clothing didn't do much to shield me and it felt like they were little knives cutting at my delicate lips. <br><br> I nodded, leaning in to bite lightly at his ear. He heard the little intakes of breath from his zipper digging at me. He felt my warmth growing through his pants. He felt the beginning of wetness. His hands massaged me up and down against his dick, occasionally lifting to quickly strike down and smack my rear and elicit a yelp from me. <br><br> His hand lifted again, I tensed in preparation, but the pull at my hair was not what I expected. My hips rolled, twisting as he turned my view upward and dropped me to the floor. I felt the beaten carpet underneath my knees, grunting softly as he walked me between his manspread by his grip in my hair. <br><br> By the time I was in position, his slacks were open. His cock was presented, hard from the grinding. He let go of my head with a flick of his wrist, torquing my neck with the 'dismount'. <br><br> Off my heels, leaning up, I slid my mouth over his cock without hesitation. I loved hearing the sigh and seeing the reaction on his face as I began to suck on his cock. <br><br> <<skillChecked "SexSkills">> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Good Head")>> <<SexSkill oral>> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Easy Arousal") || $CC.maleReaction gt 1>><<state aroused>><</if>> I bobbed, my hand coming up and sliding into his open fly to cradle his laden sack. A few suckles, firm pressure up and back, maintaining eye contact before my other hand rose to find the base of his cock. "Hmmm." He nodded down at me, his fingers going to unbutton the shirt. The tails flicked across my face while he opened the button-down and enjoyed my blowjob. "Finger your cunt." The shirt flicked open. My eyes went right to the shine of a knife strapped to his side. <br><br> <<if $Body.isWearingDress is true>>My hand released his shaft, dropping between my splayed thighs on command.<<else>>My hand released his shaft, dipping into my pants on command.<</if>> <<if $Body.state.includes("aroused")>>I was sticky. I was //hot//.<<else>>I felt the hints of moistness. I felt the burgeoning heat coming from inside me.<</if>> Touching my own arousal made me feel a tickle at the back of my spine: <<if $Stats.Skills['Perception'].value gt 2>>That I was probably being watched doing this...<</if>>that anyone could walk in directly behind me at any moment. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("Deepthroater")>> He opened his mouth to say something, I stopped him short by meeting my nose with his crotch, his base between my lips. I held, moving my tongue as I felt him arch underneath me and gave me another sigh. He shouldered off his shirt and jacket, displaying his tattooed and structured body and leaving the weapon within hand's-reach. My head went up and then hilted again between the open wings of his fly. <br><br> Topless, he dropped his hand onto my head. <br><br> And held. <br><br> <<if $Stats.SexSkills.includes("No Gag Reflex")>> <<face ahego>> My shoulders lifted, reorienting my face against his crotch. I felt his balls tug up against my chin and lower lip when his cock flexed, experiencing the back of my mouth and upper throat. He chuckled and pressed harder on the back of my head. <br><br> Eyes watering, I fought the need for air. I continued moving my tong